“Raving hot bitch?” I repeat, feigning shock.
He nods again. “I think she needs to be punished for her misdemeanours.”
“Mmm, maybe she does,” I reply. “I need a cup of tea first.”
“Good idea.” He jumps up, flicks my side lamp on and strolls to the kitchen completely naked, obviously to make my tea. That was unexpectedly easy. Maybe this won’t be so hard after all, he is being very agreeable. Ten minutes later he arrives back in the bedroom with two cups of tea, still gloriously naked. I sit up against my high–backed plush–studded bedhead.
“Why are you dressed?” he raises his eyebrow at me.
“Because I’m cold,” I answer.
He bends and lifts my shirt off over my head. “No clothes tonight,” he smiles.
“Because you only have me for one night?” I test the waters.
“Exactly,” he answers. “So tonight you, my dear beautiful Natasha, will do everything I ask and take your punishment like a good girl. Naked.” He sits beside me with his back resting against the bedhead and takes a sip of his tea.
No way, no way in hell am I letting him dominate tonight’s activities. Time for action. He wants an assertive woman in bed, well he is damn well is going to get one. I put my tea down on my nightstand and turn to straddle his lap.
“That’s more like it,” he whispers as I start to run my mouth up and down his neck. I stand up onto my knees and circle my hips as I swipe my tongue through his open mouth. His hands fall to my breasts and I kiss him deeply again. With hooded eyes he looks up at me. I lower myself and rub my wet centre along the length of his shaft and he exhales in a long slow breath. I rise onto my knees again and his hands drop to my hips. I circle them slowly as I push my breasts into his face. He groans as he tries to kiss me but I duck away and bite his neck instead. His hands tighten their grip as his cock doubles in size. Oh god, I’m playing with weapons of mass destruction here, do I really know what I am doing? Once again I start to rub myself on his hard length that I can now see every vein on. The head large and pulsing. With one sharp movement he cracks his neck hard. He leans his head back against the board, his dark eyes filled with want. I bend and take his nipple into my mouth and gently bite it. As I pull back, he hisses and closes his eyes. So he likes a little pain with his pleasure—hmm interesting.
I circle my hips again. “Can you feel me, baby? Feel my need for your cock.” He breathes in on a sharp intake, aahh, he likes dirty talk. I grab his hand and lift it to my mouth and suck his two middle digits. He stays silent, watching the private show made just for him. I simulate a head job on his fingers diving them in and out of my mouth, closing my eyes and moaning for effect. I once again slide my now dripping sex along his pulsing cock. “It’s going to feel so good baby,” I whisper into his ear. He closes his eyes and I know I’m getting to him as his breathing has become laboured. I rub my hands down from my neck over my two breasts and down to my sex while I rotate my hips.
“Do you see something you like Joshua?” I whisper. I bend in and he opens his mouth for a kiss but I pull away. I slowly lower my fingers and gently swipe them through my throbbing sex.
“I can feel my pulse here Josh, it’s screaming for you.” He grabs me by the hair and drags me in for a kiss, one I can’t refuse. This is hot. Who knew acting slutty could be so fun?
“Do I have something you want, baby?” I whisper. I gently start to finger myself as I stand on my knees above him. His mouth drops open and he swallows. His eyes fixated on my sex, he’s losing it.
“Almost there baby—what do you want?’ I whisper as I withdraw my fingers and put them in my mouth, eeww what the hell am I doing? He nods, unable to speak and shocked to his core I think, he’s never seen me like this. Actually nobody has, including myself. I go in for another passionate kiss and it gives me goose bumps. He’s not the only one who is losing it—I could come just by doing this. “Joshua you have something I want,” I whisper. As I kiss my way down his chest, he grabs my hair again. “If you give me what I want baby, I’ll make you very happy,” I whisper into his stomach. I bend and put his cock into my mouth and moan as I suck it as hard as I can on the upstroke and he hisses.
“What do you want, precious girl?” He tenderly cups my face in his hand. “What do you want?” he groans as I once again take him in my mouth hard. I run my hands down his face and across his chest and look into his eyes. I slowly sink onto his waiting erection and we both groan in pleasure. He grabs my hips to still me, obviously closer than I thought.
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“I want monogamy.”
He frowns. “What?”
“While you’re in this country, I don’t want you with anyone else.”
“Natasha, that’s ridiculous,” he spits.
“No Joshua, if you want private access to me, I demand equality. Agree to it and then I want you to pump my tight cunt so full of come that I’ll overflow.”
He grabs me by the hair. “Natasha, stop talking or I’m going to come.”
I give him a wicked smile. “Does my man like dirty talk, does he?” He stills my hips again and nods. He’s trying his hardest not to come. I’ve found his weakness. “Say the words, Josh, and I’m yours.” He closes his eyes as he tries to block me out. “Do you want to blow in my mouth baby? I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Fuck. Natasha. Stop talking,” he grabs my hips and grinds me forward and we both groan. “Say the words, Josh. Do you want this body to yourself or not?” He closes his eyes as if pained and nods. “Say it out loud,” I shout as my orgasm comes dangerously close. He lifts me up and slams me back down on him.
“Yes monogamy. I’ll give you monogamy,” he screams.
“For the whole nine weeks,” I scream as he pounds into me.
“Yes,” he yells and, that’s it, he loses control. He grabs me by the shoulders and throws me on the bed and starts to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. Fast and furious. And I love it. Never has he taken me like this, so wild with untamed passion. In just a few short moments he roars as he comes and in turn that sets off my own mind–blowing orgasm. We lie scrambling for air, panting. We are both covered in sweat.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he pants.