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I shake my head. “No, just give me a second,” I say, kissing the tip of his cock as I release him and reach for my top, pulling it off.
“Lia, what are you…?” his voice trails off as I unhook my bra, my breasts falling heavily, feeling achy as I hold them in my hands.
“Look at you,” he groans, reaching for his dick and holding the base as I rub one nipple, then the other, up and down the length of his dick.
“You’ve taken my pussy, and my mouth, now I want you to fuck my breasts. Sit on the edge of the bed,” I say, guiding his dick between my cleavage. “I want you to come all over me, Drix. I want you to mark me as thoroughly on the outside as you’ve touched me so deeply on the inside.”
“Fuck. Yes,” he pants, mouth parting on a breath as he slides his thick length between the globes of my breasts. The slickness from my saliva helping his cock to slip easily against my skin. The sound he makes as he starts to rock his hips has my clit pulsating, and my core gasping for him.
“That’s it,” I whisper, dropping my chin against my chest, gathering more saliva in my mouth and letting it drip from my lips onto the head of his cock. I don’t know what possesses me, but damn, do I feel sexy doing it. I like this side of me, so I embrace it with a man I feel safe with.
“That is so fucking hot,” he cries, eyes widening as I glance up at him.
“I feel so damn powerful. Now fuck my breasts, come all over me, Drix.”
“Fuck, Lia!” he exclaims, as I hold his length between my breasts and he pumps his dick, mindless now. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come all over your beautiful tits!”
Easing back slightly, I release him, so he can grab his dick, and aim it at my chest. He lets go with a roar, jerking his cock as streams of hot cum spurt from the tip, hitting the top of my breasts and chest. It slides over my skin as his mouth drops open, his chest heaving as he stares at the beautiful mess he’s made.
“Better?” I ask with a soft laugh, feeling this sense of pride at making him come undone, or should I say, all over me.
“You surprise me every single day,” he replies, shaking his head as he presses his finger against my skin, swirling his cum around my nipple before gently pinching it. “I’m going to live off this moment for a very, very long time.”
“You don’t have to live off the memory, when you have me already,” I remind him. “I’m here for the taking, Drix.”
“Now that is an offer I can’t refuse,” he replies huskily.
“I should probably clean myself up first,” I suggest, dropping my gaze to my chest. The me ‘before Drix’ would never have done something like this. The person I am now wants to do it all over again, and again, and again.
“If you think I’m going to let you walk out of this room without giving you an orgasm or five, you’re sorely mistaken, doll.”
“Five?” I grin.
“You think I won’t?” he counters with a suggestive smirk.
“I’m not sure I’m capable,” I laugh.
“Doll, when I say I’m going to make you come five times, I will make you come five times,” he assures me with confidence, “Now stand up and take off your knickers, I want to feel how wet you are.”
“Jesus, Drix,” I murmur. “You could make a woman turn to jelly.”
“That’s the plan,” he replies with a wink. “Up you get.”
Pushing to my feet, I ignore the way his cum drips over my skin, and slide my hands to the waistband of my skirt, about to push it over my hips.
“No. Keep your skirt on, just take your knickers off,” he instructs, watching me with hooded eyes as I follow his commands. With my knickers bunched in my hand, I stand before him and he holds his hand open. “Give them to me.”
I hesitate. “You want my underwear?”
“Lia, now.”
I pass my knickers to him, my cheeks flushing at how damp they are as he lifts them to his nose, breathing in deep.
“Fuck, doll, I could get high just off your scent alone. Now turn around, put your arms behind your back, and cross your wrists.”
Trembling with need, I turn away from him, offering him my wrists. He uses my damp knickers to bind them together, before grabbing my hips and turning me back around to face him. Slowly, he runs his fingers up my thighs, pushing up the material of my skirt as he does so. His touch sends shivers down my spine, soft yet certain.
“You feel like silk, Lia,” he murmurs, looking up at me as his fingers coast along the top of my thighs, drawing electrical currents across my skin as one hand dips between my legs, parting my folds gently. I gasp as he finds my damp entrance and slides two fingers inside of me, right up to his knuckles.
