she kisses me hungrily. She even wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, practically asking to be penetrated. I pause our kissing to insert my hand into her mouth, wordlessly urging her to suck on my fingers until they’re soaking wet. Then I bring them down, between her legs, slipping first one, then two fingers, inside of her throbbing pussy. She’s warm and wet, and unbelievably tight. I carefully rotate my fingers, watching as she wriggles in pleasure at the touch.
Her small hands grip my shoulders tightly, digging into me so tight I swear she’s going to leave marks. With two fingers inside of her, I bring my thumb to her clitoris, rubbing it gently in circles. She moans immediately, splaying her legs open wider. Wetter than ever. Wanting. Her grip on my arms tightens, distracting me momentarily. Annoyed, I shake her hands off. Four tiny semi-circles, the mark of her short-cut fingernails pressed into my flesh, adorn each of my biceps.
“Oh my god!” She looks momentarily shocked as she realizes that she’s managed to make this mark on my body. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shh, it’s fine,” I assure her, continuing to play with my hand between her legs, starting to rub her clit harder. “What did I say earlier?”
“Not a sound but—” She cuts herself off with a deep, guttural groan as I increase the pressure of my thumb on her clit. Found the sweet spot, I guess.
“That includes noises,” I pull my hand back and stop, letting it rest uselessly on her belly. She looks up, her eyes pleading. And then she takes her tiny hand and grabs my wrist, awkwardly forcing my hand back down between her thighs. She arches her back and pushes against me, her lips are mouthing the words, don’t stop. But she doesn’t make a sound. I lean down and kiss her forehead gently. “Good girl.” I slip two fingers back inside of her, more easily now than before. She’s relaxing, her body becoming supple and eager under my grip.
I pull my hand away and chuckle at her look of disappointment. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you,” I tell her with a smile. I slide my body further up hers, bracing myself against the bed as I hover over her. I let her feel the hardness of my cock against her thigh, encased in latex and ready to go. She bites her lip and looks at me, her body tense with anticipation.
Her pussy is soaking wet by this point so I expect to slide into her easily but she gives a shudder as I start to enter her. I instinctively slow myself down, even though I’m ready to explode. She really knows how to tease out the situation. I slide my dick out so only the head is inside of her and then carefully, slowly, insistently, work my way into her. She grips my forearms again, digging her fingers into me, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. Finally, I reach my limit, fully inside of her. As I start to gyrate, she gradually picks up on my rhythm, arching her back so that when I dip down into her, she’s coming up to meet me.
A thin sheen of sweat is developing on her forehead and she’s holding my arm tighter and tighter. I try to shrug off her grip, irritated at the scratching of her nails but to no avail. Then I see the leather belt I had tossed on the bed earlier out the corner of my eye. I knew that would come in handy, one way or another. I stop abruptly and pull out, checking that the condom is still in place. The smell of her juices mixed with latex takes over the room, mingling with the last hints of her floral perfume.
“Put your hands over your head. Wrists together.”
She does as I say, watching with wonder as I reach for the belt. A flicker of fear flashes across her face for a moment when she sees it and her leg twitches, as if she’s preparing to scramble away.
“I’m not an animal, Lilly,” I assure her. “I’m not going to beat you with a belt. Unless you’re into that,” I add with a grin. She opens her mouth, presumably to ask a question, but I shake my head slightly, warning her. Not a sound. With one last helpless glance at the belt, she puts her hands over her head, wrists together.
I wrap the belt snugly