Under His Watchful Eye

I am a terrible cook, always have been. Which is why I opt to heat up some chicken and Cajun rice in my freezer, put in in plates, place them on a tray, and take them upstairs to her. I get there to find her sitting on the bed looking like she just woke up. She looks up at me and her eyes go wide with surprise.

“Is that for me?”

I shake my head and watch her blush. Anna is beautiful, but she underrated it to the point of disbelieving any man can cook for her.”It is for us.”

I place the food between us and give her a plate. We sit there eating in relative silence before she breaks it.

“What time is it?” She asks just as her eyes find the wall clock in my bedroom. Oh no is the only thing she says before trying to scramble out of bed. I reach out a hand and draw her to my lap remembering how well she fit on my lap while we discussed her virginity like I wasn’t I hard enough to break wood.

“Relax. It is only me who monitors the video cameras and the check in times.”

Her head is shaking before I am even finished, “It isn’t about that. I missed half a day of work yesterday. I can’t lose another.”

She must make sense, but to me, she is making none because her neck look so tempting and I can see the pretty pink of her panties underneath my t-shirt. She takes one look at me and I can see the moment it dawns on her that I am hardening right beneath her.

“I promise to overwork you later.”

She gives me a half shy smile shaking her head then kisses me so gently I almost break at the tenderness of the action. I allow it for a while pleasantly surprised that she is kissing me before I take over and deepen the kiss cupping her jaw to hold her steady. She tastes like the spicy chicken she just ate and I decide it tastes even better on her tongue.

This time, it is her who pushes me back onto the bed and trails kisses all over. It is her who pushes my pants down to wrap a delicate hand around my cock and gives it a squeeze that has me breathing odd. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs slipping it into her panties. I don’t need to be told to touch, but when I do press a finger to her clit, she swipes a thumb over the top of my cock making me buck off the bed. When I rub her little clit, she gives me yet another swipe. This time, I experiment by pressing my middle finger inside her and that earns me a fisted stroke from the base to the tip of my cock.

Fuck me but I am loving this teasing side of her.

I keep thrusting my finger adding another and she keeps stroking me over and over. I buck up to thrust between her gifted delicate fingers just in time with the thrust of my fingers before I realize what I am doing. I am imagining fucking her with my cock just like I am with my fingers and her fisted fingers.

This connection we have between us doesn’t come easy.

I know it better than she does.

When she finally pushes my hand away to press herself on me, I sigh with both pleasure and contentment. When Anna starts moving on me with sharp and inexperienced movements, I close my eyes because this feels like home. She feels like home.

How can I ever let her go when she has grown on me in such a short time?

Her hands slap against my chest in frustration looking like she wants more but she doesn’t know what it is exactly. I hold her waist to keep her on me so that I can sit up and I am rewarded with a ripple of her pussy. Holding her waist, I push her back till she is dangling supported by only my arm and start to fuck her.

My hips move like I have no control over them as I drive my cock into her body over and over again. Her fingers clutch against my forearms and she holds on for dear life as I move in and out of her. She is so tight and so wet that I never want to stop.

The thing with Anna is that I am not rushing towards a climax. I want to make this last instead. I want to imprint myself in her so deep that it is almost like a compulsion.

Her eyes slide shut and I feel bereft so I press myself deep inside her till I feel that tight ring at the end of her pussycat and hold myself there feeling scalded by the heat that is her. She draws in a quick breath and looks at me.