I had the pleasure of seeing her pussy up close and watching the slickness coat my finger as I rotated and pushing in and out of her. The t-shirt had ridden up and her toned stomach muscles tightened and rippled as her orgasm built. She arched her body as she came.
She gently chuckled as she settled her body back down into my lap. “Mmm, that was nice, my Lord,” she whispered. “Is there a round two?”
“Why do you call me that?” I asked, running my fingers up and down her stomach.
“Because I like to think that you’re mine and you like it.”
She swung her legs to the floor and stood, holding out her hands, she took mine and helped me to my feet. The shorts fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them then pulled the t-shirt over her head and stood naked in front of me.
She turned slowly. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Very much so.”
“Do you like that my ass cheeks are pink and hot from your spank?” Her voice had lowered.
“Very much so,” I repeated.
“I love the sting, it turns me on,” she said, coming to face me again. “But I want more now.”
“How much more?” I asked, my breath came in gasps as I spoke.
“I want you to do whatever you want.”
“Get dressed. Choose some clothes, any clothes, it doesn’t matter.” She frowned so I added, “Just trust me, please?” She smirked and then nodded.
She was gone no more than a minute when she returned in another t-shirt and some joggers. She had bare feet and I found some flip-flops, way too big but they would do for what I wanted. I grabbed my keys and took her hand. We left the flat and I didn’t speak again until we were in the car.
“At any time you want to stop, you say so, okay?”
“Okay.” She drew the word out as if she was a little unsure.
I opened the car door for her, and she slid in. I drove, probably way too fast and sent a text as well. It was totally illegal, but I had something in mind.
Gabriella smiled further when she recognised the gates we drove through, and the valet that took our car, and my cousin who stood in the doorway just holding a key. Without a word, I took the key and didn’t break pace. Gabriella air kissed Veronica as we passed and both women laughed.
I pulled Gabriella up the stairs and then paused outside a room. “Sure?” I asked.
“Err, yeah. Alex, my pussy is dripping. Now open the goddamn door,” she said, and her vulgarity turned me on more.
I grabbed her and forced her back against the wall. I held her by her throat and I kissed her hard.
She bit down hard on my lip, drawing blood. “Open. The. Door,” she hissed into my mouth.
The room I’d texted Veronica about was one that had racks of implements along one wall, a cupboard of lubricants and massage oils. There was a large bed in the middle of the room with rings on each corner post.
“Naked, now,” I said, striding to the racks. I ran my hand over the wooden paddles causing them to clack against each other. When I came to the end, I selected wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.
I held them while I walked towards her. She stood, as expected, naked and I could see the wetness shining on her inner thighs. I was desperate for her. I fell to my knees and grabbed her hips. I licked and sucked, needing to taste and smell her want for me. I bit gently, harder when she moaned out loud. I dug my fingers into her skin, and I growled with frustration that I couldn’t get my tongue deep enough inside her. I stood and picked her up without another word. I threw her to the bed; she bounced and then shuffled up. She smirked at me, raised one eyebrow as if laying down a challenge. I grabbed one wrist and cuffed it to the corner post, doing the same with the other.
I then climbed on the bed and kneeled between her legs. I slid my hands under her arse, and I lifted. I brought her pussy to my face and I held her there, folding her body at the waist slightly so I could get my tongue as far inside her as possible. She cried out, she moaned, she screamed out my name and that was a sound I loved more than anything.
“Say my name again,” I shouted, she did. As I licked and sucked every last drop of her previous orgasm, and the one that was heading my way like a freight train, she kept saying my name.
She came so violently she squirted, and I drank it all in. She twisted, surprised by what had happened. I held her steady not releasing her. I knew what was happening to her, of course. Her orgasm was so strong her stomach would be aching. I was holding her in a position that did not allow her relief. I licked her thighs and only when I was done, did I allow her to lower her legs and stretch out her stomach.
“Oh my God, Alex,” she whispered. Sweat had beaded on her forehead, on her upper lip.
I crawled up her body and I licked the sweat from her skin. “Taste,” I said, holding my face just above hers. She gently licked my lips.
