Page 41 of Light As A Feather
“Oh, it does. It’s why I’m going to torment him by claiming what he can’t every chance I have.”
“How exactly will you do that?”
“I consider myself a very creative person. I’m sure I can come up with more than a few ways.”
“I’m very interested in hearing your ideas.” Eager to connect with him physically after processing all of that emotional turmoil, I peel off my clothes slowly, appreciating the way his tongue wets his lip as he devours me with his roaming eyes.
“Why don’t you get on your knees, and I’ll show you?”
“Please, teach me your ways,” I implore him as I sink to my knees on the plush rug, positioning myself between his legs. Running my hands up his muscular thighs, I head straight for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and tearing down his zipper. His dick springs free, hard and weeping pre-cum for me. I chase my fist that rubs long strokes along his length with my tongue, tasting him from shaft to tip, eagerly sucking at the head as my other hand massages him.
“Tell me how you want it. Instruct me, Mr. Addams.” He groans at the formal title.
Thorne leans forward, gathering my hair and pushing it behind my shoulders. Taking his time to decide, he trails hisfingers across my chest, slowly making his way down to pinch my nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, and my grip on him grows tighter as I try to focus on the task at hand when his touch is so distracting.
“To start, you’re going to get me off with these perfect tits.” He flicks one sensitive peak before chasing away the sting with a soothing pass of his wet thumb. “But I’m going to need you to come here first.” He pats his leg expectantly.
Crawling into his lap, I gasp as the cold leather and metal of his thigh harness bite into my bare skin. My hips roll as I grind myself against it, the hard ring pressing deliciously against my clit. Hawthorne’s fingers dig into my flesh as I lose myself in the motion, a moan escaping me. Hawthorne swallows the sound with a claiming kiss while his hands cup my breasts. Turning his attention to my nipples, he touches me lightly, teasing before taking one between his lips. Flicking motions of his tongue make my toes curl as I squirm in his lap. Moving on to my other breast, he drags his tongue over the skin, sucking and licking and nipping with his teeth until I’m fighting every urge to slip his dick inside me and ride him just to let out all the pent-up energy he’s building inside me. But he reminds me of his request, tapping the side of my thigh before guiding me down to the floor.
Hungry to please, I position his dick between my breasts, holding them together as I start to stroke him.
With added pressure, I move up and down his shaft, speeding up stroke by stroke. Hawthorne’s ravenous eyes never leave my chest.
“Faster. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” His hips jerk as I follow instructions.
Sticking my tongue out, I let his tip glide over it a few times before leaning forward to take more of him into my mouth.
“That’s good. Come on, baby, take this dick.” He gathers my hair in his hand for more control. “Let me feed it to you inchby inch. Open wide.” I do as he asks, taking him deeper in my throat, eager to show him just how much I adore him. Pleased, he caresses a thumb along my jaw, massaging the hinge. “That’s my girl, so good for me.”
Moaning around his dick, drool spills through the seam of my lips as he fills me so fully with each thrust of his hips.
“Do you like it when I use you like this?”
I nod as tears pour from my eyes with the next hard thrust.
“Yeah, baby, I know. I don’t need to hear you say the words, feeling how much you enjoy me fucking your throat will do just fine.” His hand cradles the back of my head as he buries himself deeper. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” His hips jerk roughly. “Do you want to swallow every drop? Or should I paint these tits for everyone to see, remind them who you belong to?”
I grab my breasts, ready for him.
“Yeah, I like that idea too.” He pulls out of me, tugging his length a few more times before he releases on my chest in hot bursts as he covers my tattoos with his warm, sticky cum.
Needing the taste I missed out on when he pulled from my throat, I swipe a finger through the mess on my chest, but he grabs my wrist before I make it to my mouth.
“That’s not for you, it’s for me.” Directing my hand between my thighs, he dips it between the lips of my dripping cunt before sliding it between his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so exquisite.” His hands take mine as he helps me stand.
“Show me how wet sucking my dick makes you. I want to see how badly you need me to fill you up again.”
Turning around, I slowly bend over until my hands meet the coffee table, putting my pussy right at eye level.
Leisurely, he clasps his hands around my upper thighs and gently applies pressure as he spreads me open. “You’re dripping, My Omen. Fuck, this pussy needs me. And to think, you kept her from me for so long.”
“I do. I need you.” With his hands on my body, a deep ache opens within me. I clench on nothing as he patiently watches my pussy beg for him.
“Use your fingers, show me how badly you crave me.” I whine as he leans back against the couch, putting far too much distance between us. “Go on; on your knees for me, baby. Put on a show for me, and maybe we’ll have an encore.”
Sinking to the floor, I lay my upper half across the coffee table, angling my ass and hips up so he has an unobstructed view of me touching myself.
I don’t waste any time slipping two fingers inside. It’s not enough, never could be, but I pump inside myself, nonetheless. With each thrust, more arousal pours from me. Adding another finger makes it noisy as I stuff them in and drag them out.
