Unwrapping Holly

Her breathing was heavier now, silent in anticipation of what came next. I decided to tease her. Ever so slowly, the tip of my first finger parted her tender folds. She was absolutely drenched.

“This what you want?”

She nodded into the pillow, eyes closed, her lips full and kissable. I leaned forward to cover her mouth with mine. To breathe her in, kissing her softly, our tongues exploring each other in slow, tentative circles.

“Please…”

She squirmed downward, but I moved my hand in the same direction. Just the tip of my finger was still inside her. Nothing more.

“Kyle… come on!”

“What?” I asked innocently, moaning the word into her mouth.

“You— You have to…”

She screwed her hips, and this time I let her have her way. Two thick fingers entered her, all slick and wet. I pushed upward, burying them deep.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

I was a sucker when it came to teasing her, and I could never last long. I wanted it just as much as she did. She knew it too.

It played out slowly, to the sounds of the rain. Sammara screwed herself into my hand while I chewed her shoulder, both of us listening to the big droplets as they pattered loudly off the old, lead-paned glass.

“Kyle…”

She breathed my name more than said it, which was always music to my ears. I loved the way she spoke my name. I loved her voice, soft and feminine. Her moans, her whimpers, so sultry. So sexy…

“I—I’m close, Kyle… I—”

My fingers had been sawing in and out of her, more rapidly as her excitement grew. Just before she came however, I pushed forward and made my hand rigid. I held it there and let her screw downward, rubbing the underside of my knuckles against her pelvic bone. She cried out in orgasmic release, while clawing the pillow with both hands in some sort of adorable death-grip.

By now, I knew what my girl liked.

I slid up alongside her as she came floating down, all grins and smiles. Her body was slippery against mine. There was oil practically everywhere.

“Okay. Your turn.”

She began with her hand, stroking me up and down. Helping me out of my boxers, until I was naked on my back. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on the feel of her warm, oil-soaked fingers wrapped tightly around my manhood. Dragging them slowly up and down. Squeezing gently, just beneath the head.

I wasn’t at all surprised when she threw a leg over me. Sammara sank all the way down on my cock in a single, lubricated thrust. We both groaned simultaneously, then smiled.

“You’re right about me not wanting to give up control,” she breathed, placing a hand on my chest.

“Are you referring to our conversation from earlier?”

Her eyes closed, but she nodded. We’d been talking about work. About how she needed to hire someone else, but she was too much of a control freak to take on another assistant.

“Let me show you how much I like control…”

She reached back, and I felt her warm, slender fingers travel over my balls. I hissed through clenched teeth as she closed her palm over them.

“Shoot it in me, Kyle.”

It felt incredible, the way she was rolling her hips. The gentle squeeze of her hand on my balls, coaxing me… urging me to come with my cock buried so deeply inside her.

“Put it deep, baby. Please…”

I could’ve held off, but there wasn’t a point. Instead I let go, digging my hands into her hips as I came. Sliding them up to her breasts in order to feel the full weight of them in my hands…