Page 51 of Pleasure Control

After she obliged, he took two small steps and pressed her back against the bathroom wall.

The scent of her arousal reached his nostrils and he went mad with the need to ravish her. Within seconds, his mouth was all over hers, warm, wet, and hungry. He touched her, everywhere, yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

He buried his face in her neck and murmured, “Laura I can’t slow down.”

“I don’t want you to.” Her raw, frenzied voice filled him with a rush of emotions.

He swallowed and struggled to speak. “I wanted the first time we made love to be slow and passionate. You deserve that.”

Her breathing grew fast and shallow. “Make love to me later, Jay. Right now I just want you to fuck me.” Her shirt pooled around her hips as she tightened her legs around his back. She rocked against him until his cock breached her tight opening.

Groaning, he cupped her breasts and caressed her puckered nipples through the thin material of her shirt.

Heat raged through him. “Are you sure?” Need made his voice husky. “I wanted to pleasure you first and make sure you came.” His own breathing was labored.

Color bloomed high on her cheeks. “I will come. Now, please, Jay. Fuck me.” Her voice was a pleading whisper. She clenched her teeth and rocked harder. He felt the tight walls of her channel open for him.

With little finesse and much voracity, he ripped her shirt off and thrust his hips forward. He drove his cock all the way into her. She began panting as he stretched her wide open. Without giving her time to get used to the fullness, he pumped in and out of her hot, slick entrance.

She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his face. He drew one pebbled nub into his mouth and sucked until his cheeks hollowed. Paying tribute to her other breast, he covered it with his palm and pinched her dark nipple. She cried and writhed and clawed at his back.

“More…harder…please…” Frantic, she threw her head back and cried his name. “Jay…”

He drove into her so hard his balls slapped against her ass. The look in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks told him she was close.

She squeezed her lids shut.

His heart pounded in his chest. “No, baby, let me watch you come. You’re so beautiful. God, I love you so much.”

Her lashes fluttered open and met his gaze. Her mouth parted, but she made no sound.

A cocoon of warmth wrapped around him as he felt her sex muscles quiver. He moaned with pleasure when she reached down to stroke her own clitoris. Her hands worked feverishly between her legs. Remaining deep inside her, he rotated his hips in a circular motion, coaxing an orgasm from her. Her body tightened and a rush of liquid heat seared his cock as she came apart in his arms.

“That’s my girl.” Excited by her pleasure, he felt his cock begin to pulse with pent-up tension.

She buried her face in his neck. He felt her hot ragged breath on his moist naked flesh. He drove into her once again as he approached his own release. Savoring the sensations rippling through him, he impaled her again and again. Her arms coiled around his neck, pulling him closer and closer. Her full breasts crushed against his chest. With one final thrust, he felt himself let go.

He shouted and stilled his movements as he lost control of his own orgasm. She squeezed her sex around him, milking every last drop of his heated juice. His climax ripped through him with such power and intensity it left him shaking right down to his toes. He exhaled a low groan of satisfaction.

He remained inside her for a very long time. Neither one speaking, both concentrating on regulating their breathing.

Finally Laura broke the silence.

“Jay?”

“Mmmm…”

“My legs are numb.”

He stepped back from the wall and eased her from his hips. His semi-flaccid cock slipped from her vagina. “Sorry about that.” Her feet touched the floor and he noticed her wobble. He slipped his hands around her waist to steady her.

She gave him a feeble smile. “I think I need to sit down before I fall.”

He gathered her in his arms and carried her naked body into the living room. Gently, he sat her on the couch. He took a seat beside her and cupped her face in his hands.

“Laura, I have a confession.”

She nibbled on her lip. “I do, too.”

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