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Before I could respond to Vic’s quip, he pulled out and thrust again into. I screamed, begging for more. He obliged, giving me more and more until I was literally on the brink. I came unravelled like a sweater with only one thread. I bit at his shoulder, pulling at his hair, and begged him to give it to me. And he did.
When I thought I was done he started me up all over again. He flipped me over, and I screamed as he plunged deep into my core.
God he was big. I don’t think I’d ever been penetrated so deeply. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, Vic!” I yelled into the mattress, biting hard on the sheet.
“Yes, ma’am!” Vic slapped my ass and picked up the pace, a fast yet delicate rhythm that had me moaning uncontrollably.
I’d never been one to lose control in bed. I like control. But, damn, I’m not even sure what I was yelling. I’m pretty sure I was speaking in tongues. With every thrust, I felt like I was coming further apart in the most delicious way.
Oh, I was losing it. “Come inside me, please.” Vic made me feel so deliriously good.
“What?” Vic tugged my face around so I was looking over my shoulder at him.
His eyes were blazing.
“I’m on birth control, remember? It’s okay. Please, please come inside of me. I want to feel your come inside of me.” I squirmed back against him, urging him on. Nothing had ever made more sense than his come inside of me.
“Fuck, Lennox,” Vic hissed. Suddenly I was flipped over onto my back. I stared straight into Vic’s black eyes. “When I come inside of you, I want to see your eyes.”
I nodded, completely captivated. I could feel my core start to clench around him, and the blissful waves began to take me again. My eyes were fluttering in time to the waves, but I forced them open: I wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see me. As my orgasm reached its full height, Vic came. Knowing that threw me further down the rabbit hole.
Vic’s jaw clenched, his muscles tightened, and I could feel his cock pumping and unloading into me. I moaned his name deep and guttural, until there was nothing left of either of us save shuddering husks.
Vic rolled off and next to me, motioning for me to join him under his arm. I did. I didn’t bother cleaning up, because I liked the feeling of his come between my legs. Vic didn’t move to wash up either.
I groaned, pushing away the sadist that was trying to wake me up. I was tired and sore. Deliciously, wonderfully sore, but still sore.
“Wake up, Lennox!”
“Asshole!” I yelled into my pillow. Whoever this demon was, it had just pulled the blankets off of me, and now I was cold. Someone was going to die.
I felt hands sliding up my thighs and I shivered.
“Is that any way to talk to me?” Vic’s rich voice penetrated my sleep fogged brain. His hands were kneading my thighs and his lips whispered jokes on my neck.
“Mmmm.” I rolled over, eyes still closed, feeling for Vic.
“Nope. Sorry, babe. We have a dinner reservation.” And with those quick words, his touch, his breath, his lips, were gone.
I opened my eyes and glowered. The light was on, I was cold, and now I was sexually frustrated. There was going to be a mass murder.
The hostess sat us in a booth. Instead of sitting on opposite sides of each other, Vic had us sit next to one another; it was perfect.
I was still pretty pissed about the way he woke me up, not to mention the fact that when he woke me up he told me I only had ten minutes to get ready. Ten minutes? I’m not high-maintenance. I don’t need much time to get ready. But, when he told me where we were going (some french place I couldn’t pronounce), I knew I was going to need more than ten minutes. I didn’t get more than ten
minutes, I got a slap on my ass and a “You can do it, tiger!” from Vic.
So, needless to say, despite the fancy french restaurant and his insistence that we sit side by side, I was planning on punishing him. I think giving him a lesson on what it’s like to be sexually frustrated is a good start.
Vic looked over the menu. “What do you want? You can have anything.”
“I want one of everything,” I said, leaning into him and pressing my breasts against his arm.
The restaurant we were at was on the beach. It was low-lit and not very crowded. I’d never been here before, but I could tell it was expensive by the fact that there were no prices on the menu.
“As long as you can eat it,” Vic said, unperturbed.
“And I want all the wine on the menu. By the bottle,” I said goading him. Pretending to read his menu, I leaned even closer giving him a view of my breasts peeking out the top of the neckline of my dress.
