The Private Serials Box Set(94)
Her black, luscious hair was falling down her back, her knees were spread, and her hands rested on her thighs. She was wearing what looked like a short lace dress. It obviously wasn’t made to wear in public and was more of the bedroom variety of dress, but it was absolutely sexy. The lace did nothing to hide the brownish-pink color of her nipples, nor the fact that they were hard and straining through the lace itself.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled, still standing in the doorway.
“That’s the idea,” she responded, her voice deep and sultry. She lifted one hand and crooked a finger at me, and I’ll be damned if my feet didn’t move of their own accord. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried—which I didn’t. When I made it to the foot of the bed, she lifted to her knees and her hands slid up my body, starting at my waist and trailing all the way up to my shoulders. Once she had a firm grasp on me there, she pulled me in closer to her. I watched as her mouth came to press a kiss right in the center of my chest, moving to one side, licking my nipple, then moved to the other side and repeated the attention on the other. Her lips moved up my chest and headed for my neck, leaving a trail of kisses. When she met the skin just below my neck she sucked and my knees nearly gave out.
“Lena, please, we need to talk.” I groaned at my own words. Her hands moved down my sides then gripped the towel, pulling it from me, leaving me bare.
“We can talk, but we can only say dirty words.”
I tried to keep my laugh in, but she was too goddamned cute. Lena was sexy all of the time, so watching her trying to be sexy was hilarious. “You don’t know any good dirty words,” I teased. If she was offended, I couldn’t tell. She continued her assault against the skin on my neck, her words coming out between kisses, licks, and bites.
“Dick,” she whispered.
“Sweetheart, dick is a nicer way of saying cock. Cock is the dirty word you’re looking for.” My hands came to her waist. I loved the way the lace looked on her, but I didn’t like the way it felt on my hands. I wanted her skin.
“Fuck,” she whispered again, sounding more determined. I could admit, hearing the word come from her, raspy and vibrating against my skin, was definitely sexy.
“Closer.” I surprised her by climbing onto the bed. It made me taller than her again so her lips were forced from my neck. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me, I wound the other hand in her hair and pulled back so her eyes found mine. “Try again.”
“I want to feel your cock in my *.” Her eyes never left mine as she bravely said words I’d never heard her utter before, but her breath faltered; she was obviously affected on a base level.
“Oh yeah? What else?” My pulse raced, wanting to do everything she suggested and more. I pulled her hair a little harder, but then moved forward, forcing her to lie on the bed. I grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head.
“I want to feel your hard cock pound into me from behind, and I want to feel your hand pulling my hair, all while you tell me what it feels like to be inside me.”
Well, holy f*ck.
“Is that so?” Apparently, if Lena got a little drunk, her inner minx came out.
She nodded, her eyes glassy, a sexy grin gracing her lips.
“I’m pretty sure I can manage all that.” My cock was begging to give her exactly what she wanted and I’d given up trying to deny her when she started whispering dirty words in my ear. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her lacy dress, pulling it up and over her body while she wiggled, giggling. As the black lace passed her magnificent breasts I stopped to take one into my mouth, never willing to pass up an opportunity to admire their perfection. She had the kind of breasts my dick wanted to live between.
She groaned quietly as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hungrily, her lip trapped between her teeth. I moved away and continued to pull off the lacy garment, then took a moment to let my eyes take in all her beauty as she lay naked in my bed, her black hair fanned out around her, creamy skin just barely pink with arousal. When she reached between us, grasping my cock and stroking me up and down, I knew she was done waiting.
Her hand moved over me like silk and every muscle in my body tensed at the sensation. Nothing felt as fantastic as having Lena’s hands on me. I placed my fingers just at the edge of her entrance, and all my breath left me at the wetness there.
“Jesus, Lena. You’re soaked.” She groaned, more loudly this time, as I slid two fingers into her, loving the way her body accepted me, the way it seemed to be waiting for me. I moved my fingers in and out of her at a bruising pace, neither one of us looking for slow or smooth. She wanted it rough and I intended to give her everything she wanted. Always. Her hips bucked up into my hand as she cried out. Apparently, slightly drunk Lena was also louder. Hearing her cries only made my cock jump and throb harder. I leaned down and grabbed her breast with my free hand, squeezing roughly, and then my mouth covered her hard, tight peak.
With every thrust of my fingers, I not only heard her arousal climbing, but I could feel her warm slickness. She was nearly to her peak. Still with two fingers plunging in and out, I used my thumb to circle her clit and watched as she exploded like a firecracker. Hips bucked, mouth opened, eyes closed, and I watched as she lost herself in the sexual euphoria I got so much pleasure out of giving her. Watching her fall apart at my hand was one of the most singularly arousing things to witness.