Page 33 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
He brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs and began rubbing her just where she needed it.“All right if I move?”he choked out.
“Y-yes,” she panted, suddenly looking none too in control herself.
He began to thrust, rubbing her rosebud the whole while.He managed to go slowly at first, but it was hard to maintain any semblance of control.Gwen was like a fuckinggoddess, her arse so plump and tempting, and she felt like heaven wrapped around his cock.
He glanced up drunkenly, wondering if he was pounding her too hard, only to see an expression of pure bliss on her face.
She caught his eye in the mirror.“It feels even better,” she gasped.“When you’re inside me!”
His brain was a bit scrambled, but he managed to parse that.“Evenbetter, you say?”
“Mmm-hmm.”Her cheeks flushed, but he could tell he was making her feel too good for her to be too embarrassed about what she’d just revealed.
“Why, Gwendolyn, you naughty thing!You’ve been diddling yourself, haven’t you?”
She sighed, her expression one of pure bliss.“I have.I had this… dream…”
She trailed off, her cheeks pinkening.Tom wasn’t about to let her stop there.“What was this dream about?”
She looked a little bashful as she met his gaze in the mirror, but mostly her expression was one of pleasure.“It was about you, of course.I woke up, and…”
“And?”he prompted, moving faster, her words making him want to come.
“And my hand was already between my thighs.”She flushed even more.“And I knew I shouldn’t, but it feltso good, that I…”
“I’ve a pretty good idea what you did,” he said, his voice dark.He gave her a few hard thrusts.“How often do you do it?”
She squirmed against him.“E-every night.”
He gave her a little pinch on her clit, and she squealed.“And who do you think of when you have your hand between your thighs?”
She closed her eyes, but her smile was dreamy.“You.Always you.”
“Fucking…” He trailed off, struggling not to come right then and there.He managed to wrest control of himself.“You feel better than anything.”
“Do I?”she asked, her voice breathy.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had in my life,” he said honestly.“I’m going to make you come sofuckinghard.”
She didn’t seem to object to that plan, because she allowed him to pull her up so she was kneeling upright.Her eyes went wide as she saw the picture the two of them made in the mirror.
Tom kept his right hand working between her legs, but he brought his left hand up to cup one of her bouncing breasts.“God, these tits.Make me hard as a fucking stone.I’ve been dreaming about them for the last six months, and all I had for relief was my own hand.Do you see what you’re doing to me, Gwen?Do you see how you’re driving me out of my fuckingmind?”
“Tom!”she gasped.“Oh, please, Tom, I need to come!”
He put two fingers on her clit, shaking his wrist.“You’re going to come, all right.I want to feel it.I want to feel you throbbing around my cock.”
Her head was thrashing back and forth.“Tom!”she cried.“I… You’re going to make me…”
She cried out then, and her body was wracked with spasms as she came apart in his arms.Tom stopped trying to resist and let her throbbing pussy pull him along, too.He gave a guttural shout as he came inside her.His cock pulsed as his big body shook, his mind going blank with pleasure.
When he was again aware of anything, he found that Gwen had collapsed in front of him, arse in the air.She slid off his softening cock with a slurping sound.Catching his eye in the mirror, she giggled.
He laughed too, climbing on the bed and curling his body around hers.She felt soft and warm and perfect in his arms.“Christ, that was good.”
“It really was, wasn’t it?”she asked sleepily.
“Here,” he said, peeling back one corner of the counterpane, figuring she would want to go to sleep.
