Page 49 of Forced Vows

"Pretty." I give both nipples a little tweak.

Her moan goes straight to my balls. "Do that again."

"Bossy. I like it." There's no bigger turn on for me than a woman who knows what she wants and tells me.

This time I pinch the little berries and pull before twisting them gently.

She breathes in deeply, her eyelids going half-mast in pleasure. "You're really good at that."

There's no chance to reply before her small hands are wrapped around my turgid shaft. She squeezes and twists, following me move for move.

And fuck if it doesn't feel amazing.

I show her what I want by doing it to her nipples and she follows my lead without hesitation. Until a drop of my precum falls onto her leg.

"Oh," she gasps.

Then she swipes it up with a fingertip and sticks that finger into her mouth. "Yum."

"You can have it from the source."

"I am," she says and then her eyes light with understanding and she leans forward. This time it's her tongue swiping right over the bulbous head.

She opens her mouth and takes my whole tip inside, stretching her lips obscenely.

I let her suckle the end for a few glorious seconds, but I want inside her pussy and if I come down her throat I'll have to wait.

Though with how she turns me on, it won't be that long.

Cupping her cheek, I pull back. "Let's save that for later. I want to be inside you."

She nods enthusiastically, sending her messy hair swinging. Flipping over, she crawls up the bed, giving me a tantalizing view of her jiggly ass and bare pussy as her thighs shift.

I'm so caught up in the view, I don't realize what she's doing until the lights go off casting her curves into noir relief.

"You don't like light while you're fucking?" Some women don't.

One lover told me, the light hurts her eyes when she's that sensitized.

"There's enough coming in from the windows and it's silvery."

At least she doesn't say romantic. The death knell to a good night of sex is trying to bring romance into it.

"Whatever you want." I've seen every square inch of her.

Nothing will erase her bare, pink pussy or the way her nipples look engorged and tipping her deliciously pale breasts from my mind's eye.

"I want to be in the bed," she says decisively.

"Are you cold?" I'll keep her warm, but if she wants to start with the covers on, I can do that.

It's a surprising choice for a woman like her though.

"A little."

I run my hand down her backside and she shivers. Do I have the A/C set too low? I like a colder bedroom.

"Come on, little love goddess, I'll keep you warm." I pull her under the covers with me.

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