Quickly I strip off my sticky shirt, jeans, and underwear, freeing my erection. “You’d rather I do this?” I ask, her eyes blazing at mine in the mirror. “Oh yes, please,” she says, a desperate, needy edge to her voice. I wrap my arms around her, my front against her back, my cock resting in the cleft of her fine, fine ass. I take her hands in mine once more, guiding them over her clitoris, one at a time, again and again, pressing, stroking, and arousing her. She whimpers as I suck and nip at her nape. Her legs begin to tremble. Abruptly I spin her around so she’s facing me. I grasp her wrists in one of my hands, holding them behind her back, while I tug on her ponytail with the other, bringing her lips up to mine. I kiss her, consuming her mouth, reveling in the taste of her: orange juice and sweet, sweet Ana. Her breathing is harsh, like mine. “When did you start your period, Anastasia?” I want to fuck you without a condom. “Yesterday,” she breathes. “Good.” I step back and spin her around. “Hold on to the sink,” I command. Grasping her hips, I lift her and pull her backward so she’s bent over. My hand glides down her ass to the blue string, and I tug out the tampon, which I toss in the toilet. She gasps, shocked, I think, but I grab my cock and slide into her quickly. My breath whistles between my teeth. Fuck. She feels good. So good. Skin against skin. I edge back, then sink into her once more, slowly, feeling every precious, slick inch of her. She groans and pushes against me. Oh yes, Ana. She tightens her grip on the marble as I pick up speed, and I grasp her hips, building…building, then hammering into her. Claiming her. Possessing her. Don’t be jealous, Ana. I want only you. You. You. My fingers find her clitoris and I tease her, caress her, and stimulate her so that her legs begin to tremble once more. “That’s right, baby,” I murmur, my voice hoarse as I pound into her with a punishing I-own-you rhythm. Don’t argue with me. Don’t fight with me. Her legs stiffen as I grind into her and her body starts to quiver. Suddenly she cries out as her orgasm seizes her, taking me with her. “Oh, Ana,” I breathe as I let go, the world blurring, and I come inside her. Fuck. “Oh, baby, will I ever get enough of you?” I whisper as I sink onto her. Slowly I descend to the floor, bringing her with me and wrapping my arms around her. She sits, her head against my shoulder, still panting. Sweet Lord. Was it ever like this?
Published on Jun 2, 2016