Page 64 of My Lord
When I stepped away her eyes were hooded with desire, her lips plumped, and her hair tangled. I held out my hand and, still in silence, I led her to the bedroom.
While she stood, I kneeled. I ran my hands up her legs, circling my fingers behind her knees. I licked her skin, tasting the body moisturiser she used, inhaling her scent. When my hands reached her hips, I gently slipped my fingers under the band of her panties and very slowly lowered them. I licked and nipped at her inner thighs close to where I wanted to be but teasing.
Gabriella grabbed handfuls of my hair and she parted her legs, lowering her pussy closer to my face. I ran my nose over her opening, her clitoris, smelling her. I wanted all my senses filled by her. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris, and she gripped harder. I ran my hands up her backside, digging my fingers into her flesh and forcing her closer as I lapped and gently took her clitoris between my teeth. She moaned out as I did. I flicked the end of my tongue over the sensitive flesh and felt her legs shake gently. She thrust her pelvis closer, pulled on my hair, demanding more.
I stood, denying her what she wanted, and she grabbed my face, kissed my lips, licked her juices from my chin, and I pulled back. Denying was one of my favourite things.
“Alex, please,” she whispered.
I didn’t speak but I did circle her. I trailed a finger over her collarbone, her shoulder, and across her back to her spine. I slid my finger down, pushing between her arse cheeks until I found her opening. I swiped my finger over and back up. Her breath hitched in her throat.
I continued to walk until I faced her again. Her eyes were closed so I clicked my fingers to gain her attention.
Her eyelids sprang open. “Alex,” she whispered, again.
“What do you want me to do to you, Gabriella?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
“I want you inside me.”
I pursed my lips as if in thought. Just fucking her wasn’t ever enough. I had an idea. I walked to my wardrobe and retrieved a tie. I twirled my fingers until she understood I wanted her to turn away from me. I grabbed one wrist and secured it to the other behind her back. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so I could look down on her.
“Okay?” I whispered. She nodded.
I walked her to the bed and pushed her body until she bent at the waist. I kicked at her ankles until she parted her legs more. I pulled my shirt over my head and peeled off my jeans then stood behind her. I ran my fingers down her back, watching goosebumps appear on her skin. I held her tied wrists and I spanked her arse with my palm. She gasped with surprise and followed that with a moan. Her flesh pinked and I gently massaged it. I crouched down and licked. My tongue circled her skin and cooled the heat. I nipped, leaving marks, and sucked. When her arse cheeks had had enough attention from me, I stood upright. I held my cock and I slowly slid my hand up and down the shaft, holding the head at her entrance. I rubbed over her clitoris.
She turned her head to one side, her hair fanned out, and in just her bra, stockings, and high heels, bent double over my bed, she was a sight to behold. I wanted to capture the image in a photograph for nights without her, but my memory would have to be good enough.
When I thrust my cock inside her, she wasn’t expecting it. She slid over the bed. I held her wrists and one hip and I fucked her hard. I fucked her fast, then slow, rotating and adding a finger or two. I fingered her arse while forcing my cock to go as deep as I could. She cried out in pleasure and demanded more. I reached around her, teased her clitoris at the same time and then she came.
She forced her body back onto me as she cried out. Tendrils of hair had stuck to her damp forehead as she tried to look over her shoulder.
“I want more, Alex,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“My lady will get what she wants, always,” I replied, grunting out the words as I moved in and out of her still.
Sweat dripped from my forehead, blurring my vision and stinging my eyes. It ran down my chest and between my shoulder blades. I pulled out of her, flipped her over so her back was on the bed and her legs dangled off. I fell to my knees and while I pleasured myself, I lapped up her cum. I sucked on her hard. I bit the skin around her opening, loving the swelling that followed.
I grabbed her thighs and raised them, placing them around my waist and she tightened her grip. I pushed into her again. She cried out, that time in discomfort, I thought. I stilled.
“It’s okay,” she said.
She would be sore after myfeastingand it was the friction that I wanted her to feel. The warmth would drive her mad, I hoped. I was correct. As I pumped into her, she arched her body. She threw her head back and screamed out, still she demanded more. I don’t think I’d ever fucked someone so hard and fast before. My legs shook, my arms did the same. My abs ached, and my heart pumped so fast I feared it might arrest. I gulped down air and held back my orgasm until she’d done so a second time. When I could hold back no more, I let go. My body went rigid as I spurted my cum inside her. It filled her, running back out and down to her arse. I slowed, until I eventually pulled out.
It was all I could do to make it to the bed where I collapsed beside her. I pulled her to face me, using one hand to untie her and she wrapped her arms around me. She wrapped her leg over mine and we lay facing each other without speaking, just trying to regulate our breathing. We fell asleep in that position, across the bed, on top of the duvet, coated in sweat and cum.
An hour or so later I woke. Gabriella still slept in my arms. Her make-up was smudged, lipstick stained her cheek and mascara had rubbed onto the skin under her eyes. Her hair had tangles, and to me, she looked just as sexy as she did when she first stripped for me. I untangled myself from her arms and walked to the bathroom. I turned the taps and ran the bath, picking up a band that Gabriella had left on the sink when she’d visited before.
I returned to the bedroom and I removed her shoes and stockings. Gabriella stirred. She stretched, winced, and smiled, still partly asleep. I unclipped her bra and she held her hands up as I slid it off. I then scooped her up in my arms and she wrapped hers around my neck, resting her head on my chest.
“Is it morning?” she asked, sleepily.
“No, but it is clean up time,” I said, chuckling.
I let her down and she stood, a little unsteadily at first. I gathered up her hair and tied a ponytail on the top of her head, impressed as it was the first time I’d ever done one. I turned off the taps and then climbed into the bath. I held out a hand and she climbed in, sitting between my legs. She rested back against me and I kissed the top of her head.
We sat and allowed the hot water to soothe us, initially. I gently cupped water and let it fall through my fingers over her chest. She hummed with pleasure. I reached for the gel and squirted some, rubbing my palms together to create a foam. I started at her throat, gently running my hands over her skin, moving down her chest and to her breasts. I massaged slowly, letting my fingertips circle her nipples that had puckered under my touch.
A small moan escaped her lips and she covered my hand with one of her own, squeezing.
