Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [54]
She nodded, breath still ragged, eyes glazed with passion. “But mostly . . . I want you. You to see me. You to watch me.” Her undulations were changing, becoming more pronounced—her breath grew still more audible.
“Well, I’m watching, baby. I’m watching you fuck me slow and sweet. I’m looking at your beautiful body, the way it moves against me. Come for me, honey. Come for me. Come for me.”
She drew in her breath, deep, seeming to hold it—and then the climax broke over her with a high sob as she pushed her cunt harder against him, thrusting, thrusting, crying out, and in that moment, Braden thought she was the most extraordinary woman he’d ever known.
She clung to him when it ended and he hugged her tighter, closer. Then whispered. “I love watching you get off.”
She lifted a small, sensual tongue kiss to his mouth. “Just like when we first met, your eyes alone are enough to make me come.”
“Was it good?”
Her gaze lit up. “Beyond magnificent.”
He spoke lower. “Want more?”
She nodded eagerly, so Braden finally lowered her to the floor but quickly shifted her to face the window. Now it was he who imagined the eyes out there somewhere watching them, getting to see her beautiful body full frontal—her perfect round tits and smooth pussy. He imagined the voyeur’s colossal jealousy—because they could look, but he got to have. All of her.
He pressed her palms flat to the cool window, same as he had in the shower.
He slid his damp cock through the crack of her ass, teasing her beneath the robe still draping her shoulders and back, loving the way she arched toward him, offering herself.
It was an offer he couldn’t resist, so he plunged back inside her without delay. “Oh!” she cried, and he loved even that now, the mere power to make her cry out, make her feel so much.
He bent to breathe in her ear. “Do you love my big cock in your tight little pussy, honey?”
She moaned as he drove deeper. “Oh yes, baby. Yes!”
Dragging his hands over her plump breasts, he settled them on her hips and proceeded to fuck her in earnest, hard and fast, pleased to hear her moan at every thrust.
Moving in her, he let his gaze travel out the window, not thinking of the eyes anymore, but of the stars, of the sensation of the two of them almost being outside. He wanted to fuck her there. He wanted them to be part of nature together, just enjoying each other beneath the sun or the moon or the falling snow.
Next his hand dipped to that sweet, nude mound. He thought he could spend hours just touching it, stroking his fingers over the bare skin, and of course, the pink folds resting between. Her cries increased as he let his middle finger linger over her swollen clit. Swollen even after she’d just come for him. He was going to make her come again.
He stroked her slit with each drive of his cock, moving his fingertips in rhythmic circles over that hot little nub protruding so prominently. “You’re so open for me,” he breathed over her.
“I love . . . when you touch me.” Her voice was but an echo of its usual self.
“You’re going to come for me again, lover,” he promised her. “Your sweet pussy is going to feel like it’s exploding in my hand.”
She responded with only a thready moan, but he kept caressing her as he moved inside her, plunging deep, making her take every inch, listening to her cries of pleasure as his tempo increased. “Gonna come hard,” he said through clenched teeth, not even sure if he was talking about her or himself now.
“Oooh yes, oooh yes,” she cooed, swiveling against both his cock and his hand.
“Come, baby. Come.” And then, to help her along, he lifted his free hand from her hip and brushed his thumb across the tiny fissure of her ass.
“Oh!” she burst out, hands still braced on the glass.
He stroked her there again, gently, making her jolt.
“Come for me now,” he said, his voice more commanding as he raked his thumb deeper over her anal opening—and then she erupted with deep, jagged cries, her whole body trembling with the force of the climax.
“Oh! Oh baby, oh baby! Oh . . .” Her hot moans trailed off only