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“Mmm,” I straddled him. My hands slid against the soft stubble on his jaw, to the undersides of his hair above his collar. I locked my legs behind him to press the front of my body against his. He pulled me further onto his lap and grabbed my ass. I shuddered at the feel of his hard muscles through the fabric of his shirt, and the strong one between his legs that was thickening. My breasts swelled, and I could feel my clit ache. I rocked my hips for friction and moaned into his mouth. I could never get enough of his taste or the feel of his body on mine. As it was with Paul, he was taking over. His lips moved down my neck, his hands traveled down my breasts and between my legs. He pushed two fingers in and rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“You’re so hot. Is this cream my dessert?” He pumped his fingers inside me and had me burning up. I could feel my arousal climbing. But this time wasn’t for me; I wanted it to be for him. I lifted my hips and climbed off his lap.
“What are you up to, sexy?” He sucked his fingers, and I shivered. He could see I was already turned on and would have gladly let him do whatever he wanted, but I went down on my knees between the gap in his legs. “Pleasuring you.”
“Oh, fuck.” He opened his trousers and removed his cock. I took it in my hands and stroked it.
“Mmm, that feels good. Rub it against your lips, and stroke it with your breasts.”
He groaned as I rubbed my lips over his shaft, then I cupped my breasts and positioned his cock between them. Paul moved his hips as I used my breasts to stroke it. “Damn, keep it there and suck on it. Watch yourself sucking on me.”
My eyes shifted toward the mirror and watched myself, naked on the floor between his gapped thighs. My eyes were glazed with want, my skin flushed, and my breasts were swollen. Paul was just as lost in desire, his thick, swollen dick in my small hands. I gripped the base and ran my tongue up and down his shaft, fluttering over the spongy head that was already wet with pre-cum. I tasted him and moaned before sucking him into my mouth.
“Mmm, Nadia. Fuck, that’s good. Suck harder.” He grabbed the scarf and eased himself deeper, feeding his cock to the back of my throat. I swallowed hard and gagged as he moaned and freed my head. I gasped to refill my lungs and drew on him harder.
“Bathe my balls. Run your tongue over them.”
With a pop, I released his cock from my mouth and cupped his balls, caressing them as I licked timidly. They tasted like his scent and sweat, and that made me wetter. I lapped them and slid my tongue behind them. He shuddered and grabbed my head. “Fuck. Whoa. Nadia.” I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, then swallowed him again. His thighs flexed, and his breath came out in faster pants. “Mmm, baby, you do that so fuck…so fucking good. I want it in that tight cunt. Give it to me.”
He pulled me to my feet and sat me in his lap. Facing the mirror, I watched his hands move with certainty, touching every part he knew would make me lose myself. He kissed my neck and shoulders, moving his hands around my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples. His hands ran down my hips and rubbed between my legs. His cock was hard as stone as it pressed into my ass. And I grew wetter and wetter, and I could see it with his fingers teasing my clit. Oh, this is hot. He lifted my hips, and I opened my legs and touched his cock as I slowly lowered, clenching my teeth as his thick head stretched my channel wider. It felt so good I could weep.
I didn’t stop until my buttocks hit his thighs.
Paul grabbed my hips and commanded. “Ride me, Nadia.”
He pulled me up and down, dragging along his throbbing steel rod. “Fuck, Nadia. I can’t get enough of you.” I clenched around him, and we both moaned. He reached around and touched my throbbing clit. I arched my back and lifted as he held on to my waist, easing me to move my hips, to keep taking his deep thrusts. Ohh, Paul. Nothing felt as good as his cock. Up and down, I rode him and watched us in the mirror; we looked so damn hot. The pressure built, and I slowed to savor it, but I could feel my body clench.
“Ohh, my love.” His breath came harder as he gripped my hips to force our rhythm, and every glide hit that spot inside me, pulling me toward orgasm. I started to move my hips faster.
“Fuck,” Paul cried out. His pants turned heavy and fast. I could feel his cock pulsate inside me, so close to coming. Reaching down between his legs, I took hold of his balls and lightly squeezed.
“Harder, baby.”
I firmed my grip and squeezed my inner muscles, trying to hold him inside me as I quivered and my sex spasmed around him. He thrust up hard, losing complete control, twisting and shuddering, letting out a roar. I cried out and shook as we came apart together.
Paul let me go, gasping and still spasming from the climax and the adrenaline. He lifted me up to pull out, and I straddled his lap. We were both breathing hard, both so lost in pleasure.
Paul clasped the side of my face. His lidded gaze settled on me, and a smile spread across his face, causing a shiver down my body. “Nadia, you’re all I want.”
My heart leapt in my chest, and I hugged him tighter. “You have me.” Forever. We slowly stood, but kept our arms around each other.
“Do you want to go to bed?” he whispered against my head.
“Later, I have another dessert for you.”
“It can’t top that one,” he joked.
“No, it’s a family recipe that I hope you’ll love. It’s the first cookie I remember my dad giving me as a child. A moon cookie. He used to paint them to look like a happy moon.…” I didn’t continue because my heart was so full. I’d been starving, and it was my first meal that day.
He squeezed my waist. “Of course, I already love it.”
We found a bathroom, and I turned on the spray. Paul removed the rest of his clothes and went with me into a shower. His hands moved all over me possessively as he washed me. I washed him and he kissed me again. There were robes in there and with a glance back inside the living room, I spotted Opal cleaning up. Paul only kept around those he trusted. I waved at her, and she smiled before we headed upstairs to change. Paul went for a button-down shirt and linen slacks. I chose a printed jumpsuit. “You look lovely. I should take you out.”
“I’d rather stay in with you,” I said softly.
He kissed me. “Then this is where we’ll stay.”
The dining room was back to its original elegance, and once again, I asked Paul to take a seat. I left for the kitchen and took down the pretty bowls and tray I had set out to wait. I put in a few almond crescent cookies and a small dish of ice cream.
