Page 119 of Pretender

“No, you don’t,” she says, kissing me. “Try.” She smiles against my mouth.

“Okay, challenge accepted.”

I hike her up to get a better grip with one arm and pin her against the doorframe while she holds on tightly with her legs. I touch the keypad on the door and start putting in my PIN, but she’s grinding on me and the door bleeps in protest to my mistake.

“Hey, you’re making this very hard.”

“It’s already hard,” she whispers, nibbling my earlobe.

“You saucy little tease.”

Finally, I get the code right and manage to open the door before I grasp her thighs again.

“I’m going to make you beg for it,” I growl and she squeals, writhing in my arms.

“Please, Aiden, fuck me already,” she whimpers in my ear, and it’s clear she’s taking the piss, but it still makes my cock throb.

I carry her to the bedroom, it’s bright with the afternoon sun reflecting off the white sheets. My hotel-like room. I wish we were at hers.

“Look at us,” she says and I turn and see what she means. Our reflection in my full-size mirror by the dresser. My hands on her soft thighs, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her smile when our eyes meet in the mirror says it all. My breath catches taking in the sight of us.

“The way you look at me sometimes…” she whispers, turning her face to mine and I follow, pressing my lips to hers.

I sink her down onto my bed, and step back to admire her.

She wiggles her eyebrows at me and pulls that ridiculously hot dress further up her thighs.

“Turn around,” I rasp. It’s been a week of mind-blowing sex and a lot of exploring. I’ve been very close to getting her to come, and although I’m not making a big deal of it so she won’t feel pressured, I’ve been cataloguing what seems to work best. Today, I’m going to try a different angle. And she’s already really playful, which will help.

She lies on her stomach, that gorgeous fucking arse hiding under her dress. I pull it up, revealing those delicious cheeks, and I hook my fingers in her underwear, sliding it over and down, her glistening pussy visible and so ready for me already, as she pushes her arse up and out towards me. A low rumbling sound comes from inside me.

“Stunning.” I smooth my hands over both her arse cheeks and down her thighs, and with one hand up the inner thighs I nudge her legs further apart and she obliges, moaning, wiggling her arse at me.

“Patience, Linnea, or I’ll just take longer.”

She whimpers, and my cock aches to thrust into this tight pussy, but I have a mission.

I tease her opening with a finger, gathering her arousal on my fingertips and glide my hand through and up to her clit, just the way I’ve learned she likes it. Her pussy is swollen and pink, and I want to stick my tongue into her, taste her juices, but I wait. She likes being teased. And I love hearing her beg for more of me.

“I’ve been fantasising about this all day.”

She moans from the bed, her head to the side.

“Are you comfortable there?”

“Mhm, more touching, less talking.”

I chuckle. “Like this?”

I slide my fingers through her wet folds and up to her clit again and she mewls in response. I continue like this, taking care to hear when her breath quickens, enjoying the sounds of her arousal as I move my hand back and forth, her voice growing louder.

Then I stop.

“I’m going to take my time with you, when you’re so impatient.”

“Boo.”

I know she loves it. Her pussy tells me she does. Glistening, more engorged.