She shakes her head, stepping back. “Not yet.” She shimmies her jeans down her pale, smooth thighs and then does a quick twirl to show off a barely-there scrap of lace that accentuates her lush ass cheeks and does nothing to conceal the exact place my cock aches to be.
I grab her and cup her ass with my palms, grinding my hard length against the tiny bit of lace. I sink my hands between her thighs to spread her ass cheeks, feeling how wet she already is through the sheer fabric. Nudging it aside, I stroke her from behind, finally sliding my fingers into her.
“Wow,” I repeat, watching her eyes go dark as I finger her sweet pussy, pressing another against tight little asshole, while I throb against her belly.
“I also got you a chisel set,” she says breathlessly. “It’s out in the car.”
“It can wait,” I say, carrying her to the couch. “I need to taste this juicy, wet pussy of yours right now.”
My present gets torn from her, and I toss the panties aside to sink my tongue deep inside her, moaning as I lap her clit. “Get that bra off,” I command, looking up to be tormented by her nipples all but begging to be free for my touch. “I need to see your gorgeous tits, baby.”
With shaking hands, she peels it off, and I pull her close to meet my mouth again, fucking her hard with my tongue, so her tits bounce free with every thrust. Every time I fuck her, make her scream with pleasure, I can’t get over how new and exciting each time is. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her body, her soul, her everything.
“Do that thing I love,” she begs, and I instantly suckle her swollen clit.
Just as instantly, she screams and rakes her fingers through my hair, her hips bucking under my mouth as I keep working her until she’s limp.
“Best anniversary ever,” she mumbles as I rise up to take out my cock.
I stroke my hard length, staring down at her body, open and ready for me, her pussy wet and sated. But I know she can take so much more.
“It’s not over yet,” I promise.
With a smile, she reaches for my cock, gripping me, moving her hand up and down my shaft while her free hand strays to her nipples to tweak and play with them. Her heated gaze intensifies as we lock eyes.
“Come on me,” she says, slowly licking her lips. “All over me. Paint me with it. I want it, Pierce. Give it to me.”
Her hand tightens, jerking me hard and fast. With a roar, I shove her hand away and grip my shaft at the base, pumping all over her perfect tits. She moans, her hips gyrating, as if her pussy is begging for a turn, and she drags her nails teasingly over her nipples, using my hot seed to slip her fingers down her body to finger her clit.
“I’ll never, ever get enough of you,” I say, my cock already hard again at the show she’s putting on for me.
What’s best is that she loves every second of it, pleasing herself as she pleases me. My eyes cross as I focus on her fingers moving in a slow circle around her swollen clit, and my cock pulses, already eager for more.
“Pierce,” she cries, her hands falling away before reaching for me.
“You seemed to be doing fine on your own,” I tease, rubbing my dripping tip against her opening. “Are you sure you even need me to fuck your tight little pussy? Do you even need my cock deep inside this little hole?” I nudge a bit further inside her, grinning when she grabs my hips.
“I definitely need it,” she gasps.
And I can’t take it any longer. With one smooth thrust, my cock is buried in her slippery cunt, and I fuck her as if it’s the first and last time I’ll ever be inside her pussy. She makes me wild, free, and so inspired. I pull out, ignoring her disappointed cry because it’s only long enough to flip her onto her belly.
“I want to watch this ass jiggle while I fuck you,” I tell her, making her laugh. The soft sound turns into a gasp as I plunge back inside her, lightly slapping her cheeks until they’re pleasantly pink. “Even though I’m spanking you, I want you to know you’re a very good little girl, taking my cock so deep and hard.”
She starts making the noises I’ve loved so much for the last several years. The noises that mean I need to keep doing what I’m doing. I spank her again, just a tap.
“Do I need to take it deeper?” she asks, breathlessly looking back at me, her face as pink as her bottom. “Harder? Tell me what I need to do to be a good little girl for you.”
She lifts her hips to take me deeper, and I reach under her to stroke her clit.
“Just let me come inside you, baby,” I say, increasing my pace. I won’t last long with this little game she’s playing. “And come when I tell you to.”
“I can’t wait any more,” she tells me, digging her fingers into the cushions.
I spank her again. “Good little girls only come when they’re told to.”
“When can I come?” she pleads, pressing her mound against my fingers, hungry for everything I’m giving her.
“After I finger you and fuck you as long as I want.”