Brandon
She looked so fucking good sprawled out on the bed before me. She’d done the usual “oohs” and “ahs” of seeing my sprawling penthouse. The large panel of glass looked out on Central Park, and the high ceilings made the entire place feel more cavernous than it already was. But none of that mattered, not when she looked like a goddess before me. Her olive skin seemed to glow under the low light of the candles I’d lit. As she took in deep breaths, her gorgeous, full tits moved up and down. My cock was hard just staring at her.
She had that effect on me. I’d never needed Viagra, but I figured if one needed to get hard, staring at a naked and ready Selena would do the trick better and faster than any little blue pill ever would.
But the crowning glory of her nakedness was the key around her neck. It looked amazing there, seemed to glow brightly between the mounds of her breasts, and it was what made the blood pound fast to my dick. She was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman, and she was mine. For now, and for as long as she’d have me, I was interested. I knew it was complicated, and I knew that we’d have to hide.
I didn’t give a flying fuck.
She was my tiger, and I was going to fuck her rotten every night, all night. I’d take her wherever she wanted and buy her whatever she needed. She was both my princess to spoil and my sex kitten to pound into.
She was everything.
I licked my lips and started crawling across the bed. The moonlight streamed in from the window and made her bright hazel eyes glitter almost gold. Once I was hovering over her, I leaned low and kissed her mouth, probing her deeply with my tongue. Before, I’d been dying to take Selena in her office. I’d needed to have her then and there. But she deserved more for her second time; deserved to be worshipped like the deity she was.
That’s what I intended to do.
Closing my eyes, I took in everything about her—the softness of her skin against my cheek, almost like silk, the sweet strawberry scent of the shampoo, the panting of her breath against my ear. She was so ready for me, just as I was for her. I kissed her chin and then adjusted the angle so I could gently scrape my teeth against her jawline. Just enough to let her know I had so much in store for her. My mouth arrived at her right earlobe. I traced that with my tongue and then pulled her earlobe into my mouth, teasing it between my blunt teeth.
She moaned and bucked her hips in the air.
But I wasn’t ready yet, not by a long shot.
Moving back toward her body, I nibbled my way down her throat, then licked at her collarbone. She tasted both salty and sweet. My hands found the soft mounds of her breasts, and I kneaded them, even as I lapped at her skin. Arousal surged through me, making my cock strained to attention. As I dipped lower, my cock ground against her soft, warm belly, hints of precum dripping onto her skin there.
I removed my hand from over her left tit. Then wrapped my mouth around it, teasing and tempting her nipple with fast flicks of my tongue as I ground into her hips. I wasn’t ready to enter her quite yet; I wanted her to beg for it. Still, I wanted her to anticipate everything, be so wet she was like a goddamn slip and slide again when I entered her.
She moaned and pushed my head. “Please, more. I need more!”
I went lower. My tongue trailed over the gold chain of her necklace. Mine damn it. She was mine. For an instant that pained even me.
I lifted up my head and grinned at her. “Do you need it? How much do you need it?”
“Don’t play with me.” Her hazel eyes glittered dangerously.
“What happens if I do play with you?” I asked, trying to school my tone to be neutral, feigning the innocence we both knew I hadn’t had in decades.
“I’ll never let you come when it’s your turn,” she said.
I swallowed. “That’s quite the threat.”
She bucked her hips again, and I rolled my eyes and groaned when her slickness slid against my cock. “I mean it, Mr. Duncan. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
“This could be a dangerous liaison.”
“It definitely is,” she said, her smirk beautiful and probing.
I pushed my body up higher on my palms and elbows. Then, angling my hips, I lined up my dick with her pussy’s slick heat. “God, Tiger, do you know how good you feel? How fucking goddamn amazing?”
She nodded. “I think I have an idea ‘cause when you’re here, I feel like a superhero or something.”
I kissed her lips before I started to move my hips again. “Don’t you mean goddess?”
She blushed; the first bit of insecurity coming out tonight. “I don’t think I count for that.”
I slid deeper inside of her, feeling my balls tighten up with anticipation of coming. Then I thrust again, slowly, undulating my hips with deliberate motion. I plunged deep into her wet, hot pussy, reveling in how amazingly ready she was for me. How we always seemed to fit with each other.
Selena arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet me. She was as eager to fuck me as I was to shove deep into her. But not this time. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me feel so far; wanted her to know how much I valued her. I slowed my pace, even if I didn’t want to. It was more important that I take the time and make her feel exactly as special as she was.