I can guess she wants a replay of last night. That works because I want that too.
I want last night again so much more than I can say. So much more than is good for me.
I slide two fingers into her slick wet opening and move in and out of her tight wet cunt. I may be selfish but I want her to enjoy this too. I want her to enjoy me, it won’t work otherwise. It won’t work if I just fuck her and she doesn’t want it. Then it becomes something else, and I don’t do that. Not like some of the sick fucks I know.
She moans a mindless hum that falls from her gorgeous mouth and glances back at me as I speed up.
“Is that good Angel?” I ask on a hushed breath that carries my words.
“Yeah… it’s… really good,” she stammers and moans at the same time.
Our voices pierce the silence that has tangled with her moan and heightens the sexual tension you could cut with a knife. The air is filled with it and I’m sure even from outside, you could tell we’re up to no good in here. We’re in a sex club. We couldn’t be anywhere more risqué than we are right now, yet this feels different to me.
“Do you want more baby?” I’ve gotten used to alternating between Angel, Angel doll, and baby. I like all. They all seem fitting to her.
“Hmmm,” she moans and does the most insanely hot thing by grabbing her breasts and squeezing. Her little nipples pebble at her touch, becoming pointed and it’s so hot watching her touch herself I have to take a moment to stop and watch her.
And, fuck, I’m like that fifteen-year-old boy I was when I first became acquainted with the female anatomy. I was fucking spying and could have had my ass killed for being the damn peeping Tom I was when I watched Anya De Luca strip off her clothes for Vincent in her attempt to seduce him. I was always spying on my brothers. All of them, and at fifteen I was in the height of it. The best part was they never found out.
Vincent was the worst because he used to get up to all manner of shit before he got hitched to Sorcha. That guy had a different girl every day. He could have them all if he wanted and Anya De Luca was no different even though she was engaged to the capo of the Ricci family.
I remembered thinking of her as a goddess as I watched her perfect body. I’ve been with many, many women in my years. Many.
Mia, however is enough to replace the memory of every single one of them in my mind.
Watching her massage those glorious tits of hers is definitely a sight to never forget. Feeling her grow wetter on my fingers is another experience, but damn was I never going to pass on the chance to touch her myself and give her the satisfaction I know she craves.
I slide up to her and pull her against my chest even though my cock is rock hard and ready to ram into her. She settles against me and turns her face slightly, brushing over my pec. She’s still squeezing her breasts.
Covering her hands, I stop her and take over and she arches her back into me. Suddenly I don’t feel selfish anymore. The obsession is back, but in a different way because it wants me to give her pleasure. It wants me to see how much I can make her moan and writhe into me.
I caress her and rub my fingers over her tits slow and slower and she hums with pleasure.
“Is this what you need baby?” I whisper into her ear.
“Yessssss,” she groans in a half pleasure and half torturous moan.
I press my face to her head, inhaling the scent of her. Sweet like honey, sexy as fuck, tantalizing with the wild buzz of sexual heat that’s consumed us.
I circle over the tips of her light pink nipples and tweak them. It makes her grind over my cock.
I move one hand down the smooth flat plane of her stomach and go down to her pussy to touch her down there and find she’s soaked. That sweet nectar drips from her pussy lips and even as I touch her and squeeze her breasts, there’s more to come.
I tease the hard nub of her clit and that does it. A gasp escapes her lips and she cries out with ecstasy.
I’m not done yet though, not by a long shot.
It’s time to be selfish again.
I turn her on to her back and she falls against the stack of pillows beside us.
Her beautiful tits look ripe and ready to be sucked and she looks ready to be fucked.
Before she can catch her breath, I close my mouth over her right nipple and start sucking hard. I know the contrast to the slowness I showed moments ago will have the desired effect I’m going for. I know it will.
And, it does.
Her nipple in my mouth feels so good and I want to suck on it forever. I want to suck on it and give her pleasure, and take pleasure for myself.