I nearly growl when she turns around, although Jane is on her knees before I can pick her up and pin her against the wall, taking in my cock with those pretty lips, looking up at me.
Fucking hells.
One of my hands glides through her hair, watching my cock disappear into her mouth, over and over, the warmth of it making my eyes roll. Her jaw drops to accommodate more as I brush against the back of her throat. Her hands grip both my legs to steady herself, and my labored breathing morphs into slow groans, momentarily wishing I was in the Commons so they could all seewhothis woman strips so easily for, and whose cock hollows out her cheeks.
Whose cum will be sliding down her throat.
“You are gorgeous between my thighs.” I grip her hair and hold her there, Jane nearly gagging, getting a high off of the way her vulnerability is at its peak. I rock my hips slightly so she can get air into her lungs. Her tongue flicks back and forth, and I grunt. “You want my cum, Jane?”
She moans into the flesh that nearly chokes her, and I grip her hair tighter with another partial roll of my eyes. “Such a good fucking girl. After this, I’m going to bring you close to the edge before stopping. Then bring you closer once more, and stop just before. Then, I’ll make you collapse.”
It’s when her eyes roll at that notion that I grunt, breathing raggedly, baring my teeth. “And you’ll fucking swallow everydrop of me,” I grind out, pivoting the wrist of my free hand so my palm grips the front of her neck. “And I want to feel it.”
I come as soon as I feel her neck muscles swallow her own saliva, her warm mouth remaining wrapped around me, draining me down her throat, swallowing happily as I feel those musclesdrinkevery drop in her mouth.
That clarity after emptying one’s balls is like nothing else, the hair in my hand suddenly feeling soft, belonging to a woman I don’t just want to claim physically, but I want herheart. Sliding my hand up along her chin before moving it back to my side, the other loosens its grip on her hair. She wipes at her lips, the fire glinting against them.
This clarity also means I can read her without my horny ass getting ahead of itself. She’s so ready and open for me, but once again, she doesn’t want to initiate.
One day, she will.
For now, I’ll enjoy guiding her. She’s trusting me to take care of that desire, to edgerightat the precipice before it’s too much.
“On the bed. On your back,” I say, standing.
Jane smiles as she stands, strutting over in a sway of her perfect ass, sliding into the fur and elegantly rolling to her back.
She’s so queenly in her movements when she’s completely confident, as if she knows I won’t disappoint her here.
I ensure all my clothes are removed, not saying another word as I place a knee on the bed, hooking an arm underneath the small of her back, gripping her inner thigh with my other hand topush her wide open, dipping down to lick her wet pussy, my tongue sliding right where my cock will stretch her later, up to her clit, tasting the mess that was made all because she sucked me off.
That clarity is fucking fading already.
I want her cunt filled with my cum, for her to smell of sex. She gasps when Isuck, her hands now moving all over, from her face, to my hair, to my arm.
Fucking her endlessly in Rosmertta’s was deliciously carnal, a release we both needed. But I can feel so much built-up emotion inside of her that mixes with her rising orgasm, and frankly, it melds with my own heart.
It’s different to do this with someone’s body that you know, their pleasure so much more than a flare of ego.
It crosses my mind to getoneanswer out of her in this position, as she seems to hear me best when like this. I pause when I can feel her reaching her edge, as if her body emanates euphoria.
She whimpers when she realizes I’ve stopped.
“I can tell you’re hiding something very large from me, Jane,” I say, admiring her perfect cunt while I feel her energy shift.
She even grunts, looking down with disappointment when I flick my gaze up. I grip her and push her thigh open even further as she tries to see what physical leverage she might have, but that disappears almost instantly.
She can’t move, her legs spread, and her body so utterly exposed.
“That’s not what I want to hear right now,” she says.
“I told you, I’m going to bring you to the edge, multiple times before you’re allowed to collapse. I mean it when I say you have three days to keep this information to yourself.” I raise my head back further. “No more.”
She loves it, even if she hates it. She pushes that uncomfortable appreciation toward me, telling me in every way but with her own mouth that sheiskeeping something, and she might not even want to.
I can tell that ripping the truth from her is more comforting of a notion than not. My hand from her inner thigh slides down,two fingers slipping right inside of her smooth heat as she gasps and leans her head back. I pump in and out, the muscles of my forearms flexing as I give her one languid lick over her clit. “Don’t think I’m done asking.”
“We can’t just fuck normally, can we?” she breathes out.
