Page 211 of Wicked Fantasies

“Just like us.”

“And the love part comes in where?” She was intrigued by his strong feelings on the subject.

“Later. Meg, to say you love someone based on merely their looks is shallow. For real love to happen, you need to talk to the person, get to know them.”

“I see.” She ran her hands under his shirt to tease his hard nipples. “Just for the record, I must be as shallow as they come because I love how you look.”

“Ah, something we have in common. What do you say we indulge in a little bit more of that lust at first sight?” His eyes smoldered at her compliment.

“Mmm, you feel so good.”Her hands stroked around and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hands gripped her buttocks to rub her against his lower body. Spending two hours in a darkened theater without touching her had been sheer torture. If the place hadn’t been so crowded due to the lack of outdoor entertainment, Rob would have pulled her across his lap and had his way with her right there. Truth be told, he could barely recall any of the movie, his thoughts had been so centered on the woman sitting next to him.

Now he intended to make up for lost time.

“Meg,” he whispered in her ear, teasing the delicate lobe with his tongue.

He rejoiced when Meg wrapped her arms around his waist, rasping his neck with her own soft tongue.

“Yes?”

Pushing her gently away from him, he took a step back eager to expand on their bedroom play.

“Take off your clothes for me.” His voice was rough with the need to see all of her.

She blushed slightly, but complied with his request. Her hands slowly dragged her shirt up and over her head, leaving her clad in a lacy pink bra that showcased her very generous cleavage. Once she’d disposed of the shirt, she slowly unhooked her pants, pushing them off her hips with a sexy sway that had Rob’s cock rising another two inches. By God, but she was gorgeous.

Clad only in her panties and bra, Rob struggled to calm his breathing, desperate to remain in control. He knew how he wanted this to play out and it would require patience on his part.

“Take off your panties,” he said softly, “but leave on your bra.”

She seemed startled by the fact he wasn’t touching her, but again she obeyed his request. Kicking off her panties, she seemed uncertain what to do with her hands until Rob added, “Touch yourself,” to his list of demands.

“What?”

“Go sit in that chair,” he clarified, pointing to the comfortable armchair to his right, “and touch yourself. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”

“Rob,” she started, but he halted any refusal on her part with a raised hand.

“Do it now, Meg,” he said firmly, before including a more anxious, “please.”

Slowly she walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. Spreading her legs, she waited until Rob crossed the room to sit on the couch opposite her. Without hesitation, her hands drifted down to her pussy and Rob felt spellbound by the beauty of her actions. Rubbing her clit lightly with one hand, the other drifted down to her drenched opening. One of her tiny fingers, then two, disappeared in her soft, dark cavern. Rob heard her panting breaths and was aware of how much his watching her actions was turning her on. Slowly, he stood, taking off his own bothersome shorts. Grasping his hard erection in his hand, he began to stroke himself, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers. He sensed when she was getting close to her climax. Originally, he planned for them to watch each other to the end, but the idea of not feeling the glorious clenching of her inner muscles around his hard cock was too much for him to bear.

“Stop.” He crossed to her and grabbed her hands and pulling them away from herself.

She cried out her frustration fighting to reclaim her hands.

“Get down on the floor.” He pulled her up from the chair. “On your hands and knees.”

“Yes,” she hissed, obviously thrilled with the prospect of what he was offering her.

Turning, she presented him with a stellar view of her all-too-luscious bottom.

“That’s right.” He lowered himself to his knees behind her. Grabbing for the condom he’d thrown on the coffee table, he sheathed himself with one hand, his other on the top of her back, pushing softly.

“Lower your chest to the floor, but keep that gorgeous ass up.”

Once again, she heeded his request and the tether on his patience broke.

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