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She lifted and lowered over him while she waited, showing him what she wanted. When she took a deep breath it came out shakily. Moving her fingers to her clit, she rubbed it, desperate for relief. Heat traversed her groin and her clit was pounding. Her mouth went dry.
His glance dipped to where she was masturbating. “I could watch you doing that all night long,” he commented, and rolled the condom over the head of his cock.
Through her erotic haze, she experienced a vague sense of self-awareness. She’d never masturbated in front of a man before, and yet she hadn’t even thought about what she was doing. Instinct had her in its grip. The last trace of self-awareness whispered away from her consciousness as she watched the way he rolled the rubber down the length of his cock, and when his fist was at the base, securing it, he used his thumb to direct it toward the place where she was rubbing herself.
All logical thought was gone.
Splaying her pussy lips with her fingers, she took his offering, rubbing her clit against the solid shape of his cock head. A sudden and almost serene climax hit her. Her head dropped forward and she reached out for him as she struggled for breath. He grabbed her hands, meshing his fingers with hers, holding her steady.
“Go slowly,” he whispered, when she lifted up, eager to take him inside. She bit her lip, forcing herself to pause. He had a determined look in his eye.
“Any particular reason why?” she managed to ask.
He squeezed her hands where they were meshed with his, and the look in his eyes was commanding. “Because I want to watch you, and I want to savor every moment of this.”
Pleasure burned in her. Hot liquid ran down her thigh. The need she felt was overwhelming. Moving forward, she let go his hands and eased the head of his cock inside. It pushed into her opening, stretching her, and how good that felt. Inch by inch, she lowered herself down, until he was thrust upright inside, filling her until her womb buoyed up and her entire groin was suffused with heat and pleasure.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, “stay right there.” He touched her breastbone, gently running his nails down between her breasts, over her abdomen.
She moaned under the brusquely seductive contact. It sensitized the surface of her skin, making the heat from inside her leap to the surface and race over her entire body like a raging fever.
His fingertips moved on and down, until they came to rest over her mons. Touching her gently, tantalizingly, he squeezed the plump, sensitive cushion of her mound. Her tenderized clit went wild. She wanted to move, to lift and grind down on him, hard. Instead, she dropped her head back and opened her mouth, moaning aloud to allow some of the tension to escape her.
When he moved his hands, it only made it worse.
“Oh, Grayson. Please?”
“Hush,” he responded, gruffly. “It’s only because I want to learn my way around you.” His gaze held hers.
His words made her feel treasured. And then his cock pulsed fiercely inside her, reminding her that he was holding back, too.
The soft stroke of hi
s hands against the inside of her thighs made her desperate, and she tossed her hair from side to side. Leaning forward, she raked her fingers down his chest to where their hips met, awed when the muscles of his abdomen rippled beneath her fingers. The power contained there made her clutch the hard length inside her. Leaning forward like that, his cock arched inside her and pressed her sweet spot.
“Got to move.” She rocked her hips back and forth, molding his cock inside her.
Grayson’s head went back against the arm of the sofa, his eyes narrowed, his chin lifted, his chest rising and falling. “You feel so good,” he breathed.
Hearing him say that made her reach out for his hands, and they meshed fingers again.
He nodded his encouragement, and she lifted up and sank down. He stretched the walls of her sex as she rode him, over and over again, the crown of his cock pressing deep against her cervix, making her womb feel heavy. Pure, undiluted pleasure washed over her, the rush making her high. She laughed, joyously, throwing her head back and riding his willing cock until her sex was on fire, and deep spasms of release ran through her core.
“Oh, yes, you look very beautiful when you come,” he whispered, then let go one of her hands, and moved his fingers to the place where they joined, nudging her clit with one knuckle, until she came again, a succession of blissful peaks rolling together inside her.
She was lost to it, clutching and grinding on him until he groaned loudly and his body bowed up under her. His chest expanded and the muscles in his arms roped as he clutched her thighs and his cock exploded inside her.
Panting for breath, her body slick with sweat and her inner thighs damp with her juices, she buckled and fell forward into his waiting arms.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Crawford asked.
Elspeth shook her head and glanced over at Her Haven. She didn’t need any help. She was psyched, and she was dressed for a bit of stealth work in black leggings and a sweatshirt. “I’m the official key holder. If I get caught in the house I have a good reason.”
He rested his arm around her shoulders. “Be careful, Elsie.”
She smiled. He called her that when he teased her. They’d known each other since primary school, when she really had been Elsie, little Elsie McGraw.
“I’m not afraid of Grayson Murdoch.”
