Feeling bold at her interested gaze, he quickly undid his fly and freed his straining erection. He saw her eyes widen and snap to his. He held her gaze as he stroked himself, shamelessly letting her see what she did to him. She bit her bottom lip, and he groaned, tightening his hand around himself.
“Go on.” he rasped.
As if in a trance, she undid the laces of her chemise and drew it over her head, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. The peek of dark curls through the opening of her drawers drove him wild. It would be so satisfying to pounce at once. But no, he forced himself to wait. It would be sweeter in the end.
“Take your stockings off now. Place your foot on that stool and roll them down slowly.” His voice came out low, so strangled by desire that it surprised him he could speak at all.
She complied at once. Hitching her foot on the stool he had indicated, she worked on the laces of her garters. But with her leg lifted in such a position, the slit in her drawers widened, exposing her vulnerable core. He could see the pink folds of her pussy, already glistening with moisture. It aroused her, too, this slow, seductive unveiling. He groaned and let his head fall back, watching her through half-closed eyes.
When both her garters and stocking had been removed, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. He needed to be inside her now.
“Come here.” He panted. Then she was standing between his spread legs, wearing only her drawers. “Turn around. Sit on me. Sit on my cock and take it into your sweet pussy.”
She gasped a little at his crude words, but turned around and started lowering herself obediently.
His control broke.
Holding himself with one hand, he grabbed her hip with the other, guiding her down onto his waiting cock, placing it at her entrance, pushing up while bringing her down to bury himself in her to the hilt in one swift movement.
His groan of relief joined her whimper at his invasion. He stilled, allowing her to adjust to him. Pushing her hair aside, he placed one tender kiss on her naked shoulder.
“Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear, licking around her lobe.
“Y-yes.” she nodded for emphasis.
“Ride me, then.” And he bucked his hips a little to show her.
And she did. Moving on him with unpracticed eagerness. His arms embraced her, one hand snaking down through her curls to caress her bud, while the other teased her nipples, alternating between them. The double assault made her squirm and twist on him, around him. Tiny whimpers escaped her mouth while her pussy clasped him with sleek heat.
It wasn’t enough, though. Her erratic movements lacked rhythm and finesse. She was awkwardly winging it, not really knowing how to get what she wanted. What they both needed. Besides, in this position, he was too passive. What he needed was to take her in the most primal way. Control her. Prove that she was his.
With a muttered curse, he lifted her from him, yanking his plundering cock from her heated core. The sensation was jarring. She gasped, too.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give it to you again.”
Lifting her with one arm around her waist, he carried her the few steps to the bed and deposited her next to it. Moving behind her, he ran his hand up her back, pushing slightly to bend her over the high mattress. Her scantily clad bottom stuck in the air, tempting him. With a feral growl, he yanked the drawers down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet.
She bowed her back deeper, her breasts caressing the silk sheets. She shot him a quick look out of the corner of her eyes as he stood behind her, ready to take her from behind.
His fingers slid over her back, caressing the smooth planes before coming to play over the generous curves of her buttocks, painting swirls of desire on her.
She squirmed and whimpered.
He massaged the soft orbs, kneading possessively.
“Shall I take you like this?” he asked, rubbing the head of his cock in her moisture, holding his breath. Silently begging her to agree.
With her eyes half hooded, she nodded and moaned, “Yes.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Centering his cock in her welcoming entrance, he slammed home.
Her guttural cry of pleasure urged him on. Encouraged him to set a punishing pace. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he held her while his hips pumped and pumped, spurred by a primitive need. The need to claim his woman, his mate. She was his. Even though she didn’t want him. Not really. Even though he didn’t deserve her. But he had claimed her, and she was his and he would never let her go.
She fisted her hands on the sheets, her eyes slamming shut in a frown, her teeth abusing her lovely bottom lip. He felt the contractions of her flesh around his cock, the tightening of her features, but there were no other signs of her climax. She now hid her reactions well. Regardless, he was far gone. His release was crawling down his spine, climbing up his legs, converging at his balls, emptying helplessly into her with a hoarse growl.
Shame wanted to take hold of him. He had used her hard. Without regard for her sensibilities. Before the feeling became overwhelming, he picked her up and placed her softly on the bed, drawing the sheets over her. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek, the tender gesture a stark contrast to the savagery of their lovemaking.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Good night.”
