Only One Night - The Fusion Universe

“Now, I’m going to show you exactly what boyfriends do to girlfriends,” I tell her, allowing my words to whisper over the smooth, sensitive skin of her neck. Her breathing hitches in her throat, and her body trembles against mine. “I want you to go to the dinner table. Don’t take off your dress. I want to watch you come hard for me. And only for me. Eyes open, legs spread, and that pretty dress hiked up to your hips like you wanted me to do all night.”

“What makes you think that’s what I wanted?”

“Because the moment we were alone, your cheeks burned, your breathing turned shallow, coming in short spurts, and you kept squirming in my car.”

The way her lips pout and her tongue darts out, licking at the plump flesh, has my dick hardening considerably. I push away from the wall. Stepping back, I gesture for Elisabet to head to the table. I follow behind, taking note of how her hips sway as the material swishes against her legs.

I pull out one of the chairs, positioning it perfectly in front of the table where I’ll have a view of her playing with that perfect pussy. I gesture for her to turn around, to face her back to me, and then I give her the orders.

“I want you to bend over, pull your dress up, spread those feet wide, and play with yourself.”

Her mouth opens, then shuts. I know that’s something she wants to argue about. And I know exactly what it is.

“And my underwear?” she challenges with a coy smirk. The question makes me laugh because she knows exactly what she’s been doing to me all fucking night.

“If you were wearing any, I’d tell you to strip for me, but you’ve been a very bad girl tonight, wet and needy in my car with no panties on.”

Her cheeks turn bright red. Even in this low lighting, I can see it, almost feel the heat coming off her. She doesn’t argue what I just said, so it’s true. She turns away, and I watch in awe as the woman who’s stolen my heart obeys my orders. A small smile dances on my lips as she opens her legs, and her hands find that slick center. My cock is enjoying the show because as soon as she dips her fingers inside her body, my zipper becomes extremely uncomfortable.

With a slow, measured movement, I loosen the metal teeth with a hiss and grip my cock from my boxers. Stroking myself slowly with a tight hold, I watch as Elisabet’s fingers become wet. Coated in her arousal, she whimpers when I grunt, she moans when I groan, and when I tell her to stop, she mewls in agony.

“Spread your legs wider,” I croak, my voice turning husky with the need to be inside her. This woman could so easily kill me with the desire that courses through my veins as I watch her.

Her feet shuffle, her thighs part farther, and her body is open for me. Pushing from the chair, I saunter toward her, my cock still in my palm. When I reach her, I nudge her opening with the seeping tip, teasing her pussy until she’s pleading for me.

“Please, Rome, just do it.” Her words are fuel to the fire raging inside me. It’s as if she’s a key, unlocking everything I’ve held close, kept hidden, and she’s slowly but surely turning that mechanism until I’m the one opening myself for her.

I push forward without any haste. The slow movement causes her to shove her hips backward, but I quickly grab her and keep her steady.

“No.” It’s one word that explains everything I need to say. Don’t move. Don’t allow me to fall for you. And don’t fall for me. Without another thought, I drive my hips into her plump ass and revel in the way she jiggles against my thrust.

She accepts me, taking me all the way to the hilt before I groan as she tightens around me, pulsing and sucking me in. Her slick walls massage my shaft, and I still all my movements to revel in the pleasure that’s taking over me.

“Rome,” she whimpers, her head turning to regard me over her shoulder. “Please.” Another plea tumbles from her lips. My body moves away from hers, sliding out of her until I’m barely inside her heat, and then I slam back in.

Her body is pinned between me and the table, and I can’t focus on anything other than the tightness of her body. With every thrust, I hasten my movements. We move together, in sync, as pleasure drives us closer to the edge.

My release nears, and I have to reach around, circling her clit to push her over the precipice alongside me. Elisabet’s cries fall freely as her cunt pulses around me, draining my orgasm from me, and with a grunt, I join her in euphoria.