The Best Laid Plans by Tamara Mataya

tattooed on her skin. No one had ever done this for her before, and she couldn’t do anything but lie there loving it. Maybe next time she could tie him up to the headboard and make him crazy for her. Would there be a next time?
    “Fuck yes!” She screamed as the first orgasm slammed through her, curling her toes and ripping her thoughts apart.
     
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    Her pussy clenched his fingers, and he tasted a subtle difference. She was about to come. He increased the pressure of his hand, and gently sucked at her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she shook, then grabbed the headboard and cried out a moment later.
    He continued after she’d climaxed, but slower, gentler, knowing how sensitive a woman becomes after an orgasm – especially one that hard, judging by how tightly his fingers had been squeezed.
    When she no longer trembled, he slid his fingers out of her and sat up. That should do her for this evening. As hard as he was, he would send her home like this. Let her think about what had happened tonight, and come back for more tomorrow. For the rest tomorrow. He’d leave her satisfied but wanting.
    She sprang forward, knocking him to his back at the foot of the bed. Before he could recover from the surprise, she threw a leg over him, and straddled his stomach pinning him down, facing his feet. He tensed to get up and move her off of him – this wasn’t part of the plan.
    Then she leaned down and took him in her mouth, and the plan flew out the window.
    Pleasure seared through him in time with her hot mouth, and the hand that stroked his length. He opened his eyes, and saw her legs spread wide, her pussy a few inches in front of his face. The sight of her almost made him blow his load right there. He firmly grasped her thighs and pulled her back, close enough to reach with his mouth again.
    He nuzzled down, and licked out, finding her swollen nub again.
    “No!” She looked back at him. “It’s my turn.”
    “You don’t get a turn.” He licked harder, faster. “In fact,” he spun and flipped her on her back, like she weighed nothing, full of lusty adrenaline. He leaned over and looked deep into her eyes. “You’re just going to lie there and take what I give you.” He bit her shoulder.
    “But I—”
    “Unless you want me to stop.” He ran the tip of his dick up and down her wet folds, not penetrating, moving away as her hands grabbed at his ass, trying to pull him inside her.
    “Don’t stop.”
    “I won’t if you quit trying to climb on top.”
    “I’ll do whatever you want,” she cried.
    “Let me get a condom.”
    “Hurry.”
    Her impatience filled him with warmth, and he wanted to stretch this moment out like warm taffy, so he took his time removing a condom from the nightstand. Jayne rubbed his back while he sat on the edge of the bed and put it on. He moved over to her on his knees, lowered himself, and kissed her neck.
    “Just fuck me now, Malcolm, please!”
    He pulled back to look at her. Frustration filled her eyes, and he literally couldn’t take it anymore. His name cried from her lips was too much – he pushed into her, hard and slow, savoring the first thrust. Her lips found his, frenzied, passionately, as tears of relief sprang to her eyes. He pulled out and filled her again, loving her tightness, marveling at how they fit each other perfectly, no space between them now.
    She cried out and turned her head to the side, closing her eyes.
    Malcolm stopped, pulled back until he’d almost completely withdrawn, and propped himself on his elbows. “Where are you going?”
    “Nowhere.” She looked confused.
    “Then stay right here with me, Jayne. Will you do that for me?”
    She bit her lip and nodded, obviously shy at the thought of looking at him while they made love. He smiled down at her and thrust into her again.
    God, her face was so expressive, broadcasting her pleasure. She angled her hips more severely, seeming to try to hold onto him without hands when he pulled