sensations, too much to take in at once. But there was no other option except to take it all, because she couldn’t have stopped moving if her life depended on it. She lifted and lowered herself on his cock, faster and faster, needing that carnal friction, loving the sound of their moans, the slap of skin against skin, the creak of the mattress underneath them.
Her sex fisted every time she took him deep inside, and she sobbed for breath. Sliding his hand between them, he thumbed her clit. “Come for me, Celia.”
There was no choice. She imploded, her pussy pulsing around his cock. He dragged it out for her, kept her hips surging to meet his touch on her clitoris. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she catapulted over another peak, her sex contracting so hard that stars burst behind her eyelids.
She collapsed against him, panting. It took her a few moments to resurface enough to notice the tension running through him, and that he was still thick and hard inside her. That didn’t make sense, and she shook her head to try and clear it. Blinking blurry eyes, she looked up at him. “You didn’t come?”
“I didn’t want it to be over yet.” His smile was a little strained and a lot wicked. “I promised to fuck your ass, remember?”
A vivid image formed in her mind of exactly what he described. His big cock, sliding into her stretched anus. Her mouth dried, and just that fast, she was hot and ready again. Her hips rolled a bit, and he groaned. She dropped her forehead to his sweat-dampened shoulder. “There’s a bottle of lube in the bedside table.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I like to use it occasionally…when I self-entertain.” At least, that was the only use this bottle had been put to. It really had been a while since she’d let a man into her bed.
He made a small, choked sound. “I would love to watch you some time…when you self-entertain.”
A shiver passed through her at the thought. God, he was naughty. And she liked that about him. “One thing at a time.”
“Yeah…I want to take my time with you.” His tone added extra meaning to his words, which she chose to ignore. This was not the right moment to argue about their not-going-to-happen future relationship.
She had other ideas in mind.
Climbing off of him, she moaned when his cock slid out of her pussy. She crawled over to the side of the mattress, tugged out the drawer to her nightstand and fished around until she came up with the clear container of lube.
One of his palms slid down her back to cup her sore buttocks. The other hand plucked the lube from her grasp. “I’ll take that.”
Her arms shook as exhilaration twisted inside her. She closed her eyes and drew in a shuddery breath when he popped open the top of the bottle. His hand continued to stroke over her spanked backside, making tingles break down her skin. Cold lube slid into the crack of her ass, and she squealed, jerking forward, but there was nowhere to go. She was already at the edge of the bed. “You could have warmed it up. Damn it!”
He chuckled, his palm smacking her butt lightly. “Where’s the fun in that? I like making you react.”
“I’m noticing that,” she grumbled, wriggling her hips while the lube warmed against her skin. “You better make this up to me.”
He dropped a kiss on her backside. “I will. I promise.”
Parting her buttocks, he pressed his fingers to her anus, sliding the liquid into her. She clenched her hands in the sheets, her back bowing at the intensity of the stretch when he added a second, then a third digit. Her breath panted out, sweat slipping down her skin. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sheer visceral experience. All her other senses intensified until her entire world narrowed down to the scent of sex and Mason filling her nose, the sound of their heaving lungs, the rush of her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, the caress of the smooth sheets under her hands and knees, the feel of his fingers moving over her and in
Her sex fisted every time she took him deep inside, and she sobbed for breath. Sliding his hand between them, he thumbed her clit. “Come for me, Celia.”
There was no choice. She imploded, her pussy pulsing around his cock. He dragged it out for her, kept her hips surging to meet his touch on her clitoris. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she catapulted over another peak, her sex contracting so hard that stars burst behind her eyelids.
She collapsed against him, panting. It took her a few moments to resurface enough to notice the tension running through him, and that he was still thick and hard inside her. That didn’t make sense, and she shook her head to try and clear it. Blinking blurry eyes, she looked up at him. “You didn’t come?”
“I didn’t want it to be over yet.” His smile was a little strained and a lot wicked. “I promised to fuck your ass, remember?”
A vivid image formed in her mind of exactly what he described. His big cock, sliding into her stretched anus. Her mouth dried, and just that fast, she was hot and ready again. Her hips rolled a bit, and he groaned. She dropped her forehead to his sweat-dampened shoulder. “There’s a bottle of lube in the bedside table.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I like to use it occasionally…when I self-entertain.” At least, that was the only use this bottle had been put to. It really had been a while since she’d let a man into her bed.
He made a small, choked sound. “I would love to watch you some time…when you self-entertain.”
A shiver passed through her at the thought. God, he was naughty. And she liked that about him. “One thing at a time.”
“Yeah…I want to take my time with you.” His tone added extra meaning to his words, which she chose to ignore. This was not the right moment to argue about their not-going-to-happen future relationship.
She had other ideas in mind.
Climbing off of him, she moaned when his cock slid out of her pussy. She crawled over to the side of the mattress, tugged out the drawer to her nightstand and fished around until she came up with the clear container of lube.
One of his palms slid down her back to cup her sore buttocks. The other hand plucked the lube from her grasp. “I’ll take that.”
Her arms shook as exhilaration twisted inside her. She closed her eyes and drew in a shuddery breath when he popped open the top of the bottle. His hand continued to stroke over her spanked backside, making tingles break down her skin. Cold lube slid into the crack of her ass, and she squealed, jerking forward, but there was nowhere to go. She was already at the edge of the bed. “You could have warmed it up. Damn it!”
He chuckled, his palm smacking her butt lightly. “Where’s the fun in that? I like making you react.”
“I’m noticing that,” she grumbled, wriggling her hips while the lube warmed against her skin. “You better make this up to me.”
He dropped a kiss on her backside. “I will. I promise.”
Parting her buttocks, he pressed his fingers to her anus, sliding the liquid into her. She clenched her hands in the sheets, her back bowing at the intensity of the stretch when he added a second, then a third digit. Her breath panted out, sweat slipping down her skin. Closing her eyes, she focused on the sheer visceral experience. All her other senses intensified until her entire world narrowed down to the scent of sex and Mason filling her nose, the sound of their heaving lungs, the rush of her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, the caress of the smooth sheets under her hands and knees, the feel of his fingers moving over her and in
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