Page 75 of At Her Will

She backed up to a shelf and inched up the hem of her skirt, showing him the garters, then her panties, a silky green mesh with flowers embroidered over it.

Now they were onto John Lee Hooker’s “The Blues Boogie,” the music tumbling over and over itself. The harmonica, guitar and piano were on a ride that was increasing its pace.

Lord, Lord…I’m the boogie man… Come on baby…

She inhaled the scents buried in the walls. Wood, smoke, alcohol, sweat. Life and all its basic needs.

“Slide that crate over here.” She pointed to it. When he complied, she put her heel on it, spread her thighs and leaned back against the shelf, gripping the frame on either side of her. “Your mouth on my cunt, Rev. Then your cock, when I say.”

“Thank you, Jesus.” He went to his knees and put his lips against silk. Despite his fervency, he took his time, nice and slow, breathing on her, tasting her with reverent lips.

He did so well, she had him keep going as the one song finished and another started, the totally fuck-me-slow pace of “Tennessee Whiskey.” If Sy had requested it, she was going to make sure he had an unforgettable session with one of the best available Mistresses at Progeny.

She tipped her head back as Rev’s mouth sent indescribable spirals of pleasure up through her, strong enough she climbed him, her legs wrapping around his shoulders, hand on his head, nails curved in. He held her hips so firmly they were one being, moving together, pushing, pulling, dancing, lifting and falling. Those strong hands flexed, conveying how deep his own need was to be here with her, giving her this, taking what she was offering.

He pushed his tongue against the mesh, then played around the edges, finding his way beneath it to thrust in, suck on her, take in her taste like he never wanted any other kind of sustenance. His shoulders shifted under the clamp of her legs.

“Oh, Goddess…Rev…”

She worked herself on his mouth, arching back, gripping the shelf, his hands flexing to help her just as she needed him to do. The climax was shooting up, putting sparks in her mind, before her eyes.

They didn’t have much time left, but she wanted to draw it out as much as she could. She gripped his neck, the bite of her nails making him lift his head, his mouth wet from her, his eyes holding that flame still.

She pulled open her blouse one-handed, showing him the arch of her rib cage, the rise of her breasts above satin scented with her perfumed heat. “Work your way up.”

He did, also taking his time despite the limits of it. Once she allowed him inside her, it would take seconds to get where she intended to have them go. He licked and sucked on the tops of her quivering breasts, cupping them, lifting and bringing them together to thrust his tongue between them. She pressed her thigh against his firm ass, and let her breath wash over his forehead as he suckled a nipple, greedy and easy at once.

Because he had such a secure hold on her, she molded both hands over his head, holding him to her breasts. Both legs were locked around his waist and hips, pressing his cock against her. She rubbed herself there.

“Now, Rev. Inside me, now.”

She moved her grip to his biceps, raking the flesh. She wanted him to come back to the stage with her marks on him. She captured his mouth with her own, demanding everything with tongue and teeth. His one arm held her as he lifted her up and braced her hips against a shelf.

“Be inside me, Rev,” she demanded again. “Right now.”

She didn’t help him. She was too busy with his mouth, and she didn’t want to give anything else her focus. She didn’t have to. That was why she had a man to serve her.

He opened his jeans. He came up against her, so close and urgent, her breasts resting against his chest as he thrust in, pushing her against the shelf. Bottles fortunately secure inside boxes clinked at the force. She gripped his neck, bringing her forehead to his. Felt that energy between them, wrapping them up. “Oh…”

The orgasm was intense, and he covered her mouth with his so she cried out inside it, though there was little chance a sexual release could be heard where the music was so loud people had to shout to have a conversation. Or put her mouth against his ear, as she did now.

“Come inside me. Let me feel you.”

His hand hit the edge of the shelf, gripping as he pumped his buttocks under her calves. Driving into her, stroking her. She glimpsed his face, the rigid muscle, the ferocious intent in his eyes as he obeyed her.

But she also saw more than that. In this moment when most men and women lost themselves to their primal nature, she saw he would never forget to give her pleasure, to tend to her needs in the pursuit of his own. He was fully with her, her response to him something he held in both hands and cherished. Caring for her and grateful for the privilege. When she recognized it, felt it,knewit, he moved past three decades of defenses and walls and right into her soul. Asked for her heart and she gave it to him.

Oh, Goddess.

His cock was iron heat and slippery friction, a stretching fullness that would stay with her, make her sex tender and sore in the right ways. When she showered tonight, she’d smell him on her body, and he’d smell her on his.

Take that, Witford and Tisha. He’s mine now.

It wasn’t a magnanimous thought, but right now she wanted to embrace a more savage side. Like the Goddess Kali. Vera locked her arms around him as they rode one another to the finish. When they came to a reluctant halt, both of them were breathing hard, hearts beating against one another.

The more playful piano tones of “Cold Hearted Woman” had started up. Smiling, she dropped her head back against a shelf edge, eying him to see when he registered the words. When he did, he smiled, too. He framed her face with one big hand, the other helping her slide back down to her feet. He knelt, and her breath caught as he cleaned her with his mouth, tongue and lips stroking her in ways she would remember as vividly as the rest. Then he adjusted her panties and skirt before he rose. He’d fastened his jeans.

“I like knowing you’re on me, Mistress.”

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