to say. Her hand squirrels into my sweatpants, and she strokes me over the fabric of my boxer briefs. I stutter out a breath, the sensation so unexpected, it sucks the air right out of my lungs. “You don’t have to ...”
“I’m not here for you,” she tells me. “I missed this.” She plucks me loose from my boxers and clasps my dick in her hand. I feel like I could explode right now. But she begins to stroke, gently at first, then slightly harder. My chest constricts, the air in my lungs is inadequate. Her strokes get longer, her grasp harder, and each time she reaches the end, she glides her thumb over my tip, making me jerk because it feels so, so, so damn good.
My head falls back. I have dreamed about this temptress for weeks. I’ve missed her. I’ve needed her, I prayed she would visit me, would tend to me, but I never expected this.
When I next look down, she’s on her knees, her lips sliding up and down, taking me deeper each time. I fist my hands in her hair, scared of letting go, scared of making myself so vulnerable.
MARI
He’s at my mercy. Pinned in his chair, vulnerable and wanting me. I’ve surprised him completely because I’ve never seen his cock stand to attention so fast.
I slide my lips slowly over him, taking in his entire length slow, slow, slowly. Animal moans fall from his lips. He jerks in the chair. It empowers me each time I hear him grunt and groan.
“Ma…ri,” he hisses, grabbing my hair, pushing it away from my face as he watches me work on him.
I’m going to take him to the edge. Drive him delirious. I love that I can make him feel this like this and I take my time pleasuring him with my mouth, needing him to feel for me what I feel for him. Wanting him to want me, this man whom I have tamed and can now claim as my own. Any moment now he’s going to come in my mouth. That’s not what I want. I need him buried deep inside me, but I keep tipping him closer to that beautiful edge.
“Stop …” he bites out. “I’m going to …” He tries to move my mouth away, but my lip suction is too strong. It’s instant, the consequences my actions have. I can make him writhe and moan. He’s almost there, I can feel it. I almost don’t want to stop, but I force my lips off him, then wipe my mouth.
His breathing is fast and furious, his head lowered. I stand up slowly, wanting him to see me. Placing my finger under his chin, I lift his face then open the robe, his robe, and reveal my nakedness.
His mouth falls open. He reaches out to touch me but his touch isn’t what I need.
Not wasting any time, I straddle him, climbing onto the chair, onto him, my legs on either side of his thighs. My breasts hang in front of him, a deliberate temptation. He’s craved this for weeks and I have deprived him. He clamps his mouth over my breast and suckles me hard. The sensation shoots straight to my belly, then slides down lower, heat, and liquid snaking around between my legs. I position the tip of his cock at the mouth of my silkiness, and I hold there. He utters a sound somewhere in the back of his throat; a low and dirty sound that calls to my feral nature. I hear it in the base of my belly, feel the reverberations of his desire echo deep inside me.
A non-human mewl, wild and guttural falls from my lips as I slide myself down his thick length. This is pure bliss. I run my hands through his hair, because I can’t get enough skin to skin contact. He fills me up, consumes and overwhelms my body, top and bottom. I sheath him completely, sitting down on him at last with all of him inside me.
I want to go slow, and long, take my time because we haven’t done this for a while. I need him as much as he needs me. Energized, I move up and down slowly, savoring the feel of him as he fills me completely.
He growls, then puts his hands on my hips. We can’t wait. There is a desperation and urgency to our union. I move up and down, but his hands give me more momentum. Blood courses