The Unveiling (D'Shar Men 2)

"Every time." He liked her boldness. It was different from the other women he'd known and felt organic.

"Hmm, would it please you to know you weren't alone? While you were stroking that magnificent prick I was fingering my pussy wishing it was your mouth."

The picture she painted made him moan. She pulled the black sweater with a white heart over her head. The bra she wore beneath was a sheer black, triangular number with a pop of white in the center. Her dusky brown nipples protruded. She slipped her right arm free and flashed a coy look that made him groan.

"I figure the least I can do is put on a little show."

"You're doing a stellar job."

She smirked. "I have to live up to those fantasies you’ve dreamed up."

You already have.

"Mhmm, might be a challenge. I have a very active imagination."

She removed her opposite arm from the bra strap and held the material to her as she did a shimmy. She lifted her hands, and the bra fell down to reveal her picturesque bosom. When she tweaked her buds they both moaned. She opened the clasp in the front and tossed the material away, hooking her thumbs into her skirt and her underwear. She slid them down her thighs and long, sculpted legs. Her shaved pussy glistened in the light. Liquid seeped from the head of his penis, providing lubrication for his vigorous strokes.

"Spread your lips and let me see that pretty, pink, pussy."

Bastien removed the rest of his clothes and moved from his seat to stand at the edge of the bed.

"Let's see how well you can follow directions." He re-used the words she'd spoken to him when they began their relationship.

"Touché." Respect shone in her eyes.

"I think I like you in General mode." Her voice was a husky purr. His cock twitched in response.

"So many options I can barely decide which way I want to have you first. Move to the center of the bed and get down on all fours."

"Yes, General." She did as he asked, and he traced the curve of her back with his hand.

"Beautiful." He gave her ass as slap, rubbing the skin to soothe the sting before he joined her on the bed and cupped her mound. "You're dripping. Are you ready for me?"

"Yes."

Bastien lined himself up and rubbed against her core. Sparks shot through his body. He wanted to tease her, draw things out, but he was barely hanging on. He eased his head inside. Her tight entrance yielded and embraced him like a lover as he slid to the hilt.

"I think it's time I show you exactly whose pussy this is now." He gripped her hips, pulled out, and rammed back inside. She hissed, arched her back and pressed her ass closer.

"You like that?" He pulled out and slammed forward, again and again, in a relentless pace. She clutched the duvet and rocked back to match him.

"Yes, yes."

"Whose pussy is this now, Rivka? I want to hear you say it." He'd deferred to her up until now. It was his turn to stake his claim and stand his ground. He needed to know she was his from her own mouth. She remained silent, and he wound his fingers in her hair and tugged gently.

"Do you want me to stop? I didn't hear you respond."

"Yours, Bastien! Damn you."

He pressed her body lower to the bed, going deeper and hitting her cervix. Her walls quivered. His balls grew heavy.

"Rub your clit, Riv. I want you to come with me." Propped up on one arm, Riv circled her swollen nub.

"That's it." Her body began to shake, and he pistoned faster.

"I'm going to come!" Her back arched, her body went stock still, and she gripped him like the jaws of life as she flew over the edge, pulling him with her.

Bastien let go, spurting hot cum until he had nothing else to give and he collapsed beside her onto the bed. As they came down from their high in post-coital silence his determination to set things right between them increased. This was a huge step, but many more were needed to land them where they needed to be. He turned his head to face Rivka and smiled. She'd fallen asleep. Her face was peaceful, and she seemed smaller somehow with all her power at bay.