Wanting Winter(45)

I moan out to the room.

I desperately want him to come to me.

I want him to touch me—to use his fingers instead of my own.

I hear him groan. I open my eyes and to see his are on my covered pussy. I pull my fingers out and walk slowly towards him. “Open your mouth.” He does. I slip my fingers inside. “Suck.” His mouth closes around my fingers, sucking my juices—tasting me.

I pull them slowly out and step back, tugging down my wet panties and kicking them to the side. I kneel down and then sit, leaning back on one hand and spreading my legs so he can see how wet I am.

I watch his eyes move all over me.

When they meet mine, I see how hooded they are and how much he is trying not to touch me. I start to finger myself again, spreading my legs as wide as I can go.

“Fuck,” he roars. I love how husky his voice has gotten. I start to play with my clit, pinching, rubbing harder. My legs shake. I am going to come soon, I can tell by the ache building in my stomach.

“Touch yourself,” I hardly get out. I watch him and it’s like he is in a daze while he is watching me. “Touch yourself, now,” I command, and he does. He pulls his jeans and boxers off as fast as is humanly possible. I watch him grasp his cock. His head rolls back. “Watch me, keep watching me,” I pant out.

The power alone is getting me off. I love this kind of control.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out.

I smile at him. I rub my clit harder. I feel my orgasm go through me. My fingers are soaked with my come. He is still stroking himself, and seeing his hand glide up and down on his cock makes me turned on all over again. I crawl to him, never letting his eyes leave mine. I kneel between his legs and move his hand away, replacing it with mine. I start to lick the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck. Holy shit, Winter.” His hand goes to my head, fisting my hair.

I take as much as I can of him in my mouth. I taste the pre-cum. I suck harder. I feel his cock muscle pulse. I am not going to let him come unless he is inside me. I stop, and he groans with the loss.

“Winter, please.” I lick the head of his cock; he moans with such pleasure. I stop. He groans again.

“I want you inside me, now.” I sit back on the floor and move back, opening my legs for him. “If you don’t oblige, I am sure I can find someone who will,” I tease.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Don’t you want to come too Joshua?” I pant out his name. “Don’t you want to feel your big, hard cock inside my tight, wet cunt?” I say slowly. He groans but doesn’t move. I crawl back towards him licking his cock again before I stand up straddling him, his cock near my entrance.

I can feel the warmth of him.

“Fuck,” he moans into my neck. I smile.

“Don’t you want to fuck me hard Joshua?” I breathe into his ear. “Feel how tight I am? Feel me come around your dick? Don’t you deserve this, all that waiting and dreaming?” I lick along his jaw. “Come inside me; let me feel you.” I start to rub my wetness all over him. I feel him losing control. His eyes are shut tight. His knuckles have gone completely white. “Look at me.” He does. I see how much he wants me, how much he is dying for this to happen. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me scream out your name. FUCK ME.”

And that’s all it takes.

He grabs me by the waist and flips me on the bed. He quickly grabs a condom from his pants pocket putting it on Without giving me a two-second thought, he rams inside me. I scream out in such pleasure. I dig my nails into his back as he pumps into me like a fucking animal. I dig my nails in harder, causing him to moan. I know it is turning him on.

“FUCK,” he shouts out. I bet everyone can hear us, but I don’t care. I arch my back to him, matching his pace and I feel him go in deeper.

I moan into his shoulder. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I beg.

He does; he goes as fast he can. I feel the ache build up—I am close, so close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” We both curse out in release. I feel his cock filling up the condom and he slumps on me, his face turned into my neck.





Sixteen





Winter





“Why have we not done that sooner? That was fucking amazing. You are such a dirty girl, Winter. That was so much better than I ever thought possible.” He gets off me and lies on his back, smiling at the ceiling.

“Because I was the Ice Queen, and you are the stupid jock,” I joke.

“I am an idiot. We could have been doing that the whole fucking time. I should have been nicer to you from the very beginning. The whole hate thing we had was hot, but that… you touching yourself, you watching me touch myself…. I think I went to fucking heaven.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I giggle.

I lie on my side and start to stroke his arm, watching him look so sated.

“That’s the other thing I enjoyed,” he says after a moment.

I look at him confused. “What?”

“You telling me what to do—telling me to watch you, to fuck you, telling me how good you would feel. What guy could resist that? If that’s you having control, you can control me anytime you want.”

“Well, I will have to make sure I dominate you in the bedroom then. I am your sex Goddess and you will do what I say. If I say, touch yourself, you do. If I say, lick my pussy, you do.” My breathing starts coming out in pants. God, I am turned on by just saying this. I see his chest rising faster and faster: he is turned on by hearing this too. “If I say, fuck my wet, aching pussy, you do. Can you handle that?” I feel myself getting wet all over again.