Page 4 of Boundless Love
I replaced my tongue with two fingers, pumping in and out of her, closing my lips around her clit and sucking gently.“Mmm… so… good… baby…” She moved in a frenzy, faster, grinding hard, determined to take what she needed, using me for her pleasure.I wanted nothing more than to make her scream my name.
It didn’t take long, either.“I’m… com… ing…” she rasped, losing her rhythm, riding my face wildly.And when she did, her hips lifted off the bed.I held on through the flood of sweetness that coated my tongue while her thighs squeezed my head.“Spencer, fuck!”she cried out, then her legs fell to the sides, and she laid still except for her heaving chest.
I stood, staring down at her, pulling off my clothes and letting them lay where they fell.She was a dream come to life—flushed, glowing, legs spread in the aftermath of bliss.Her pussy still spasmed, her glistening folds holding my attention, making me stroke my rigid length as I watched every flutter of her muscles.
“Look at you,” she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows, wearing an inviting smile.“I guess you think I’m going to do something with that now, huh?”Her gaze landed on my cock, eyes narrowing with desire.
“You don’t have to do a thing.”I continued to stroke, smiling the way she did.“You can just lie there.I could get off at the sight of you.”
“You could…” she bit her lip, “… but don’t you want to fuck me?Release deep inside me?”Her legs spread wider, a silent invitation.
The tease.She still thought she had the upper hand.She would soon find out otherwise.
Before she knew what was happening, I took her under the arms and lifted her off the bed.“What are you doing?”she squealed, laughing, and I didn’t bother answering as I guided her to the windows looking out over the strip.
“You said you wanted to enjoy the view, right?”Setting her in front of the glass, I turned her in place, standing behind her.She was still wearing her dress, which I now unzipped.She softly gasped as I peeled the fabric away from her body, letting it fall to the floor.
With the lights off in the room, there was no chance of anyone seeing us.
Taking her full, heavy tits in my hands, I whispered in her ear, “Here’s the view.What do you think?”
“It’s very nice.”Her head fell against my shoulder, one arm lifting so she could wrap her hand around the back of my neck.“Breathtaking.I could learn to love it.”
“If you like that, let’s see what you think of this.”I slid one hand down her flat stomach, finding her clit again, toying with it until her breathing went shallow, faster.
When I pressed her against the window, her palms flattened against the glass.Finding her wet, welcoming entrance, I drove into her with one deep thrust that left us moaning.
It never got old.That first moment after entering her—our bodies coming together, her pussy drawing me deeper, almost tight enough to hold me in place.
I fought against it like I fought against the urge to come, moving slowly, driving deep.“You take my cock so well,” I whispered, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, holding her still, taking control, fucking her senseless as the lights on the strip twinkled and glowed.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered over her shoulder, then I caught her mouth with mine, practically devouring her while she moaned helplessly.It was building fast, coming on without warning, and I quickened my pace to meet the sudden surge of uncontrollable need to bury myself deep and fill her.To claim her again.
She tightened, her cries rising in pitch, and shuddered in time with my release.Her cries were lost in my mouth and mine in hers until she broke the kiss and almost collapsed against the window.“Holy shit.I really hope nobody can see us up here.”
Chuckling, I lifted her and wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed, where I lay her down.“I’m sure they couldn’t.And even if someone could, we’re high up enough that there’s no chance they could identify us.”
When she arched an eyebrow at me, I shrugged, climbing in next to her.“All right, so I gave it a little thought.Weighed the pros and cons in the elevator.”
“You’re incorrigible.”She was smiling, glowing after her orgasms, yet she sat up against the headboard rather than curling up in my arms.Gathering the duvet around her, she sighed deeply.
“What’s the matter?”I asked, freezing in place in the middle of lying down.“Everything okay?Do you need something?”
“No.I mean, everything’s okay.I don’t need anything… or maybe I do.I’m not sure what I’m thinking.”She drew her knees to her chest, cocooned in the thick duvet.At times like this, she reminded me of a scared little girl—wide-eyed, pale-faced, looking to me for whatever it was she couldn’t find herself.
“You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?That hasn’t changed.”I sat up next to her, wedging pillows behind my back.From this angle, with the glittering lights stretched out beyond the windows, she made a hypnotic sight.Her golden hair was a halo which I stroked slowly, hoping to comfort her.
“I know.And I love you.And I hope you don’t think this has anything to do with you because it doesn’t… not really.It’s about me.”
“You?You’re perfect.”
She turned her face my way, resting her cheek against her folded arms.“Stop.”
“I’m serious.Perfect.I could sit here for the rest of the night and all through tomorrow morning, and I couldn’t come up with anything about you I’d change…” I paused, wincing.“All right, maybe that’s not entirely true.”
“Choose your next words very carefully,” she warned in a light voice.
“You’re too hard on yourself.”She groaned, making me laugh.“That’s it.Your only flaw.”
