She walked into the hot bedroom before unbuttoning her blouse, the cicadas beating their incessant tune through the open screened windows. Moving slowly, there was purpose behind every movement. Her eyes missed nothing and when they landed on him, he knew. She needed to let off steam and he was the lucky bastard she was going to do it with.
“Get over here.” She spoke softly but there was steel threaded through her tone.
He walked towards her – the towel he’d just dried himself with wrapped around his waist. The heat was so oppressive he was already sweating again. He watched her blouse fall open to reveal the peach lace of her bra, her full breasts plumped up, her brown nipples pressing hard against the soft material. She shrugged out of the blouse and pushed her skirt over her full hips to the floor.
He didn’t have long to admire her before her hand flashed out and slapped him hard across his face. She whipped his towel away and pushed him back onto the armless chair by her dressing table, immediately straddling him and taking his face in her hands. She stroked his stinging cheek before bending to take his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
His cock was already so hard it rested against his stomach where it wept against hers as she ground herself on him.
She yanked her bra down, hooking the cups under her breasts, pushing them up – an invitation – no – a demand. She pulled his head to her, rubbing her breasts over his face, squeezing them together for him.
His mouth immediately found her tight, hard nipple. He sucked her salty skin, smelled her delicious scent, used his tongue and teeth – just how she liked it. He held her hips as they worked harder; he could feel how wet her panties were already as her pussy rubbed over him. Her breathing was hot and heavy.
God only knows what had put her in this state, but he wanted to be the one to make her feel better. He wanted to be the one to drive the devil out of her.
He moved across to her other nipple as her hands tugged and pulled at his hair. The sweet sting shot straight to his cock which ached like a fucker, but that just made this moment all the sweeter.
She suddenly lifted off his lap, tugged her panties to one side and positioned his cock at her entrance. She closed her eyes as she sank onto him.
“Oh yes.” She whispered. “Oh my fucking god that’s it, that’s what I wanted. Your cock in me, your hard cock… feels so good.”
He grunted in response, it was all he could manage as she started to ride him. This wasn’t about his pleasure, she was taking her own but watching her getting lost in it was enough to make him want to come on the spot.
“Oh yeah, right there.” She rolled her hips and pressed her clit down on him, moaning her pleasure.
He watched her breasts move, watched the flush of her skin, the light sheen of sweat appear. He watched her beautiful face, the fierce concentration as she worked towards what she wanted and knew he would never see a woman more sexually powerful.
She always destroyed him, and everytime he couldn’t wait for the next and the next – never enough.
Her hands went into his hair and she pulled his head back. “You’re not allowed to come.”
He felt a moment’s panic. It was always the same when she wanted this from him. He was close and never completely trusted his own self-control around her. His stomach dipped at the thought of disappointing her.
Gripping the seat of the chair with both hands as she continued to move on him, he closed his eyes to try and concentrate, but she wasn’t having that.
“Look at me when I come. I want you to see me, to know what you have given me.” He opened his eyes when she tightened her grip on his hair, grinding on his cock. “Your pleasure is mine. After this I will show you how much I appreciate that.” She panted.
His heart thudded at the thought of what that might entail.
“Oh baby, it’s now.”
She continued to look at him, but he saw the moment it took her away from him. Her head flew back as the pleasure consumed her, her hips lost their rhythm, hands dropped down to his shoulders, with nails digging in as she opened her mouth and yelled her climax out to the hot, humid night.
Her movements finally slowed, her nails lifted from his skin to be replaced with gentle strokes of her fingertips. Her head rolled forward and as her eyes opened he watched her return to him.
Ready for more.
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