Page 18 of Smarty Plants
Her hand taps my ass again. “No! I like it.”
Damn. A woman this gorgeous, begging for my cock. Begging formore. It’s like my every filthy fantasy has come true. Even though it feels like my hips are about to snap off from holding back, I continue moving gradually.
My hand slips under her shoulders to cradle the back of her head in my palm, bringing her lips to mine as I distract her with another kiss that I can feel rippling down my spine. She’s so wet that I can hear her hot pussy moving around me, every slow thrust taking me deeper.
Her lovely eyes glaze over slightly as her breasts press lightly against my chest. “You are unbelievably sexy,” I murmur, trying to distract myself from the fact that I’ve captured another inch.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, squirming cautiously. “I’m sorry I’m so tight.”
“Do not be sorry, angel. You can’t possibly understand how amazing this feels.”
Iris shifts again, then bends her right knee, lifting it higher. Another inch slides deep as we shudder together.
“Damn, baby…I need…to…”
She’s already nodding. “Do it. Please. Stop being so careful.”
Her inner walls squeeze me in ripples of divine pressure as I close my eyes, trying to regain my composure. When I open them again, Iris nods. It’s subtle, but it feels like she’s begging for more. My balls are already tightening, begging me to just ravage her already and release this pent-up lust.
Somehow, I manage to keep my strokes relatively gentle as I increase my pace, sliding deeper, faster. Watching Iris moan in delight is my new favorite pastime.
She’s a vision as her fingernails prick my skin, her throat and cheeks glowing pink, her lips parting as she gasps softly. Her pulse matches mine as we move and shift, dragging every single drop of pleasure out of each other.
I’m not sure exactly when we stop making love and begin outright fucking – probably when her nails dig tighter into my side, her head tipping back with a throaty moan as somehow, impossibly, the entire length of my cock is plunging in and out of her tight, wet heaven.
Reaching down, I spread her soft pussy lips, shifting so that my shaft brushes against her clit with every stroke.
“Oh!” Iris grips me tighter. “Yeah. Right there.”
A wave of primitive lust rolls through me. I’m about to make my woman climax. Make her see stars, knowing that I will do anything to please her.
My cock literally shudders as I realize I’m not only her first, I’m going to be her last. Her only. Iris is mine. The back of my mind crackles with white noise as I lose myself in the quest to make her snug little pussy come harder than it ever has before.
“Such a sweet little bookkeeper. So innocent, so prim. You’re a lot different when you’re naked, angel.”
“Yeah,” she gasps. “I had no idea.” My head dips to nibble along the side of her neck as she moans louder. “Ben. Stop being gentle. I’m gonna?—”
She doesn’t need to finish her sentence. Her entire body tenses, pussy walls massaging my cock as the climax tears through her. Her cries are muffled by my lips as we kiss our way through her peak and straight into mine.
I can’t hold back. My entire body shudders, her pussy squeezing me as I spasm over and over, muttering her name, calling her my beautiful angel, chanting that she is mine as my body pours into hers with a rush of wet heat.
I’m not sure if Iris can hear me calling her mine. I hope she can feel it as much as hear it. I hope it’s a fact she understands right down to her soul.
I’m so in love with this woman that I don’t know how long I can hold back the words.
Although, really, Iris is smart as a whip.
I’m sure she already knows.
11
IRIS
I’ve barely sat down at my desk, coffee in hand, when I hear a beep from my purse.
Ben: I’m probably not supposed to say that I miss you already. I don’t care. I do. That makes me a wild, bad boy, right? Shall I pick up a motorcycle on the way home?
LOL! It would be impossible to haul your tools on a bike. I’ll just know that you’re a bad boy on the inside.
