Page 51 of Forced Arrangement

She’s silent for an extended period, just enjoying my fingers kneading her flesh. Suddenly, she gasps and pulls back, holding a hand over her breast. She looks strangely guilty as she glances up at me, and I frown.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, concerned.

She forces a smile onto her face again, and I wonder if maybe I imagined what I thought I had seen in her gaze before. “Oh, just a little tender. That happens sometimes.” She steps out of the undergarments on the floor and leans her lithe form against me. “Sorry to interrupt the cadence of things.”

I smile at her and press a kiss to her lips. “Your breasts feel extra delicious today. I like it,” I murmur. I wrap my fingersinto her hair and tug her head back, exposing her neck and showering it with nipping kisses.

She lets her head hang into my hands, and I press my lips to hers. The kiss starts out gentle but turns into something fierce, possessive and territorial. She gives as good as she’s getting, nipping at my lower lip, pressing her body into mine and tugging against the restraint of my hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back.

“You’re still dressed,” she says softly, pulling away from me. She looks up at me, her hazel eyes dark with passion.

“I undressed you. It’s your turn,” I tell her with a grin.

She smiles back, and I release her hair. She starts unbuttoning my dress shirt, then leans forward to press small kisses to the skin that is exposed as each button gives way. She helps me get out of my well-cut suit jacket, then pulls the shirt out of the waistband of my pants, shoving it down my arms.

She pauses with her long fingers on my belt, biting her lip and looking at me provocatively. My cock presses toward her unconsciously, and she smiles for real.

“Eager, are we?” she mutters, removing my belt and unzipping my slacks.

“Always,” I say huskily. I have never felt this for a woman. I want to sink inside of her so badly that I’m shaking with need. It should be frightening to be this obsessed with her, but it’s not. Wanting her, feels as natural as breathing to me by now and I can’t imagine any other form of existence.

She slips my slacks down, then runs a finger under the elastic of my boxer briefs. She walks around me, her finger skimming against my heated flesh, just under the edge of my underwear. She pauses to give my ass an appreciative smack.

“Such a sexy bum,” she says, a little bit of an English accent tinging her words.

“Glad you think so,” I tell her. “I work hard to keep it like that. Also, you sound like an English girl when you say dirty things.”

She laughs. “That all right with you?” she asks me, broadening the accent further as she circles around to my front.

“I love it,” I tell her, looking at her from under lowered eyelids. I feel drunk with desire, loose in my joints, under her thrall.

“Bet you’ll love this even more,” she says saucily, the English accent still rounding out her words. She slips off my underwear and my cock springs out toward her eagerly. She smiles down at it appreciatively for a moment, before hunkering down in her tall heels, and taking it into her mouth.

I thrust forward into the warmth of her mouth immediately, closing my eyes and placing a hand on her head. Her hair is silky beneath my fingers as she sucks on me, her small hands wrapping around the remainder of my length. I don’t know if she’s incredibly good at this, or if it’s the sight of her squatting in her high heels, her pussy on display as she sucks me off that is making it so hard for me to keep from busting immediately in her mouth.

“Jesus, that’s good,” I manage to say.

“He’s not here,” she says before sucking me into her mouth again. “It’s just you and me,” she adds, before going back to work.

I allow her to suck on me for a moment more, before I gently pull her head away. “Too much more of that, and this wedding night will be over before it began.”

She smiles at me, and I glance down to see her pussy throb once. She rises athletically to her feet, standing before me in her sky-high heels, beautifully naked.

“I have never had to work so hard to keep myself in check,” I tell her, stepping closer and reaching down to touch her. She’s soaking wet, and she gives a little moan of want as I slip myfingers inside of her, teasing, then withdrawing. “You make me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual,” she whispers, her eyes half-closed.

“Since we are taking turns in service to one another…” I say, before kneeling before her and sucking her clit into my mouth. She’s soaking wet, and the taste of her is incredible.

She clenches my hair in her fingers, pressing against my mouth and tongue, moaning. I wrap my hand around her slim, muscular thigh, enjoying the contrast of strong muscles and soft, feminine skin. I delve my tongue inside of her, discovering the places that she likes the best, feeling the rising tremors that indicate she’s spiraling toward orgasm.

Her legs start to tremble, and a trickle of moisture runs down her thigh. “Angelo…I don’t think I…” she gasps out, before she starts to wobble in her high heels.

I rise immediately and tumble us backward onto the bed, her hair flying up to fall over her breasts in a silky cascade, tangling in my fingers and smelling of her perfume.

“Please, Angelo, please,” she moans, writhing a little on the bed, lifting her hips toward me plaintively. “I’m so close.”

I shake my head a little. “Trust me,Tesoro mio,”I say. I nudge her wetness with the head of my cock, but don’t allow myself to slip inside. It’s almost impossible not to ram into her with mindless abandon. It’s all my body wants, but I hold back.