And the loss of that control was coming.
She could feel it in the way his fingers were kneading her scalp, pulling at her hair. Each swirl of her tongue around the head of his c**k had it throbbing harder, seeming to thicken further in her mouth. And each reaction had her feeling the flames burning higher in her own body.
Her juices eased past the swollen folds of her sex, heating and dampening her clit as she tightened her thighs, desperate now for enough friction against the bundle of nerves to spark the release she was aching for.
The need clenched her vagina, the sensations, the building hunger for touch there, for the burning stretch of his penetration, accelerating her need until she was moaning with each shallow thrust of his c**k past her lips.
With one hand wrapped around the thick flesh, the other moved between her thighs, stroked across the swollen, wet folds and found the aching bud throbbing between them.
“Enough.”
Before she could stop him Lawe pulled back, forcing her to release his c**k as he drew her up, his lips covering hers again.
The kiss wild, his tongue pumping into her mouth before pulling back, his lips slanting over hers as he kissed her with hungry insistence. His hand tightened on her hips, then slid around, down, gripped her bu**ocks and lifted her to him.
Diane gripped his shoulders with desperate fingers as she tried to lift herself closer, going to her tiptoes, the need to have him inside her burning through her nerve endings. Every cell in her body ached for his touch, to feel his hands stroking over her flesh, his body stroking against her, his c**k stroking inside her. The feel of the silken hairs that covered his body rubbing against her. She ached for the strength of his arms around her.
She ached for him. “God, Diane,” he whispered as his lips moved over her shoulder, his teeth raking with sensual intent before he took another heated nip.
Sensation ripped at her nerve endings, pleasure burgeoning inside her belly as she arched against him. Bending her knee she drew it up his thigh as she stood on tiptoe. The slickened folds of her pu**y rubbed against the base of his cock, parted and exposed the swollen bud of her clit to the hot shaft.
“Your pu**y’s so f**king hot. So wet and slick.” He groaned, the explicit words sizzling across her nerve endings as she felt him bend just enough that the head of his c**k raked over her clit.
A shudder zapped along her spine. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulder as his lips were suddenly on hers again, his tongue against hers. Before she could capture his kiss, capture the tormenting stroke past her lips, Lawe pulled back. His tongue stroked down her neck laying a path of sizzling pleasure to her shoulder once again.
A nip at the curve, his teeth raking over her skin had a cry escaping her lips.
“Come here. I can’t wait, Di. Ah hell. Come here, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me, Diane,” he growled as he shifted, moved until he was settling into the chair once again.
Gripping her thigh with one hand he lifted it, pulling it over his thigh as Diane straddled him, the other gripping the base of his dick as his hips shifted and he pulled her to him.
“Take me.” He groaned as she straddled his hips, lowering herself and feeling the wide, blunt head of his c**k as it parted the swollen folds of her pu**y and began to press inside her.
A shiver raced up her spine.
“Too slow.” She moaned. She wanted more, she wanted all of him, and she wanted it now.
His hands tightened on her hips as he pushed upward, penetrating enough, stretching her far enough that her head tipped back, a desperate cry falling from her lips.
Lawe took swift advantage of the arching of her body. Leaning forward just enough to swipe his roughened tongue over the tip of her breast, licking and laving it as she twisted against him, forcing him deeper inside her.
His hands stroked from her hips to her back, pulling her closer, his lips surrounding her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and surrounding it with tight, fiery suction. As his tongue lashed at the tender, over-sensitized tip, his hips surged upward, burying himself to the hilt inside her as she cried out at the pleasure flaming through her.
His hands clenched at her rear as he began to move her, his hands lifting her then pulling her down, his hips surging upward, impaling her hard and deep as talons of sharp sensation blazed across her senses.
His c**k stretched her, throbbed inside her, pushing her closer to that abyss of pure ecstasy that she could feel beginning to build around her.
Another harsh, deep-throated growl sounded from his throat as she felt her pu**y tightening on the heavy flesh invading it, desperate to hold him inside her, to feel the throbbing caress deeper inside her.
Heat built around her, built inside her.
Rising and lifting herself, his hands gripping her ass, moving in rhythm with him, Diane felt the hunger building. The pinching stretch of his c**k moving inside her pushed the need deeper, hotter. With each thrust through tissue sensitized by his touch, by the heat, by the arousal that seemed to climb further inside her with each thrust, Lawe marked her, took her with a hunger she knew she couldn’t live without now.
She was close, so very close, when he moved. Lifting her from him despite her sudden cry of protest, he turned her, pushed her to her knees in the chair and then moved behind her.
Between one breath and the next he had her where she had hungered to be. Covering her, his c**k pushing inside her as he came over her, his lips taking stinging kisses of her neck as he began to f**k her with driving strokes.
The slap of damp flesh, the feel of him moving inside her, stretching her, thrusting powerfully into the tightening grip of her pu**y, had her nails digging into the upholstery of the chair as she cried out in rising bliss.