Page 64 of Eyes in the Shadows

I have to bite back a groan and my dick gets so rock hard it’s painful. There are so many parts of her I want to see, to watch, I’m not even sure where to let myself linger. Hips, ass, pussy, legs, feet, arms, breasts, nipples, even her hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back… it all jiggles and swishes and sways, and it’s all soft and smooth and round and mine.

She makes it to the top of the stairs and looks over her shoulder to see where I am. Finding me glued to the sight in front of me, her cheeks, already flushed with desire and exertion, darken.

“Good girl. Keep going,” it comes out as a rasp.

I follow behind, and her movements are almost painfully slow, now that we’re not on the stairs and it’s really just the two of us. She lets her knees skim along the carpet, stretching an arm out and throwing her ass up in the air with eachmovement forward. I even think I see her pussy clench once or twice. I knew she’d enjoy this as much as me.

When she gets to the door, she stops, throws me another look over her shoulder. I move around her to open the door and turn on the light. Then, I cross to the far corner of the room and sit in the large chair facing the opening. She’s still in the doorway, watching what I do. I settle in, toss my handful of her clothes onto the floor off to the side, spread my legs, and crook two fingers at her.

I can’t decide which is a better view—the back, with her ass swaying, the hint of those glistening lips peeking out between her legs, or the front with her breasts rocking back and forth, her eyes locked on me, being able to see the expression on her face. She is totally wrapped up in the moment, so completely transfixed that she’s left any and all shame behind. All that’s in those beautiful blue eyes is the desire to do what I say and get what she wants.

When she’s finally across the room, she slides her hands up my legs, starting all the way at the bottom, at my ankles. She skims my shins, spreads her palms over my knees, gives each thigh a light squeeze, and stops when she’s hovering over my crotch. Her hand is so gentle as she caresses the side of my erection through my pants.

“Take it out, baby,” I instruct, but it’s more like giving her permission because she wants it so badly. It’s fucking intoxicating.

“So, we both weren’t wearing underwear,” she says, finding my naked cock immediately under just the one layer of my sweats. She pulls the waistband down, just enough, and my cock springs free—tall and proud, curving up towards my body.

I don’t have to ask, or tell. She lowers her head and takes the tip into her mouth. The wet warmth envelops the most sensitive part of me and I groan. I cup the back of her head, trying to keep from gripping her hair. “Fuuuuck,” I hiss out as the gentle sucking causes her head to bob around.

She works lower, taking a bit more into her mouth, letting the spit run down the length and using it to give her hand some lubrication where it circles the rest of my shaft. When she twists it, I let my head fall back. The feel of it is unreal. Just as quickly, I lift my head because I’m not losing another second of the best view in the world.

Her tongue is so smooth and warm as it massages over, around, under. I jerk a little as she finds the most sensitive spot—just under the head, in the back. She takes that as a sign to do it again, then go deeper. I’m lost, my mind swirling somewhere above us, as she finds a steady rhythm, up and down with mouth and hand.

I feel a tightening in my balls, a building, tingling pressure. But I already came once in the shower earlier, and if one more is all I get for tonight, I don’t want to shoot it down her willing little throat. Not this time. I tighten my hand in her hair and pull her back. She comes away, looking almost upset to be interrupted.

“Up,” I say, grabbing her hands and helping her stand, then pulling her into my lap.

I pull my legs together so she can be comfortable while straddling me, and lean back further into the plush double-wide chair so there’s plenty of room.

This is some of my favorite shit. I love being mostly clothed while she’s so totally bare for me. It’s a heady feeling of control, of having the ultimate upper hand. Especially when she’s spread open like this, too.

Not quite lined up, she leans forward, pressing her breasts against the ribbed material of my shirt, and finds my mouth. After a sloppy, urgent kiss, I guide her back, help her lift enough to get positioned correctly, and jerk her down hard on my well-slicked cock. She lets out a hoarse cry at the invasion, one stroke filling her to the brim, and I tense my abs, trying to give her even a centimeter more. Her tits bounce, her skin makes a slapping sound against mine, and I watch as my cock goes in and emerges, shiny and coated in a mix of my precum, and her arousal and spit.

“Oh my God,” she moans, throwing her head back and rocking up and down. She holds onto my shoulders, her fingertips digging into the ridges between my traps and delts.

She’s so tight and warm around me, so much better than my fucking hand and an empty pump onto the wall of the shower. Her weight on my lap, her body in my arms, the scent of her all around me… it’s fucking perfect. And she’s clearly enjoying setting the pace, finding her pleasure at the bottom of each stroke, full of my cock and able to grind that sensitive little clit against me.

In fact, she’s enjoying it so much I’m going to wait until she comes to switch it up on her. I enjoy a good turn on the bottom, but not when I’m desperate like this—like I always seem to be for her. The need to take over and fuck hard burns in the back of my throat. My animal brain wants to take, claim, own, mark…

So, I’m going to help her along. I fill one hand with her thick, soft hip and move the other to give her some more friction where she needs it. Her clit slides along my fingers, and I move them back and forth slowly, gently, watching her face as I do to see how it affects her.

And she likes it. I watch her eyes half-close, and go distant with focus. Her little whimpers fill the air and she starts breathing heavier. “That’s it, baby,” I encourage. “You’re doing so well for me. Such a good girl.”

I know she’s close when she starts throwing her weight a little on the down strokes, trying to fill herself all the way, get that small dose of pain with her pleasure. Can do. I reach up and give her nipple a tight pinch and she yelps in surprise, then moans long and loud as her whole body tenses. It’s amazing to watch how completely her orgasm overtakes her, but I almost lose sight of her when she tightens—almost unbelievably—around my cock and her fluttering spasms try to coax me over that same edge.

I let her catch her breath for a few seconds, long enough for her to straighten in my lap and smile down at me. Giving her a little slap on one side of her ass, I tense like I want to get up. She masks the disappointment and lifts her leg; once it’s clear, I move. I grab her waist and twist her around, draping her over the arm of the chair on her stomach.

“What—” she begins, but I get around behind her and sink my cock in enough that it turns into a groan.

This angle is so much better, it’s so much easier to get in as deep as possible, to pull my hips back and snap them forward with all the power I want. She cries out on each thrust, pressed all the way against the immobile side of the furniture. Her breasts are swinging, and she’s gripping around the arm.

I take it back. This is the best fucking view. Fuck it, they’re all the best.

“Fuck, Mac, fuck…”

“Fuck,” I agree, setting a punishing pace that has me spiraling towards the finish line. “Beg me. Beg me for my cum.”

She whimpers as I bottom out, and I eat up the noises that are lifting the small hairs of my neck. “Please. Please, Mac,” she moans. “Please fill me up. I want your cum.”

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