After a few moments, I plunged down again to take him deeply into my throat, and he cried out and tensed his body while his fingers ran through my hair, eventually balling it up and clenching, holding me in place. When he pulled me back again, I gasped for air and stroked him, kissing his lower stomach and letting my other hand slide between my thighs to touch myself.
As I slid a finger inside myself, I pressed his cock between my lips again and mimicked the motion. Vince let one hand slide down my neck to my breasts, filling with one and brushing my nipple with his thumb. The sensory overload was complete, and I lost myself in the moment, sucking him, moaning so the vibrations rode up his cock and rattled his spine, forcing him to grunt and close his eyes.
Suddenly, he pulled me away and I barely had time to look disappointed when he grabbed my ankles and turned me over. I lay on my stomach on the bed, my legs falling off the end, when his arm reached under me, lifting me to stand and lean. His warm, heavy cock slid between my thighs and brushed through the folds of my pussy, gathering the fluid there. I let my legs loosen and stood on my toes as I waited for him, and the head of his cock found my opening.
Vince slid his other hand up my stomach to my chest, grabbing one of my breasts as if to hold me in place as he plunged into me. A cry stuck in my throat as his massive thickness filled me, stretched me, and completed me. I pressed my toes into the floor to gain some measure of control as my body ached as it adjusted to his girth. He pressed his hips into my ass and stayed there, waiting for me to open up for him, to fit around him.
Then he pulled back and thrust deeply into me again, impossibly deep, and the cry finally became unstuck from my throat and filled the air around me. I reached back to grab hold of his thigh, holding him as he sunk so deeply inside me that I thought I might burst.
As he lay into me, his body pumping in a slow, rhythmic pace, punctuated by the sounds of someone paying close attention to how my body responded, I relaxed into the control his fingers had over me. Thumbs now pressed into my ass as the hands curled around my hips. He was slamming into me, pulling me into him with each thrust, and my eyes rolled back, preparing for another incredible orgasm to take control. I could feel my body tingling with anticipation and tried to remind myself to breathe, my voice rolling out of me in short bursts of sound.
I knew my climax was coming soon, and by the increased speed and intensifying grunts behind me, I knew Vince’s was too. I turned to look at him, and our eyes met. I grinned as he didn’t stop his speed and only met my gaze with one of his own. I let my hand stretch back to his ass and pulled him into me, letting him know I wanted it harder. I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted him to own me in that moment and show me the power of his passion for me.
He seemed to understand, and a growl rose from deep inside his chest as he gripped me harder and fucked me with a renewed intensity. I closed my eyes and let the wave of pleasure wash over me, and soon I was tipping over, releasing the tension in an earth-quaking climax. I cried out in a long sound that captured the passion, the ecstasy, and the tension being let go, and a deep well of sound met me from behind. Vince slammed into me harder, faster, our bodies slapping against one another until he exploded in me, and his voice joined mine. I shuddered as he came, his body emptying into mine only intensifying my climax. When he finally stood stock-still, his legs no longer shaking and his hips no longer pumping, he released himself from me, and I crawled up into the bed. He joined me there and I curled into his arms, kissing his chest as I nestled in the crook of his arm.25VinceI woke up Tuesday morning with Lindsey cuddled up beside me.
I smiled and settled back down on the pillow. Tossing my arm over her, I kissed her on the cheek.
“Good morning,” I said.
She groaned slightly. “What time is it?”
“Actually, I don’t know. I’m not used to just waking up,” I said.
The realization I might have completely overslept settled in. It was possible I was already late for work. Not that it would make that much of a difference. Quentin always told me I had the option to work from home some days if I wanted to. He never specified it had to be my home, so I assumed the courtesy would be extended to me lingering around at Lindsey’s house for a little bit. The only thing forcing me to go into the office were two conference calls later in the afternoon.