Her Fantasy

She arched against him, moaning softly.

He restrained his smile, secretly loving her responses. The way she moved, writhing continuously as she listened, exposed her deep sensuality. ?I?ve thought about making you come every day since I met you.?

?Oh, Warren.?

?There is nothing I?d rather do in the whole wide world than watch your face while I make love to you, again and again.?

She shimmied up and down against him. The pressure of her body against his meant that he had to grit his teeth for a moment. He had to get a grip, otherwise he would have to ram her up against the window and have her immediately. He didn?t want to rush her like that, but it was hard not to.

Just then, a double-decker bus slowed to a halt at a stop on the opposite side of the road. Warren stared at it, glad of the distraction while he moved one hand around her waist, locking her in place against his erection. With the other hand he cupped her warm pussy through the thin barrier of her panties.

?Oh, oh,? she breathed, and it came out soft as a sigh.

?You like??

She responded by rocking backward and forward, her hips rolling as she pressed her pussy harder into the firm cup of his hand. Her fingertips were gripping on to the windowsill tightly, as if she were hanging on for dear life.

At the base of his spine, a dull thudding had kicked in. The tiny triangle of skimpy fabric had to go. Pushing his fingers under it, he swallowed hard when he felt her bare pussy under his fingers. It was shaved, and his eyes flashed shut for a moment before he opened them and forced himself to focus on the view outside.

?Can you see the people on the bus?? His mouth was against her hair as he spoke.

?Yes. There are maybe a half-dozen people in there.?

He slid one finger lower, focusing her on the view outside the window as his finger moved into her hot, slick groove. Her clit was swollen, and her entire body undulated when he ran his finger over it. ?Can they see you??

She trembled. ?Yes, I expect they can oh.?

His cock was painfully erect now. ?Imagine how intrigued they?d be, if they could see what was going on below the windowsill.? He moved his finger over her swollen clit, pleasure swelling in his chest when her body responded so keenly.

The bus roared off, moving out of their line of vision.

?Warren, please,? she begged. Turning suddenly, she faced him. With one hand, she outlined his cock through his jeans while she kissed him. Her mouth was open and hungry, and he thrust his tongue into its welcoming heat, his hands roving her outline.

?You?re driving me crazy,? she said as she pulled back a moment later. Her chin lifted, head falling back as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Everything about her suggested urgency, and that wiped out any ability he had to hold back any longer. ?That, my dear, is entirely mutual.?

He turned her around and walked her away from the window. In the shadows by the sofa he lifted her dress and pulled it over her head and off. For a moment, her hands covered her bared breasts, then he shook his head and she let them drop to her sides.

?You?re beautiful.? He stood between her and the window, shielding her, staring at her breasts as he cupped and lifted them in his hands, marveling at the soft weight of them, the deliciously hard nipples. ?So sexy.?

?Too much for one man?? Her chin lifted in an almost defiant gesture.

She really did like that idea. He smiled and wrapped his hand around her shoulder, thumb resting possessively in the dip of her collarbone. ?Who?s being direct now, hmm??

She chuckled, and it was adorably naughty. That playful streak was something he?d seen and wanted to explore. Maybe it would help keep their relationship light, as her friends had advised. He?d shared a girlfriend before, and it had been extremely hot. But that wasn?t Anya, and Anya was special. He wanted her to be his, but to watch her as an observer as well would be fascinating, knowing that she was his woman.

Was she his?

His balls tightened and he grasped her by the shoulders as he rolled her back over the arm of the sofa and onto its length, holding her as she dropped. Laughter escaped her open mouth as her heels lifted into the air.

?I can?t wait another moment.? Wrestling the G-string off of her, he ran his hands the length of her legs as he removed the slender stretch of fabric. With her heels in the air and her upper body and hair thrown back across the length of the sofa, she looked so elegantly wasted he wished he had a camera.

Dropping down to his knees, he hung her legs over his shoulders and kissed the mound of her pussy before sinking his tongue down into the slick honey of her slit. Every atom of his body was ready to be there, to plunge his cock into her willing warmth. Groping in his pocket he pulled out a condom packet, his tongue still moving on her clit, circling it and teasing it.

Suddenly and without warning her hands moved to the top of his head and her body rippled. He sank his tongue into her entrance as she came, the heady taste of her turning him desperate.

?I have to be inside you.? He tore the wrapper, rolling the condom on quickly. Her head rolled against the cushions, her breasts peaking as she fingered her nipples. He watched the way she did that, tugging on the tight nubs almost roughly. When she noticed him watching she covered her face with her arm, moaning softly as her peak faded away.