I’m so fascinated with her I don’t care.
She stops before me and when her gaze drops to my straining cock, I smile at the flush in her cheeks that sweeps down her elegant neck.
I reach for her and she straddles me sliding down on to my cock as I push into her.
The half pained, half pleasure filled look on her face is something I never want to forget.
On her it’s a beauty worth more than any amount of money.
She bites back a moan and I catch her face.
“Don’t do that,” I warn.
“Why?” she breathes.
“I want to hear it. I want you to give yourself to me. I want you to come undone completely and hold nothing back. Now fuck me the way you want to or get on your knees and let me do it.”
With that warning, permission, whatever she wants to call it, she starts to move. Her little hips move over mine and I take her waist so she can bounce up and down on my cock.
I rest back against the chair and allow her to ride me and give herself to me she does. Exactly the way I want.
It’s not long before the nerves go and whatever warnings flee her mind. The woman starts riding my cock like she needs me to survive. Like she can’t get enough.
I can’t either and I can’t control myself when my balls tighten, and I tighten my grasp on her waist and start to fuck her hard.
“I’m coming,” she moans throwing her head back.
“Come for me,” I command, and she comes and takes me with her.
I blow into her as her walls wrap around my cock and milk me dry.
We both cry out as the climax takes us and the wild crazy thrill that ripples around us charges the air with electricity. I know she can feel it too.
She grasps my shoulders and her hair falls forward over her face in sexy strands of sunlight.
I push it away and we kiss.
The heat of her lips on mine is something I’ll never grow tired of, nor the way she feels in my arms. Small and fragile, yet strong and full of life bursting to live.
I move away from her lips and stare at her, still uncertain of what to do.
The only difference between now and days ago is how I feel, and the warning I’m supposed to heed is to watch it.
Be careful of feeling anything, because the last time I felt this way, I got burned. I couldn’t protect what was mine.
I pick her off me, instantly dismissing those emotions and she moves to the bed to grab the sheet to cover herself.
I pull up my boxers and look at her. I have to leave to actually start the day, but I’m supposed to keep up the wall, so she knows I’m still in control and she’s still my prisoner, even if the lines are blurring between us.
“I’m going to be away for the entire day,” I say.
“Where are you going?” she replies to my surprise.
I stare back at her searching her eyes. “Work. Make sure you eat. Be ready for me when I get home. You hear me, angel’skoye lichiko?”
“I hear you.”
I grab my clothes and leave.