AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Palming her breasts from behind through her dress, I feel her hard nipples through the cloth. I continue to tease them, to play with the sexy buds when her breathing becomes more rapid, and her ass presses against my hardening cock.
Our eyes meet in the reflection of the picture window. She leans her head against the cold window as if to cool her feverish forehead. The movement forward pushes her ass even tighter against me. Under the thin fabric of the dress, I can make out her firm curves. I long to place my cock between her ass cheeks or spread her legs and enter her from behind, and even though her eyes, her body tells me she’s ready for me, I force myself to slow down.
There’s no need to rush, I tell myself, adopting the same advice I shared with her moments ago.
After all, we have all night.
Certainly, even more.
I busy myself with her sensitive nipples, reveling in the moans that spill out of her.
“Dillan…you’re killing me…please, I…”
She trails off as I draw away from her neck and cup her long blonde hair in one hand. I twist the heavy strands in my fist and—gently at first—force her to bend her head further back until she presents her flawless neck to me in the refection. Lizzie moans softly. I lower my head and brush my lips against the smooth, scented skin of her neck, barely touching it.
Her ample breasts rise and fall deeply as if anticipating the rhythm of us fucking. Her nipples push through the fabric toward the glass, irresistible to me. With my free hand, I unzip her red dress, slip off her sleeves, and pull it down around her waist.
That’s all it takes—the dress falls to the floor, and except for her black thong, thigh-high stockings secured with a garter belt, and mid-heeled sandals, Lizzie is naked.
Sweet Jesus, help me.
Our eyes meet again in the window pane. My way of fucking is hard and uncompromising. Eye contact is important so I can be sure every second that I’m not going too far, that she’s enjoying herself. Of course, I believe—like probably every man on this planet—that I have a good sense for understanding what pleases a woman, but I won’t leave anything to chance—especially not with Lizzie.
Lizzie’s brown eyes gleam. Her little pink tongue licks her upper lip. I give her a little wiggle room with the hand I’ve tightly wrapped around her blonde mane. Then I pull her to me until her bare back is against my chest. As if of her own accord, she follows my wordless instruction, leaning her head back against my shoulder and pushing her hips toward me.
I clasp her gorgeous tits from behind with both hands. They seem made for my hands, full and heavy, and nestle in my palms. I squeeze the rosy buds with my thumb and forefinger and feel her center begin to tremble and her breathing pick up. “Oh…” Feeling her, getting that reaction out of her and at the same time seeing her reflection in the window pane could drive any man insane.
Her body is curvy and strong, her long legs lean and muscular. Even now, in the grip of her pleasure—which I control—her movements exude the disciplined grace of a dancer who never loses control. Never?
We’ll see.
“Spread your legs further apart.”
When she does, I grab her waist firmly with one hand. My other slips under the waistband of her thong. She’s clean-shaven, as I hoped and expected. I gently spread her smooth labia. She feels like silk, soft against my fingertips. Lizzie’s eyes are shut, her face a portrait of focused, unwavering devotion.
She isn’t just damp, she’s wet.
Softy, I brush over her clit, once, and she wiggles her hips, shivering with pleasure.
“Told you I had it covered,” I growl.
“Oh shit. Spot-on…perfect…”
Her voice is music to my ears, and I’m determined to make her sing.
I stroke her clit, over and over, using the slowest possible speed. I rub lazy circles, until her breathing becomes ragged, until her face shows a moment of wavering. I tease her wet clit enough to keep her close to coming, but never quite able to get there.
“Dillan…please. Stop torturing me.”
“I know, baby,” I growl, continuing the sweet torture until she arches her back, and her naked tits press into the window.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her.
I want her to watch while I make her come.
I tweak her clit. Pinch her clit. Rub it, patiently and impatiently at the same time. Her mouth opens as her moans grow more and more intense. My cock has never been screaming louder, roaring to be released. I don’t alternate between slow and fast movements, I keep the circling motion she enjoys, until I feel her dripping on my hand, and her legs begin to shake.
Then I whisper five words into her ear: “Come for me, Lizzie. Now.”
