The sight was so fucking hot. He loved watching her. Not only was it beautiful to see but she felt so good.
Her tight cunt squeezed him.
Releasing one of her hands, he reached between them, teasing her clit, stroking her. The moment he did, her pussy clenched around him and her moans echoed off the walls. Slamming in deep, he watched her. She thrust up to meet each stroke.
“Fuck me, David. Make me come.”
“I’ll fuck you good and hard but first I want to feel you come all over my dick, and when you do, I want you to scream my name.” He pinched her clit then stroked across her nub, feeling her pussy tightening with each stroke.
It wasn’t long before she was coming on his cock, screaming his name, begging him not to stop and for more. He gritted his teeth, counted to ten, and tried to think of something disgusting to keep his own orgasm in check but it didn’t seem to be helping. She felt so fucking good but he wasn’t going to blow like a horny little teenager. When it came to Lisabeth, he wanted everything to last.
13
The feeling of fingers running over her back had Lisabeth slowly opening her eyes. The sun poured through the window, and for a second she just relaxed against the soft, silky sheets. It was then that reality set in, the fact she was at David’s house, in his bed. She was naked, the product of his arousal, his completion, coating her inner thighs. But she couldn’t deny that the stickiness aroused her, made her feel claimed, possessed.
“I didn’t want to wake you but having you right beside me, the memories of you calling out my name as you came, has me feeling like a fiend.” He pressed against her, his dick hard, demanding even. Instantly she got wet, her nipples beading, her breasts feeling achy and heavy.
Although Lisabeth should be concerned about Rachel finding out this way, at this moment she couldn’t help but just enjoy the feeling of David pressed against her. His warm breath fanning her nape told her she was really here. This was her reality.
The sound of birds chirping outside, his heavy breathing behind her, had her moaning softly. He moved his hand down her hip, along her side, and lifted her leg to place it over his waist.
A warm brush of air moved around her exposed pussy, and then she felt the stick, hard length of him press against her. She was already wet, or maybe that was still the product of when he’d come in her, filling her up, marking her.
He made love to her slow and easy, passionately. Her body was covered in sweat, her breathing haggard, her pleasure rising.
In and out.
Thrust and grind.
Moaning. Grunting.
And then he came at the same time she did, both of them moaning in unison, their bodies tense, shaking … sated.
He groaned out low at the same time she felt her climax peak. When they were both stated she relaxed against the bed, David beside her, his cock still buried in hers, his hard, big body pressed to hers.
They were both breathing hard, droplets of sweat moving along their flesh. Lisabeth wanted to tell him she loved him, the words playing right at the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t want to ruin this moment, didn’t want to risk putting her foot in her mouth when it could backfire. He cared for her, she knew that without a doubt, but that didn’t mean his feelings for her were as strong as love.
He pulled out of her with a groan and she moved to her back. A second later he was on top of her, his cock semi-hard, wet from being inside of her. They stared at each other for long seconds.
“I don’t want you to ever leave this bed,” he said in a gruff voice, his pleasure still laced in those words. She hummed softly, her eyes closed.
“I don’t want to leave this spot either,” she replied and opened her eyes when he chuckled. “Let’s just stay here and not worry about anything or anybody.”
“That sounds perfect. I don’t need to go back to work anytime soon.”
She grinned and looked into his eyes. His easy-going expression was serious, intense even.
“This wasn’t a one-time thing for me, Lisabeth.” Her heart was thundering at the sound of his voice, at the comprehension of his words. “This wasn’t about sex. This was about me claiming you, making you mine.”
Lisabeth licked her lips, knowing she wanted to tell him how much she loved him right then and there. But just because he’d claimed her, said he wanted more than sex, didn’t mean he was in love with her. Did it?
She opened her mouth to tell him just that, or maybe she wouldn’t have said anything because of her fear of ruining this, but the sound of a car pulling into the driveway had her heart stopping. She felt her eyes widen as both of them turned to look toward the side. David climbed off of her and walked over naked to the window, peering down.