Page 71 of Painting Her Fate

“You have been neglected long enough.” The bathroom lighting allows me to see a sliver of the minx hiding within.

“Christ. Now who’s teasing?” All breath leaves me as my cock slides deeper inside that she-devil mouth of hers.

God, that mouth. If only I could see her better.

A few bobs of her head then she releases me with a pop, “just thought I’d return the courtesy.” She hums a light laugh, her grip tight as she strokes.

I won’t last if we continue like this.

Take control, Zander.

I roll the condom on and coax her to lay back as I position myself on top of her. We play a little game of give and take as our tongues tangle and fight for dominance. Seems I’m losing the battle.

*Tsking* “Ah – Ah. On your back, soldier.” She commands, “It’s my turn.”

“Yes ma’am.” My grin says it all. I guess I can allow her the upper hand for a time, she’s been outstanding so far, why stop now?

She straddles me andmy God, how I yearn to see her alluring body.Damn lighting. Where is the clapper when you need it?

In one smooth motion she takes my cock in her hand and guides it to her entrance but pauses and I feel her thighs trembling. Little puffs of air pass her lips, her chest rising and falling quickly.

“I – *tight whisper* – I don’t –”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“Shhh.” She protests, then the tip of me is inside her.

A collective groan sounds in the space, her heat enveloping me as inch after inch is swallowed into her tight heat.Fuck. It’s taking everything I have not piston my hips and bury myself deep inside her sweet cunt.

“You feel so damn good.” I reassure and release the breath I held, just as she finished seating herself on my lap. She’s frozen in place, unmoving. Her eyes are closed, chest rapidly rising and falling, a furrow creasing her brow. “Talk to me, Lili,” I command, “what’s going on in that mind of yours?” I’m about to shift into high alert mode and end this when a pained whisper escapes her.

“Give me a minute.”

We sit in silence, the desire to touch her his strong, but I can sense she’s processing. There is an inner battle raging inside her and I’m mentally screaming for her to prevail.

She hides her face deeper in the shadows. Should I stop this? I’m holding out hope she doesn’t lash out.

Fight or flee; I know that motto all too well.

“You have control right now, Lili; take all the time you need. I’ve got you.”

I sit up, wanting to cup her face in both hands and plant a kiss to her pursed lips, but I refrain. She is needing this time to get secure, comfortable.

Before I can come up with possible scenarios of what might’ve made her this way, her shoulders relax, lips part on a sigh.

Like a guitar string strung too tight, she snaps; rocking her hips and taking from me what she wants. I’m more than fine with that. We move to a synchronized beat as she nuzzles my neck, sweet whispers fall from her lips.

“Je vous aime bien.” (I like you)She moans,“pas bon pour toi.” (Not good for you) Her breath hitches with every thrust of her hips, “je ne peux pas t’avoir” (Can’t have you) “baise-moi.” (Fuck me)

Her accent sends bolts of lust through me; not sure what the hell she said, but I’m into it.

She’s trembling, hands grip my forearms as her movements turn erratic. She’s silently pleading for more; a woman on the precipice of her climax, unable to get there by this alone.

We can’t have that, now, can we?

Reaching between us I rub her clit in rapid circles, I pinch and tease her nipple taut, feeling her slicken even more.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” She begs then bites where my neck meets the shoulder and I see fucking stars.So fucking good.

---