I pull my t-shirt over my head as I kneel on the bed, and she moves up higher, her hand bracing against the bed head, her breasts, her goddamned fuckable breasts exposed to me completely. I pull the dress down her legs and trace my fingers over the soft purple cotton panties covering her from me.
“God, Anca.” I say, feeling the fullness of her lips against the fabric.
“Hmmm, Marius, stop playing,” she murmurs.
“Oh, baby, there’s no chance of that. My job is to play and make beautiful music, remember?” I whisper into her ear as I lean over her, my fingers hooking into her panties and pulling them down. She lifts her hips, helping me help her get naked. “And I’m going to make you whimper and moan and scream and beg until you’re hoarse. You’re my instrument, darling. And I’ve been waiting a lifetime to play you.”
With my last words, I dip the tip of my finger inside her, and she arches against me. I hold her wrists against the headboard with one hand as I ease my finger all the way inside her. She groans, and it matches mine when I realize how tight she is.
This witch has me spellbound for life.
“Marius… please,” she begs me softly, my name like syrup spilling from her lips.
“‘Please’ what, darling?” I murmur into her ear as my finger delves deeper into her, feeling her warm, wet, softness squeeze around me, giving me a preview of what’s to come for my cock.
Her eyes close and her head shakes from side to side on the pillow as her hips rise again, pushing against the hand playing with her sex, getting her ready.
“Say it, Anca, I want to hear you say it,” I urge her, my need growing so fast, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out on my threat that I will tease her until she begs me for it.
My thumb reaches for her clit, circling it gently for a moment before running the tip over it. Her whole body jumps and her eyes fly open, her tongue darting out to run over her lips.
“Marius!”
I grin at her, her reaction to my touch on her most sensitive spot.
“Yes, darling?”
“Stop playing…”
“And…?” I prompt.
She reaches for the back of my neck and pulls my face to hers, pushing her mouth against mine, kissing me so hard my teeth graze the inside of my lips. But I don’t care. This is the Anca I want, alive, filled with need and lust… for me.
I pull away and she looks at me as if I’ve betrayed her.
“And…?” I prompt her again. “Stop playing and what Anca?”
Her eyes narrow, as if she can’t believe I’m making her talk at a time like this, like I’m a dickhead for wasting time when I could be giving us both what we want.
My thumb runs over her clit again, and she moans.
“Fuck. Marius!”
“Yes darling?”
“Fuck!”
“Fuck what?”
“Fuck ME, you goddamn fucking asshole!”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh, which gets me an evil glare from her.
I lean over and kiss her softly, before whispering into her ear, “As you wish, my sweet, sexy girl, as you wish.”
Reaching for the condom, I quickly tear it open and slide it over me, careful not to linger. I already don’t think I’ll be able to last too long inside her.
I lift her legs, spreading them to rest on either side of my hips.
She doesn’t take her eyes off mine, and I promise myself not to ever break her gaze. I want to watch her, watch every single expression on her face.
I ease forward, running my fingertip along the soft, silky skin of her inner thighs. God, she feels so fucking divine. My fingers run to the soft plump lips of her sex and hold them open as I press forward with my hips, the tip of my hardness pressing against her.
“I want you so much, Anca. You can’t even imagine how much I want you, want this.”
She reaches up to run her fingernails lightly over my face and it makes my skin tingle.
I take one last breath and slam my hips forward, my cock driving all the way into her.
I hear a roar, but I don’t know if it’s from me or her.
I pull out and slam myself back into her again.
I watch as her head fall back against the pillow.
“No, don’t look away, I want to watch you come, Anca.” I tell her as I piston my cock in and out of her.
Her brow furrows as she struggles to open her eyes, her hand reaching up over her head to steady herself against the headboard as I thrust against her, her sex taking every inch of me.
“Oh fuck, yes. Marius, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she moans, her eyes dark and filled with lust.
“I know, baby, god, I know, we’ve wasted so much time,” I grunt as my hands come down to grip her hips, anchoring her so I can fuck her harder. I’m losing all sense of reality as the sheer pleasure of being inside her, making love to her, fucking he, r takes over.
“Anca…” I can just hear myself whimper. I’m so close, already, damn, what has she done to me?
I feel her move under me, her legs bending, and suddenly she’s squeezing me even tighter. The breath catches in my throat.
“I’m going to come, Marius…” she tells me, promises me, threatens me.
And the thought sparks fireworks in my brain.
“Come, darling, come for me. I want to watch you, feel you,” I struggle to say between my own ragged breaths.
I reach out to touch her cheek, a tender moment before the deluge.
She turns her face and grazes her teeth over the soft pad of my thumb.
“Come, Anca, now,” I tell her. And she obeys.
Unable to keep her eyes on me, her whole body tenses her hips lifting from the bed, her back arching, pushing herself as far onto my cock as she can.
“FUCK!!! Oh god!” She screams as I bite down on the inside of my cheek, holding back my own orgasm until she’s done. I don’t want to miss a single moment.
I watch as she shakes as tremors wrack through her torso, over and over until she falls back onto the bed. I can’t wait any longer I grip her thighs and drive myself faster and faster into her until I feel every muscle of my body tense so hard it hurts and then release.
“Ahhh! Fuck. Anca. Baby!”
“I’m here, Marius,” she murmurs, with the last of her strength, urging me on.
I fall against her when I’m finally empty, collapsing into a heap of sweat and satisfaction.