Once I had her the way I wanted, I circled her slowly, reveling in the simple beauty of the pose and how glorious she looked. The basic rope work blended with those fucking violet straps crisscrossing her skin.
Modest perfection. Exquisite.
“You’re a vision, Lettie. Absolutely stunning,” I told her. “Wait until you see this for yourself.”
In her ear now, I ask, “Was I right?”
She turns around in my arms and straddles my lap. “Don’t gloat.”
Right before she kisses me, she drags her needy pussy over my throbbing cock. Greedily, her tongue delves past my lips, and I get lost in her kiss. I use my grip around her hips to drag her back and forth over my lap, bucking up against her warm center.
When she breaks the kiss, she whips her head toward the laptop. Fortunately, she doesn’t stop pulsing over me while she watches our video.
A chorus of last night’s grunts, moans, and slapping of skin fills my living room. I glance at the screen and watch how I drove my cock into her weeping pussy while she was still on the rig. It was hot as hell.
Almost as hot as what’s happening right now.
Lettie reaches between us and unfastens my pants, swiftly removing my cock and giving it three firm strokes. “Fuck, babe. I need you inside me. Now.”
She doesn’t even bother removing her shorts or panties. Instead, she swoops them to one side and sinks onto my cock. Her warm, silky channel welcomes me home.
“Fuck, Lettie. Damn, you feel good.”
The sex sounds from the laptop are our erotic soundtrack as she grinds and writhes on top of me. Her moves have an intensity she’s never instigated before.
She clamps her hands on my shoulders, riding me harder. Matching her pace, I settle my hands on her hips and help her keep the tempo.
My Lettie has never been this confident and determined while being on top. It’s pure fucking bliss.
“Look at you, sugar bear. You’re owning your body.” I pause to suck in a ragged breath. “You’re taking your pleasure. Embracing your desires. You are fucking me, baby.”
Her eyes roll back as a wicked grin slips into place.
Bending close, she claims my mouth and tugs my lip between her teeth. My balls draw up with a frantic need to come, thanks to her uncharacteristically rough treatment.
Normally, this wouldn’t do it for me. But I like that she’s taking control. She needs this, and I’m so damn proud of her.
“Spank me, babe,” she blurts out of nowhere.
As requested, I swat her ass. The loud crack reverberates around the room.
“You like that? My hand making your ass sting and turn pink?”
“Yes. Do it again,” she demands, and I comply. “Again. Make it hurt. Yes, yes, yes.”
With each smack, she takes my cock harder and faster. Her hips drag over my lap in a punishing rhythm.
If I don’t get her off soon, I’m going to come first, and that’s unacceptable.
Time for me to retake the reins.
After steadying her hips to still her movement, I buck her off to adjust our position.
As if she weighs nothing, I flip her over so she’s flat on the couch, face down. Moving behind her, I strip her bottoms off and let my pants fall to the floor.
Once we’re both naked from the waist down, I grab her hips and yank them upward so she’s on her knees. A second later, I thrust inside her body, setting a punishing rhythm of my own.
I alternate smacks from one side of her reddening ass to the other. She screams louder, begging for more.