His hand appeared next to my face with two fingers outstretched. Not pulling his face away from me, he muttered against my folds, “Suck,” the vibrations making me clench down and reminding my body it was empty when it didn’t want to be.
Still, I wouldn’t deny him anything, especially not now, so I did as he’d asked me to, treating them like I would his cock if it was in my mouth. I wanted to drive him wild, make him break so that he’d finally just fuck me or make love to me, whatever way he wanted it to be. I’d take Bond anyway he came any day of the week, but especially now.
The fingers were pulled out of my mouth, and then they were pushing into me, working with his tongue to shatter me. I remembered at the last second to put my hand over my mouth, so the noise that was about to burst out of me didn’t wake Nemi.
I could feel my walls spasming as he continued to work me through the orgasm, and then he swapped out his fingers for his tongue, plunging it inside me until I couldn’t take any more.
I was panting and shivering with the aftershocks of what’d just happened when he got to his feet and unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled his hard cock out of his pants.
“I need you.” I felt like a wanton hussy, as my mom would say, because even after that earth shattering moment, I still wanted more from him.
“You’ll always need me.”
Pushing his hands between my back and the mattress, he scooped me up, prompting me to wrap my legs around his narrow waist and my arms around his neck.
“What are you doing? The bed doesn’t make a noise.”
He was too focused on what he had planned to answer me, and then my back was up against the wall, the cold paint and plaster making me arch away from it and pushing my tits into Bond’s face.
“I love this idea,” he mumbled, sucking gently on the side of one of them, right near the dip of my cleavage.
Then he dipped me back again so that my back made full contact with the wall, and one of his hands disappeared. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was doing with it, especially when he swiped the broad head of his penis between my folds, dipping it into my entrance and then withdrawing and moving up to my clit.
“That was cruel,” I groaned, pushing down in the vain hope it would get him inside me. I was wrong, but it did get me a smack on the ass.
“Stop doing that.”
The sensations were so at odds with each other. The coldness of the wall, the heat of Bond between my legs, the cool air circulating around my ass and vagina where they weren’t touching him, and the stinging burn of my freshly spanked butt cheek.
In short, it was freaking torture, but shit, it felt so good.
And then I felt him enter me, his thick shaft stretching me even more than it usually did, thanks to the position I was being held in. Normally I’d ask him to stop for a moment, but tonight I needed him badly, so I pushed down, taking as much of him as I could given how little I could move.
“Stay there,” he growled, then moved one of his hands under my knee and then copied the move on the other side, until he was effectively spreading my thighs as much as he could, opening me up to him with no barriers.
And that’s when he withdrew and thrust back in. With the wall behind me, I had no cushioning to absorb some of it, and if I had to choose a favorite position and place to have sex, this would be it, bar none. His thrusts were powerful, and the impact of them on my clit and the rest of my pussy had me clenching down around him immediately.
It took me all of three minutes of his hard thrusts to come for the second time that night, and it was an orgasm with a difference. It felt like I had no control over my body as it took over, leaving me with only one sensible thought—to bite down again so I didn’t wake Nemi up. The only thing I had available was his shoulder, so I sank my teeth in, making him groan as I continued to spasm around him.
Not once did he let up his thrusts, though, as he slowly glided through my swollen tissues, the head of his shaft rubbing against my g-spot perfectly and prolonging it for as long as he could.
When it finally left, he surprised me by pulling out and bending me over the bed.
Taking my hands, he placed them firmly on the mattress. “Keep your hands here.”