Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [34]
“Ah yeah, baby, bring me those pretty breasts.”
Still moving on him in hot little circles that rubbed her clit just the right way, she bent to lower one nipple into Braden’s waiting mouth. “Oh . . .” she purred when he sucked hard, the pleasure seeming to multiply the gathering pressure in her pussy. “Oh, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
He suckled so intensely it almost hurt, but more than that, it increased her pleasure, driving her toward climax. She moved on him more roughly, too, clenched her teeth, felt the heat building, building. She shut her eyes and remembered the way he’d watched her, the shocking things she’d done to thrill them both, and that he was here now, truly here now, his huge cock thrusting up into her hungry, hungry body—and then she toppled, into the sweetest, most lingering orgasm she’d had in a long while. Her body convulsed at the start, then she found the waves and rode them out, letting them carry her until at last she collapsed, exhausted, back to his chest.
“Mmm, how was that?” he asked, his voice beaming with typical male pride.
She still couldn’t believe she was pressed up against him, flesh to bare, perfect, hard flesh. “Amazing,” she breathed, still limp and trying to recover.
And as she came back to herself, she realized how much she wanted to take him where she’d just been. He’d seen her climax over and over, yet she’d never seem him in ecstasy, and it seemed high time to change that. “I want to make you come now,” she told him, her voice raspy. She began to move on him again, just a little.
“That won’t be difficult,” he said on a low laugh.
“What can I do?” she asked breathily, sitting up to peer down on his gorgeous face. “How can I make you come?”
“Tell me you want it,” he said, staring up at her. “Talk to me the way you did before, over the webcam. Talk dirty.”
Laura bit her lip. Right about now was when she generally went sullen and morose on him. After her orgasm. But—joyfully—having Braden here with her, inside her, changed everything. She’d never talked dirty in her life to a guy before Braden, and doing it in an essentially empty room hadn’t felt quite as real as this did, but it still came shockingly easy. Proof, she supposed, of just how hot he got her.
“I want you to come in me, baby,” she cooed, running her hands up his flat stomach onto his chest. “I want you to come so hard, want you to come deep in my pussy.” She rocked on him then, more emphatically than before since this was about his pleasure, not hers. She felt the jiggle of her breasts and watched his eyes drop there and knew the plain, simple delight of being a boundless, brazen woman with no worries over what anyone thought of her. “I want you to fuck me, baby, fuck me with that big, hard cock until you can’t hold back another second, and then I want you to come in me—so fucking hard.”
“Ah, fuck, I am, honey—I am.” His voice sounded strained as his hands pressed down on her hips, his erection thrusting hotly up inside her. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming, and she screamed, not with pain, but with the impossible fullness he delivered. One, two, three wild drives that each lifted them from the bed with brute force as he groaned deeply. She watched his teeth clench, his eyes fall shut, his face wrench in an agony she knew was actually joy, and she loved having made him feel something so brutal and severe.
Once again, she bent to rest against his chest, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. She thought they’d stay silent, thought maybe he’d drift off to sleep as guys so often did after sex, and she decided she wouldn’t mind if that happened without him even pulling out of her since something about it struck her as bizarrely erotic. But instead he whispered in her ear. “Do you have any idea how breathtaking you are?”
The words sifted down through her like sweet powdered sugar, the supreme compliment, and it meant so much more now that their sex was real. “I know you make me do things I’ve never done before.” For the first time, she