Looking Inside

Now naked, he opened the bedside drawer to retrieve a condom. He glanced over his shoulder. She was checking out his ass and cock in profile with what he could only call openmouthed wonder. Her unguarded appreciation made his cock jump up in the air. He fisted himself, wincing at the sharp tug of lust she’d inspired.

“Move back on the bed, honey. Spread those beautiful legs.”

She looked a little startled, but her golden green eyes definitely glowed with arousal. He planted his feet, his cock still in his hand, and watched her as she scooted back on his bed and opened her thighs. God, she was gorgeous. That smooth, golden skin, those succulent breasts, those long, long legs . . . and oh Jesus. That pussy. He pumped his fist, stroking himself more strenuously. She watched him with wide eyes. He halted, letting his cock go.

“No more coming alone while you torture me, Eleanor.”

“Did you . . . come?” Her voice trembled. “Last night?”

“Do you honestly think a straight man could have watched you and not come?” he asked her bluntly.

She didn’t reply, and he was too abuzz from lust to decode the expression on her face at that moment. He rolled the condom onto his cock. It felt like he was going to burst through his skin, he was so hard. He scrambled onto the bed between her opened legs.

“I’m afraid this first time is going to have to be hard and fast,” he said. He glanced up at her as he took his cock into one hand. “That’s a natural consequence of teasing me mercilessly.”

Her lips parted and the color in her cheeks mounted. If he’d had his guess, he’d say she’d been turned on by him saying that. Would miracles never cease?

“Open your legs farther,” he instructed. “Good. Now reach above your head and grasp your wrists. Don’t let go.”

“Ever?” she asked incredulously.

“Not until we’re done. I’m going to own you right now, honey. Not the other way around.”

She did what he’d demanded with gratifying eagerness. The position stretched the skin tight across her rib cage and thrust her breasts forward.

“God, you’re so pretty. Open wider, Eleanor.”

Her long, slightly bent legs slid along his suede bedspread until she was practically doing the splits. He recalled vividly her flexibility from the night of her striptease. Tonight, with her spread out before him like a wanton feast, he could see every jaw-dropping detail of what had previously been denied him.

He made a rough sound in his throat and inched forward on the bed, drawn irrevocably. He reached between her thighs, feeling her wetness. Her softness. Brutal arousal sliced through him. He moved his hand in a taut circular motion, stimulating her outer sex. She cried out in excitement, but his gaze remained fixed on what he was doing. Such a pretty, pink pussy. He used his middle finger to penetrate her while he rubbed her clit with the ridge of his thumb. A groan ripped his throat. It was like pushing his finger into a squeezing channel lined with warm honey.

“Ah Jesus,” he muttered, crazed by the sensation. He might want this to be a fast, hard ride for the first time, but she was so small. He’d have to either be patient or cruel. Trey may be many things, but he wasn’t the latter.

Time to see if all that control

he was supposedly learning in his tai chi lessons actually worked.

Her hips twisted on the mattress. He glanced up at her whimper.

“You okay?” he asked, all the while massaging her outer sex with the lower part of his palm and plunging his finger deep.

“God, yes,” she whispered.

“Because you’re very small. You haven’t done this in a while?” he asked, puzzled. Concerned.

The color in her cheeks deepened. He’d embarrassed her with his bluntness.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me. It feels so good.” He could feel her flesh trembling around him. He pressed his finger deep and circled his palm. She gasped, opening her flushed, pink lips wide. He thought of plunging his tongue between them while he did the same with his cock into the tight, slippery sheath of her pussy.

“Fuck me, Trey.”

Her whisper clung in the air between them, locking his lungs. He inched forward, his cock in one hand. It wasn’t a request he was capable of resisting. He leaned down over her, supporting himself with one arm. She watched as he moved his swollen cockhead in her smooth, wet sex. He stroked the cleft between her labia, stimulating her clit. She twisted her hips, her moan sounding frantic.

“Hold still.”

She stopped thrashing, biting her lower lip while he continued to move his cockhead in her cleft.