Page 90 of Anarchy Missing

She giggles and nods. “Done.”

I let one hand go and lead her over to the couch, sinking back into the soft cushions, pulling her on my lap. Hiking her legs up so her pussy is pressed right up against my thickening cock. I play with her breasts. Kneading her nipples until she closes her eyes and lets her head fall back, face turned up to the ceiling.

I take my grip down to her hips, rocking her against me through our clothes.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, still lost in the last moment.

And I want to. I really do. But I’m feeling the opposite of rushed right now. I just want to look at her a little longer. Burn the sight of her into my mind so no matter what happens after today, she’ll still be there.

“Case,” she says, eyes small slits. Breathing heavy. “Fuck me.”

I trace my fingers across her flat stomach, making her shudder, and drag her pants down so slow, she moans. Her hand grabs mine. Surprises me. But it’s not a signal to stop. She presses it, palm down, into the front of her pants.

Her eyes open wide when the tip of my thumb brushes up against her clit. Sucks air in through her teeth when I press it. And suddenly I can’t. I can’t wait any longer. I stand up, holding her body tightly to mine, and then swing her down on the couch, making her squeal at the quick change of position.

I grab the hem of her pants and pull them. Her fingers are at the waist, frantically wiggling to free herself of clothing. They make it over the curve of her hips and slide the rest of the way down her legs. I throw them over my shoulder and flash her a hungry look as I spread her legs open, sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs.

Her fingertips are immediately in my hair, gripping as they push my head down, practically begging me to give her what she wants.

I spread the lips of her pussy aside, my tongue eager to please her. She moans and bucks her back, urging me on with even more pressure on my head. She draws her legs up, knees parting to give me more access.

I sweep my tongue up and down, enjoying the taste of her desire.

“Yessss,” she whispers. “Just like that.”

I press my whole mouth against her opening, then nip her softly until she’s sucking in air and lifting her hips off the couch. I insert one finger inside her wet pussy, pumping in and out as she makes the most erotic little mewling sounds. I almost can’t stand it.

My thumb slides down to massage her asshole, our mixed juices dripping down to coat it with slickness.

I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, making her moan louder. Words are coming out of her mouth. “Yes. There. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop. No, no, no…” when I pull back.

I look up between her legs and find an almost painful look of desire on her face. “Not yet, Lulu. You’re not getting off that easy.”

“Case,” she says, almost pleading.

I sit up, my legs bent between hers, and my fingers take the place of my tongue. Pressing all the right buttons to make her forget what she just lost and concentrate only on what’s coming next.

“What do you want from me?” I ask. “And don’t bother with words, Miss Lightly. Actions speak louder.”

She bites her lip, trying to hide a crooked smile. But she says nothing as she reaches for the button of my jeans and quickly flips it open. Her eyes dart to mine, looking for permission to continue.

I give her nothing.

She answers my silence by reaching into my pants and pulling out my cock. I watch her as she looks at it, strokes it, her whole hand wrapping around the thick hard shaft, her fingertips unable to meet because of my wide girth.

She pushes forcefully on my chest, wanting me to lie back. I oblige her unspoken request and bring one arm up to cover my eyes with my forearm. The other grabs a fistful of her hair as she lowers her mouth to my cock. One sweep of her tongue and I’m the one sucking in air now.

She opens wide, takes me fully into her mouth, tongue pressed flat as I start moving my hips and fucking her mouth.

She gags, tries to pull back. But I force her to stay there. Unwilling, unyielding. I stop and hold still. Allow her to gather herself and draw in a long breath through her nose. Saliva is dripping down out of her mouth, sliding down my cock, pooling on my tight, hard balls.

She’s still breathing hard when I resume. But she doesn’t gag again. Just keeps her mouth open, taking everything I want to give her. I want to come in her throat. Release and feel relief.

But I don’t. I hold it in.

The one hand still wrapped around my shaft begins to move up and down, pressing on my balls and then sliding back up. Her lips seal tight and she sucks me like nothing in this world tastes so good.

My body is so warm, the heat inside building as the day moves into night. The light that was just streaming through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows is suddenly dim and filtered.