Page 39 of Sticky Fingers
“Untie me.”
Her voice is demanding as she tries to bully me, but as she looks into my eyes, begging me, I can feel myself caving.
“So you can run?” I punctuate my question with another caress between her legs, hitting her little button firmly and watching her arch and wiggle. So fucking good.
“Why run when I can touch you, too?” She might be trying to play me, but her words are fucking music to my ears.
I don’t want to leave her tied up for our first sexual encounter, you know? There will be enough time in the future for that…but right now, I don’t want anything between us.
Sitting up, I move behind her and quickly untie the ruined shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Pulling her back against my chest, I lean against the headboard and cage her in my arms.
“You’re done hiding from me?” I ask as I cup her full tits and squeeze them gently, loving the way they look from above over her shoulder.
Grinding my cock against her soft backside, she arches suggestively and presses her firm globes into my hands.
“You couldn’t catch me if I was in front of your face,” she coos as she pulls away slightly.
She reaches into her pants and pulls out a button.
“It’s a remote for a tight beam small diameter sonic blast,” she says. “I dropped it in your living room when I came over. It would have knocked you out.”
“And you too,” I say confidently.
Then my face falls.
Sonia takes out two very unobtrusive ear plugs.
“I would have been fine,” she says with a smile.
“You’re not going to use it?” I ask, genuinely impressed at this point.
She shakes her head.
“Good,” I say as I get closer. “Because the only sonic blasts in this apartment tonight are going to come from you when I have my way with you.”
“Oh?” she says and turns in my arms before reaching down to pull her sports bra over her head.
Her tits sway enticingly in my face, and I cup and pull one pert nipple into my mouth. They’re a beautiful coral color and pucker expectantly. I enjoy the way she moans as I squeeze and knead them.
Sinking down to rub her warm, legging-covered pussy against me, she begins to slide and grind on my throbbing cock.
“Yeah, baby,” I tell her. “You’ll be making noises that only birds and dogs can hear by the time I’m done with you.”
She coos in pleasure.
Sonia Sawyer.
At last, in my bed and begging for my cock.
