He took in her scent as she rested against him; lavender and something he couldn’t quite identify. His fingers traced along her skin and he smiled to himself as she tensed and relaxed in response to his touch. Her warmth melded to his body and he sighed.
She had been his now for only a few weeks, but she had learned the subtle cues he gave. Her hand moved to the back of his neck as he kissed gently at her pulse. His own hand gripped her arm, firm enough to give no doubt of his strength and control.
He pulled her, dragging her around to face him go give greater access to her neck. She turned her head, offering him greater access. The pulse in her neck quickened as he rapped his lips around her flesh and sucked hard, pulling the blood to the surface. It didn't take long for the weight of her body against him to inspire a firm bulge in his slacks.
His hands roamed her body, cupping and teasing her breast through her bra as he whispered his every desire in her ear. The way he would tease her for hours, or how he would make her beg for release upon his cock. Without warning, those same fingers slid down to trace the soft lips of her sex through her wet panties.
Her gasp filled his ear as she nuzzled into his neck and spread her legs for him. The lace of her panties was all that separated his fingers from her sex. Her breath returned to her in slow moan as he caressed her mound. Tracing those soft lips with his fingers through the thin fabric. Her cheeks moved against his aching bulge, sending jolts of pleasure through his spine. She tighten her grip on his jacket, the tremble of her body and the shortening of her breaths told how close she was to her own orgasm.
He stood her, hearing the whimper in her voice as he did, "Sir, please don't stop, I was so close." His teeth nipped at her neck, giving her the only warning she would get to do as she was directed. Her whimpering stopped and she took a deep breath to calm her heart. His hands caressed along her legs, gently roaming the curve of her hips before moving to cup her ass. Fingers kneading those soft orbs as he returned to sucking at the bend of her neck. Her moans were soft as he teased her, urging her down onto his knee.
She pressed herself down on his leg, knee firmly pressed against her mound as she began to rock her hips. The wet mound of her panties pushed against his slack covered leg, dragging back and forth as he kissed her. Teasing her fleshy cheeks, kneading them, pulling her to speed up the grinds against his thigh.
"That's it girl, work yourself on my thigh." he said quietly but firmly. She moaned again, holding onto his coat as she steadied herself. Her eyes locked in his, as she pleaded silently for her release.
He leaned back, watching her work herself against his leg as her hands dropped to his bulge. Tracing it's length with her fingers, then back up to his belt. Trembling as she pulled at the leather in hopes he would not stop her. She watched his eyes, ready to pull back but she didn't have to. The belt pulled free and she deftly popped his button and pulled down his zipper. She smiled to herself triumphantly as her fingers snaked into the waist of his boxers and pulled out his throbbing member.
His back arched as she dropped to the floor. All focus on her own needs forgotten as she moved to swirl her tongue across the tip of his cock. He knew then that he had her, and hoped she didn't realize just how much she had him in return.
Story by: MysterMitch
Photos by: MysterMitch
Furniture Used: ::WS:: Cuckold Armchair