Page 57 of Rider Forbidden
He breaks off but stays at my mouth as he mutters “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look in this outfit? That arse of yours, in these pants - I want to bend you over right now and fuck you, for making me suffer all night.”
He is crazy, they're my slob clothes - all us girls have them, our dossing around the house outfit - certainly not glamorous, sophisticated, or sexy - just plain and ordinary.
“So bend me over and fuck me then.”
His look goes intense as he growls and pushes me back onto the couch. He reaches for my hand and sees I have the monitor. “What’s that?” his voice sounds gravelly.
I smirk “Oh this? This is a baby monitor.”
He looks confused.
“You see I might not have a baby anymore, but Eli is on a different floor to me and when I moved in I was scared that I wouldn't be able to hear him call me if he needed me. So I got this. YourSuperwormstory was told in the most delightful way.” I try not to laugh.
“You heard my story?”
I laugh now full-on. “I did. It was sweet.”
“Hmmm, now I'm going to have to bend you over and fuck you while I smack your arse - see if you like making fun of me then.”
Oh shit, why do I like the thought of that so much?
He must tell from my expression. “Oh, like the thought of that, do you?”
He reaches down for the bottom of my vest and takes it off in a swoop and then moves to push me down on the couch.
“Not here . . . Eli. Come into the bedroom.” My breathing is rapid.
I hold out my hand and he smirks taking it, fitting mine into his perfectly as I lead him to my bedroom, he follows me inside and I shut the door.
He leans down and runs open mouth kisses down my neck that send shivers all around my body.
He shuffles me towards the bed and when the backs of my legs hit the mattress, I automatically lie on it. He grabs the waist of my yoga pants and I lift my hips so that he can slide them down, grabbing my knickers on the way - I only have my bra on. I reach behind myself and unfasten my bra - shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. I'm naked now. I lie back exposed and watch him as he loses his t-shirt, his socks and then unfastens his belt and unzips his jeans pushing them off with his boxers. His hard length jutting out, makes me automatically widen my legs. An open invitation.
“As fucking irresistible as you look right there . . . stand up.”
I do as he says and when I'm in front of him he lifts his hands to cup both my breasts, fingering the nipples which are now erect and hard, begging for his touch. I slowly close my eyes, my body breathing a sigh of relief as it feels his touch again. Those big hands on me.
“You're so beautiful. Your body . . . the shape of you . . . the feel of you. I can't get enough. Get on the bed on all fours.”
I feel myself get wet at his command.
I do as he says, bottom in the air, inviting him to touch me.
I feel his hands roam over the cheeks of my bottom and I groan. I want him inside me so badly.
“Stay there - don't move.”
I do as he says and the next thing I feel is his mouth on me, from behind, exposed like that and Jesus it's hot. His thumb brushes over my puckered opening and I moan - surprised that he touched me there but it felt so good, with his mouth on me lapping at me, he pushes his tongue inside me at the same time he pushes the tip of his thumb inside my opening, my eyes roll back as I swear I’ve never felt anything like it, never knew I could get this feeling - of being totally consumed by someone. The sensation, while being new is far from unwelcome, I push myself backwards wanting him to possess me more . . . everywhere.
He growls “Fuck, I want to take you here soon . . . someday soon.” He withdraws his thumb and lifts his head, straightening his back. He kneads the cheeks of my bottom roughly, then all of a sudden, I feel him slap me.
“Ow,” I say
“You've been bad Robyn, that’s what you get.”
Oh my god, why is it so hot that he’s saying that? If it's possible I get wetter. I like this side of him. I like this side of me. Who knew I would get off on this?
“Sorry, sir.” I say jokingly
