“You’d like me to spank you? With what?” I asked, quietly.
“Your hand, Alex. I want to feel skin on skin.”
I cupped her breasts gently kneading them in my palms. I lowered my head and ran my tongue over one nipple, closing my lips around it and gently biting down. Gabriella placed her hands either side of my face, sliding them back to grip my hair and tightening her fingers each time I closed my teeth on her nipple.
I released her. “Do you like that?” I whispered, turning my attention to the other one.
“Yes,” came her breathy reply.
“Do you like pain?” I asked. Again she replied with an even breathier yes.
My cock strained harder against my trousers. I ran my tongue over her chest up to her neck.
“Bedroom, now,” I commanded. She slid from my lap and walked ahead of me. The swing of her hips was deliberate and I wanted to fuck the arse she teased me with.
A noise rumbled from my throat and she looked over her shoulder at me. She smiled, knowingly. God, that woman knew exactly what she was doing to me. The shorts I had loaned her tightened across her buttocks as she walked. I reached forwards and grabbed the waistband causing her to stop just short of the end of the bed. I wriggled the shorts down her legs, and she kicked them off.
“Lean down, put your hands on the frame,” I said. She complied and spread her legs a little for balance. She wasn’t new to this and I was both excited and disappointed by that.
I ran my fingers down her bare back, leaning over to blow on her skin, and it pimpled in response. I continued to draw circles on her arse cheeks. I palmed the skin, squeezing and sliding my fingers between her thighs. Her pussy was wet and the fingers I swiped over her were slick. I slid my fingers back up, lubricating her.
“I like that,” she whispered as I circled gently. I repeated the motion a couple of times before pushing two fingers into her arse, slowly.
She tensed, took in a deep breath, and blew it out. Her legs started to shake a little as I slid my fingers in and out. I used my other hand to reach around and massage her clitoris, coating my fingers for more lubricant. She gently moaned, stretching out, and forcing her arse towards me. Her breaths grew rapid and her moans frequent. I plunged two fingers in her pussy hooking them to find her g-spot. She cried out in pleasure.
When I thought she was about to come I removed myself from her, stepped back and spanked her, first on one butt cheek, then the other. I massaged in between. Her legs shook as her orgasm took over. Her pink flesh glowed with heat.
“More,” she growled out, breathlessly.
I slid the belt from the loops of my trousers and wrapped both ends around my fist. I flicked it, gently, against her skin, careful to avoid her hip. The constant flicks against the back of her thighs made her moan again. She threw her head back and cried out my name. Her body shook and I wondered how long she’d hold on. A gentle flick to her pussy was the turning point. She stood and turned so quick her hair flew in different directions settling across her face. She grabbed the front of my shirt and in her haste to remove it, she tore it open. I fumbled with my trousers, eventually removing them, and she fell to her knees. She held my cock with both hands and lowered her head all the while gazing up at me. Just her expression made my legs tremble. She licked my cock, running her hands up and down at the same time. She teased, nipped, and gently sucked, her eyes challenging me. I grabbed her head and forced her lower. I heard her gag, she gripped hard, and then, once she had relaxed her throat, she sucked. Tears streamed down her face and it was divine. The way she looked up at me was pure wickedness and so erotic.
I wasn’t sure how long I could hold on. I desperately wanted to come. I wanted to force my cock even further down her throat but knew I shouldn’t. There was something about her that made me want to act out all my kink with her. When I was on the brink, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard. She didn’t want to release and clamped her lips around me. I pulled more. She groaned at the pain she must have felt. I pulled her to her feet and without a word I turned her. Instead of leaning down and reaching for the bed frame, she leaned onto the mattress, spreading her legs. She used her own hand to pleasure herself, parting her lips, inviting me to join her. I ran the tip of my cock across her clitoris, over her pussy and then to her arse. I probed just a little, waiting for permission, she pushed back against me. It was the invitation I needed.
I fucked her arse while she fingered herself. She moaned, as did I. She was tight and accommodating, I was slow, and it was excruciating. It wasn’t like we had a conversation about anal and I wasn’t about to hurt her in any way. I held her hips, not even thinking about her bruises but she rocked against me, setting the pace.
When she began to bring herself to another orgasm, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pulled from her arse and I spurted my cum over it. While my milky fluid ran down her still pink skin, I spanked her again. She slumped to the bed and I, to the floor.
“Alex,” she said, her voice hoarse.
She reached behind with her hand. I took it. Her fingers were sticky, and I threaded mine through hers. We stayed that way just for a few minutes while we got our breath back.
Gabriella started to laugh. “Oh my God, Alex,” she said.
“Have I hurt you?” I asked.
She stood and then kneeled down in front of me. “Not enough,” she replied with that sassy smirk she gave.
I grabbed her face and pulled her towards me for a kiss. A deep passionate, breath stealing kiss. I could feel myself hardening again. She reached down to cup my balls and gently squeezed. I broke the kiss.
“I need to clean up first,” I said. She nodded.
I stood and held out my hand. I led her to my shower and turned it on. We stood while I washed my cock before sitting on the built-in bench. She straddled me and while water cascaded down, I fucked her, or she fucked me because whoever was in charge at one point, she was sure to make the switch. I bit down hard on her breasts, marking her skin as I came hard. My balls contracted and an ache rippled through my stomach. I cried out her name as she dug her nails into my skin, drawing blood. I wasn’t stopping however, until she’d come again. I replaced my flaccid cock with fingers, two, then three.
“I want to fist you one day,” I whispered. She didn’t respond, but sank her teeth into my neck. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, and it wasn’t because it was mykinkas she called it, it was because I couldn’t get enough. I wasn’t deep enough, her screams weren’t loud enough, my orgasm didn’t hurt enough.
I just couldn’t get enough of her.
We moved from the shower to the bed. I continued to pleasure her, and she did the same to me. The sheets were wet, tangled around us. Our legs were entwined, we rolled, we tussled for position and we fucked again. Sweat coated our bodies, cum was smeared over her thighs and the sheets. Our throats were sore and our voices husky, our eyelids hooded. We fell asleep at some point early hours of the morning.
