“I want it,” she mumbles.
“What’s that?” I cup a hand near my ear.
“Fuck you. I want it. That. You. Now give it to me.” She rises to her knees and places a small palm on my hip. I jerk forward.
Ha. I laugh at myself, at my own weakness, my own predictability. My hand jerking me for hours won’t bring me off but the press of her fingers against my hip and I’m ready to blow.
“Open up then.”
She braces herself, one hand on my hip and one on my abdomen as I guide the cockhead into her open mouth. The first touch of her wet tongue against my flesh has me jerking against her like a boy. I wrap my hands in her hair so it doesn’t obscure this vision. The silk fall of her wheat colored hair is smooth and slippery. I gather it into a fist and cup my hand around her head as she moves forward with deliberate intent. The height of the bed forces her to arch her back and pushes her ass in the air. I reach out and run the heel of my hand over the bumps of her spine until I reach the insane curve of her ass.
Chels is round all over. Big hips, soft thighs, juicy ass and primo tits. A man’s woman. She was a knockout at sixteen and time had only made her juicier. I slide a finger down her crack and straight into her cunt. She moans around me, the sound vibrating down my cock and into my brain.
“Deeper, Chels. Take it to the back of your throat. Let me feel it.”
She drips over my finger at my words, at my cock in her mouth, at my finger pumping inside her so-tight pussy.
“It's been a long time for both of us, hasn't it?” I murmur. She nods eagerly, the motion causing my cock to bounce inside her mouth. Her lips press down and she sucks harder, dragging a tremor from me. Her mouth sucking hard and enthusiastically is nirvana but I lift her off because I need my cock inside her tight grasp. I’ve been waiting for the moment when her cunt closes around me since I walked through those prison gates. And I know she’s aching too. I wrench away, her saliva coating my cock.
I pull on her hair until she’s kneeling and slam my mouth against hers. It’s a deep kiss, full of heat and need. She claws at my shoulders, climbing me like a tree until her drenched pussy is rubbing against my groin.
“You need my cock stuffing you full, don’t you, sweetness?”
“Hurry,” she whimpers. Her moans are tinted with needy distress.
I don’t waste another minute. Holding her plump ass in one hand, I use my other to position my cockhead at her opening. There is something almost religious about entering her. On the stand, I’d swear that the heavens opened and angels fucking sang. I close my eyes to savor the snug suck of her cunt walls. She whimpers again and it’s like the first time I took her. My cock becomes impossibly thick at the memory, at the now.
I want to possess her. I want her to admit that this pussy is mine. I ask her a question I have no business asking. One she’s already answered but I need some goddamn reassurance.
I pause, just the tip inside her. “You had anyone since me?”
“No.” Her answer is terse and she tries to bear down but I’m the one holding her and I pull my cock out.
“Fuck you, Grant.” She punches my shoulder.
“Why not?” I’m not putting my dick inside her until she says what I want to hear. I’m being a manipulative jealous bastard, but I can’t stop myself.
“You know why.” She wiggles, rubbing her pussy lips along my rigid length.
“Fucccck,” I hiss. “I want to hear the words.”
“Because, dammit,” she pants, “no one does it for me but you.”
“You’re a twisted fuck but you’re my twisted fuck. Only mine.” I growl, squeezing her plump ass cheek.
“I hear you. Your mouth is right by my ear,” she snarks.
I shove inside of her in one forceful thrust. She has no more smart ass comments. Her head falls back and she screams out. Her trigger has always been sensitive and this time is no different. She goes off like a rocket, her walls milking my cock and making me crazy. I reach between us and pinch the base so I don’t blow too. I want to last more than two seconds long.
“I’m not using a condom. It’s been three years and you were my last. You on the pill?”
She rolls her hips and I gasp. My knees give out and I tumble her backward onto the bed.
“Why would I be?” It’s a half snarl, half moan.
“Right fucking answer.” The new position allows me better leverage. I jack into her with ferocity. I wish I could go slower, draw it out longer. Next time. It’s a drumbeat. Next time. Next time. Next—
“You better pull out,” she warns.
“Think me jerking all over your creamy tits is a hardship? Thing again.”
She is tightening around me. Her thighs are viselike around my hips and her fingernails carve deep caverns into my shoulders. My blood is pounding so loud in my ears I can barely make out her words. Pull out? I’m never leaving her. I thrust against her, moving higher so I can increase the friction on her clit. She arches and rubs against me. My mind is gone. I’m pure emotion and instinct.
I claim her mouth with mine, fucking her with tongue and cock. But as we mate like wild things, I know that my ownership of her is a mirage. She owns me—head, heart, soul. It’s only in her body that I find satisfaction; in her arms I find peace.
Under me, she tenses. Back arched, neck bared, she opens her mouth and releases a wail of pleasure as her orgasm overtakes her. My cock is gripped and released and soon my own release is upon me. With anguish, I pull out and grab my wet, angry cock. I place a hand right beside her head and she turns to suck on my wrist. Stroking myself in rough jerks, I jet over the rounded curve of her stomach, between the valley of her lush tits and on her hardened nipples.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur. The sprayed come beckons me and I place my hand in the milky substance and begin to spread it around.
Her lazy eyes flicker up slowly. “Really?” she says but there’s no heat there. She’s too replete. The kitten has drunk her milk and is all sated.
“Yeah, really.” I grin at her. I’m not tired and I’m not sated either. I’ve had three years to rest up for this night.
I pull the belt from the end of the bed. “You okay with me tying you up?”
“Since when are you into that?” she ask
s, pushing up on her elbows.
I pause to admire how her pose thrusts her tits up toward my mouth. Bending over to caress one and then the other with my tongue, I say, “I’ve spent almost a thousand nights thinking of things I want to do to you. This is only the start.”
I abandon the belt so I can torment her nipples. We learned early on that she likes a rough touch around the tits. A guy in the joint told me bigger titties need a firmer touch. I give one a sharp pinch and she yelps but I’m rewarded with a moan when I repeat the action. The other nipple gets a treatment from my teeth. I play with her breasts until she’s once against restless and writhing beneath me. I slide inside her and this time there’s no resistance, only welcome.
“Again?” she gasps.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever not be hard,” I admit. “You. The separation. Did I mention you? It’s too much for my poor dick.”
She releases a breathless laugh and then we both shut up, too caught up in the sensations our bodies are generating.
Later, after she’s completely worn out, I let her rest. She curls on her side while I lie on my back. One arm is folded under my head while the other is tucked under her neck and around her shoulder. Her thigh is hitched up over my leg. We’re together just how I like it.
“Can I tie you up next?”
I open my mouth to tell her sure and then the image of being restrained sends a nonsexual shiver down my spine. “No, I don’t think so. It’d remind me too much of incarceration.”
She runs her palm over my chest. “Sorry, babe. Wasn’t thinking there.”
I shrug. I don’t want to talk about it. “What about you? Are there some hard limits I should know about?”
“No public sex,” she answers immediately. “I’ve seen what goes on in the clubhouse and I don’t want any part of that. I don’t want any of those guys to be looking at my ass or my breasts—particularly not Judge. And I’m not having sex with anyone else. That is not my thing.”
Laughter rumbles in my chest. “You got any more? Your list is pretty specific.”