“Why? Does it make your insides all gooey?” The jest in my tone lightens the tension in the room.
“No.” Regan arches a brow. “It makes me want to run for the hills. I don’t do. . .this.”
The gag she releases when forcing “this” out of her mouth makes me smile. “This? You don’t dothis?”
I tug her in close before dragging my bristle-covered jaw down her neck. Although she squeals, the extra thump of her heart is the only thing I hear. She wants this. She’s just too scared to admit it.
“What aboutthis, do you dothis?”
Her girly squeal switches to a moan when my teeth graze her budded nipple through her shirt.
Throwing her head back, she moans, “Oh yeah, I definitely dothat.”
I give her a look, a glaring stare that warns of my bubbling jealousy.
“With you. I’ll dothatwith you,” she whimpers, reading me better than any woman ever has.
I bang my chest with words instead of my fists. “That’s right. Me andonlyme.”
Ensuring she can’t protest my underhanded demand we go exclusive, I seal my mouth over hers. Our kiss starts out innocent, a flurry of playful nips and furled lips, keeping it somewhat harmless, but the instant Regan’s tongue slides along mine, things become out of control.
She coaxes me to the dark side with gentle strokes and prolonged tastes of her mouth. Then, when I think our exchange can’t get any hotter, she drags her cheek down my beard, combining our scents in a way that can’t be seen as any less than unified. I knew she wantedthis.She wants it as badly as me.
When her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, we stumble toward her bed. Our movements match ones we made when rolling in the grass earlier today. They are fast and with purpose.
As our tongues tangle, I grind my erection against her pussy. Her desperate breaths allow me to explore her mouth, tasting and sampling every inch of her, loving the moans rolling up her chest.
Just when she thinks she’ll never breathe unaided again, I lower the devotion of my lips to her erratically thrusting torso. I bite her nipple through her thin blouse before lavishing it with my tongue to lessen the sting.
When she moans my name, sparks fly as desire makes our exchange snowball. I toy with her breasts, biting, sucking, and squeezing them until the intoxicating scent of her pussy becomes too great to ignore.
I drop my lips to her under-boob, then her stomach, until they come to a stop at the top of her milky white thighs. I’m about to tell her I want her sweet pussy on my mouth, but she beats me to the task. With a smile that has precum seeping into my trousers, she drags up her skirt until it bands around her waist like a belt before hooking her panties to the side. The sight of her naked pussy nearly makes me lose my mind.
Fuck me.She’s saturated.
My hand darts up to cover her cries of ecstasy when my tongue spears her glistening pussy lips. I understand her wild response. I’m overcome with pleasure, by the seductive flavor stimulating my taste buds.
“Oh god, yes,” she purrs, her thighs parting wider.
Getting carried away in the phenomenal sensation, I knead her breasts through her shirt while completing a rapid set of licks to her swollen-with-need pussy. We’ve been so impatient, we haven’t removed an article of clothing. I’m still in my despised JC Penney suit, and Regan is wearing the black skirt and white fitted blouse she wore to Luca’s memorial.
My cock hardens more, aroused by the brave, strong woman she represented today. She didn’t shed a single tear—not one!
Wanting to ensure the only cries she releases today are ones made in pleasure, I grip her ass with my left hand before guiding her legs over my shoulders with my right. She moans my name in a throaty groan when I blast her pussy with greedy licks and pulse-quickening plunges of my tongue. I eat her as if she is the most decadent piece of dessert I’ve ever tasted, because she is.
When I slide two fingers inside her, her back arches off the mattress. “You’re so wet for me. So tight and snug. I fucking love it.”
My assurance relaxes the strain of her thighs, allowing my fingers to glide in and out of her without hindrance. I increase the speed of my pumps, finger-fucking her until she is on the verge of orgasm.
When I suck her clit into my mouth, I nearly see a blistering of stars form in front of her eyes. “About fucking time,” I growl against her soaked sex, pleased by the way she roughly yanks my hair while succumbing to a climaxing trance.
Waves of pleasure cascade down her body as violent shudders reduce her to a quivering, sticky mess. Her orgasm seems to command the use of every muscle in her body, but instead of fighting against it, she submits to the madness.
My chest swells, confident this is the first time she’s ever submitted. The cries tearing from her throat expose her inability to deny me, but just in case she isn’t hearing things as lucidly as me, I up the ante.
Her thighs continue trembling in the aftermath of orgasm when I place her onto her feet before spinning her around to face me. After tugging my trousers to my knees, I sit on the edge of her bed. With our eyes locked, I perform a long, determined stroke of my cock.
I’m not trying to get hard—my cock is thick and covered with angry veins. I’m not even teasing her as she always does me. I’m forcing her to respond—to show me what I mean to her. If I am going to give up everything I have for her, I need to make sure she’s willing to do the same for me. That includes her need for control.
