Indelibly Intimate by Regina Cole

haze than the sensation of Hammer’s fingers sliding between the slick lips of her pussy. She spread her thighs farther apart, tipping her head back. God, she felt wild, like a dominatrix wielding her will upon a compliant submissive. But Hammer wasn’t the type to let her control him for long. She knew that and she intended to make the most of her control at the reins.
    Her foot moved from his naked thigh to the floor, trapping him against her pussy. She smiled. “Don’t move.”
    Lifting the hem of her tank, she pulled it off. Her skirt came next, over her head so it didn’t disturb the delicious movements of his fingers against her pussy. She stood before him in nothing but her lacy white bra and lavender panties.
    Propping her fists on her hips, she winked at him. “Like what you feel?”
    “Oh yeah,” he said, sliding his fingers deeper into her slit. With his other hand, he stroked his cock, still wet from her sucking. The sight of him touching himself got her even hotter.
    She took a step backward, causing his hand to fall away. She removed her panties, careful not to brush against the gauze-covered tattoo, and threw the scrap of lace aside.
    “Do you have condoms?” She might have drunk more than she should tonight but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a brain.
    He nodded toward their discarded pile of clothing. “In my wallet. Back pocket.”
    “Kind of sure of yourself, weren’t you?” She laughed as she dug through their clothes.
    “Sparky, when I saw you pumping gas this afternoon, my dick did cartwheels. I haven’t wanted anyone like this in a long damn time, so if you were willing at all, it was going to happen.”
    She came back to stand beside him. “Lucky for you.” She paused to tear open the condom’s wrapper with her teeth. “I’m more than a little willing.”
    He caressed her pussy again, combing the little landing strip of hair atop it with his fingers. He rubbed the wetness around her clit. “Feels like it.”
    When she bent over to roll the condom onto his erection, he reached behind her to caress her ass.
    Her tongue flicked over the slit in the head of his cock one last time before she started rolling the condom onto his shaft. She stayed bent over, loving the delicious feeling of Hammer massaging and rubbing her ass. When the condom covered him fully, she sighed and almost stood up.
    A long finger probing at her back opening stopped her.
    “Oh,” she said, gripping his hair-dusted thigh in surprise. Her legs spread farther apart on their own. Her pussy throbbed as he played with the tight star, fingers pressing, stretching, gently manipulating the tiny opening.
    His voice was low, husky with want. “Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass? Have you ever had a cock deep inside this tight hole?”
    She shook her head, afraid a deep moan would escape her if she opened her mouth.
    “Good,” he said with a lazy half-smile. “I want to be the first.” Releasing his cock, he lifted her chin to his for a soft kiss. “But tonight is for what you want. So tell me, Sparky. What do you want?”
    She stood, uncertain. She’d been totally in control of everything until that moment, that split second when Hammer showed her he wasn’t going to sit back and let her do whatever she wanted forever. It was kind of exciting, never knowing when her rule would end, but was she still in control?
    She stepped back. “Stroke your cock again. I liked that.”
    He complied without a word, fisting his condom-covered cock. She stayed silent, watching him. His cock was perfect, large enough to satisfy, not so huge that she’d worry about being in pain.
    “Cup your sac.”
    He obeyed instantly, reaching to cradle the looser skin with its twin weights beneath. He massaged them gently, pushing them upward so they framed the base of his hardness.
    Quinn’s thighs shifted against each other, her wetness dampening her inner thighs now. God, she was so fucking wet. Watching him get himself off turned