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Naked, Leah swaggered across to Rick with her hands on her swinging hips. She found being nude, bare and on display, while Rick remained fully clothed, immensely erotic. Nothing flickered across his features, only his hazel eyes showed any reaction: the blink as she hovered before him, tempting him. Determined to break his resistance further, she lifted her hands to her nipples and began to roll them between her fingers. As they became firm and erect, she moaned appreciatively, sensing the sparks flying in her loins, her thighs quivering.
“Go on,” said Rick seductively.
One hand took a journey southwards, towards the apex of her thighs, seeking out her clit. Her fingertip circled, exposing, teasing and drawing out the small bud. Her little show brought her close to completion, but Leah didn’t want it to end, not yet. Her hand dropped away, leaving her clitoris unfulfilled, aching, and sensitive.
Kneeling at his feet, she parted his legs and crawled into the space between them. His face broke out into a gentle smile of recognition and his hazel eyes stared at her intently.
She found his semi-erect cock and held it in her hands, caressed the shaft, ringing it with her fingers, then she traced her tongue from fuzzy balls to smooth tip. The veins gradually began to show as blood filled his organ, swelling it and making him rise up stiff. His member held her fascination as it twitched, darkened, and beckoned to her. Opening her mouth, she lowered her head, forcing herself deeper than ever before, letting him touch the back of her throat.
The television remained on. The news was gone; instead it was the sports commentator reading out the football results. His voice rose and fell as he listed the scores, one after the other, in a repetitive tone. Leah mimicked his speaking, rising up and then dipping down, taking her time to explore, enjoy, partake of his taste, his special flavour. From the slit to the leathery texture of his shaft, she rolled her coiled tongue about him.
The pace was slow, almost languishing, and it caused Rick to moan. She glanced up with just her eyes, seeing him, head tilted up to the ceiling, hands gripping the armrests and his feet planted firmly to each side of her. It would be torture for him: the slow, delicate tickles of her tongue, the smouldering kisses of her lips, her hands cupping his aching balls. She pictured herself naked, kneeling at his feet, worshipping and the vision sent waves of sharp tingles throughout her body, which was a litany of desire and desperation. Her nipples erect, clitoris calling out to be touched, pussy hole to be plundered and her body manhandled for his pleasure.
It was too tortuous for Rick. Her scalp stung with a sudden sharp pain. He had grabbed her hair, twisted it tight in his fingers, and captured her head for his own use. Now, she was a vessel, a mouth and his to control. She relaxed her neck, opened her mouth wider, her throat too and let him drag her on and off his mammoth cock. It filled every part of her mouth, leaving no room to breathe and her saliva trickled out of the corner of her mouth.
His hands let go and her head sprung up, gasping for air.
Rick looked down at her, a broad smile on his face. “Nice,” he said.
He watched her clamber back on his lap, place her legs astride him and hover about his upright cock. She clung to the back of the armchair, stared into his magical eyes. He tilted his head forward and found a nipple. Two lines of teeth clamped on to her pink little pebble and held it tight. She felt the sharpness, the sting of near pain and kept quite still. Letting go, he rolled his tongue about the nipple.
The other nipple received the same treatment. Knowing it was coming made her stomach muscles ripple with
anticipation; her pussy clenched and she squeezed her eyes shut until she felt the tiny bite.
“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck,” she muttered under her breath.
“No cussing,” he warned, releasing her nipple. “The next time you swear, I will spank you, Miss Leah.” This was a different threat. Not like the previous one, this one she didn’t mind.
“I’ll be good,” she said.
Hands cupped her rounded breasts. Though they were small, Rick had told her he loved them, the perfect snug fit in his hands. He massaged them with the palm of his hands, rotating them round, pressing them into her chest wall. Leah went to swear again and bit down on her lip instead.
Leaning over him, she wanted more. She had to have all of him, feel him deep inside. Astride him, poised ready to strike, she lowered her body on him. She paused as her coated labia spread about his apex. Knelt waiting, she rocked her hips, letting him enter and then withdraw. She arched her back, thrust her breasts towards his face, and let out a low growl.
“What are you doing, Miss Leah?” he said softly, his hands back on the armrests.
“My turn to drive,” she said wickedly and then sat down heavily on him, imprisoning his entire erection in one swoop.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed.
Chapter Nine
After her second curse, Rick had the excuse he needed to take her over his knee and give her a much-needed spanking. A playful spanking they would both enjoy, the kind they had taken to ever since she had opened up about her desires at the beach. He greatly preferred those types of spankings as they gave him the chance to play with her, touch her intimately, and use his fingers.
Leah treated him to a game of resistance, refusing to lie over his lap.
“I shan’t!” she said petulantly, looming over him, her breasts jiggling right in front of his eyes and her hands on her hips. It didn’t rile him; she had a big cheesy grin on her face.
She initially held back until he grabbed at her, pulling her across as she squawked at him.
“Brute!” she panted, kicking her legs.
“I warned you about cursing,” he responded, pushing her over a knee. However, the moment he had her pinned down under his other leg, she acquiesced, rocking her hips from side to side in anticipation.
“Naughty girl,” he chided, rubbing a finger between her cleft.
“You’ll have to spank me, if you want me to be good,” she teased and he obliged with a few handprints on each milky buttock. She wriggled, squirmed, and giggled too as he landed each slap. Her cheeks—both on her face and on her bottom—flushed pink by the time he finished. Her vocal cords remained active, not with words, but strange little noises of appreciation as he pried her legs further apart and rimmed her pussy with his eager fingers. Unable to resist, he probed her sexy holes between smacks, spreading her shimmering juices about her glowing bottom.
