12. Lauren
12
LAUREN
Okay, so I was totally expecting sex when he invited me here for dinner. It was sort of a given after our interludes at work. I wasn't, however, expecting everything to go exactly how my heart needed it to—his agreeing that we had a chance at something and being open to the idea that there could be more here. And meeting his daughter was an added bonus. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders and we really hit it off.
But this? Stripping for him again and perching on the top of his dresser, this was like exclusive bonus content custom-made for me. I did a little striptease as I undressed, though not as graphic as the last one. David sat on the bed undoing the fly of his slacks to free his swelling dick, and he watched as each item of clothing fell to the ground until I was completely naked and ready to climb on the dresser to put myself on display as he ordered me.
"No, leave the heels," he growled, and I watched him slide his dick out of his pants and begin stroking. This voyeur fantasy he had sort of pushed my buttons. For some reason, I liked him watching me do naughty things too.
"Yes, sir," I told him and then I slid my feet back into the heels and hoisted my body onto the dresser. My legs dangled at first. I wasn’t sure what to do with them. I'd never been with a man who liked this sort of thing, so it was all new to me.
"Open the top drawers. Rest your feet on the edges." He nodded at the dresser, and I got the idea. I cracked the top drawers and rested the heels of my shoes on them, effectively using them as stirrups, which was doubly hot. I pictured my nasty little doctor playboy commanding me to get in the stirrups of an exam table so he could ravage me.
When I was in position with my knees spread, bracing myself with the heels of my hands planted on the smooth wood behind me, he groaned in enjoyment. His hand stroked his dick, bringing it to full mast, and his eyes were nothing but flames of desire.
"Now, touch yourself," he commanded softly.
I let out a shaky breath, but I was more than happy to comply. I dipped my hand down and slid my fingers through my wet folds, coating them in the moisture that had pooled since we climbed into his bed. I slipped one finger inside myself and moaned around the intrusion as he stroked himself harder. I could only imagine how his dick would feel inside me, stretching me out and claiming me as his own again.
"Yes, just like that," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you like touching yourself for me?"
"Oh, God, yes," I whimpered, my hips bucking against my hand as I fingered myself sloppily. The moisture was ridiculous, so much so that I almost couldn’t feel things. When I brought my fingers to my lips to suck them clean, he grunted and shut his eyes momentarily.
“My God, woman, you turn me on.” David stroked a bit and then waited, pressing his thumb over the end of his dick, then said, “Do it again. Really give it to yourself.” His pupils were blown wide, his breathing ragged and labored.
I obeyed, using two fingers this time and adding a bit more pressure, curling them in the way I knew would make me come the fastest. It was like nothing I’d ever done before, masturbating in front of someone. It was so much more intimate than just having sex. This was so dirty and erotic and I loved it.
“You like when I touch my pussy?” I asked him, and he began stroking again, faster.
"That's it," he encouraged, his dick standing at attention as he watched my every move. "Show me how much you want it."
His words were like a flame to the fire and my orgasm barreled toward me. I looked him in the eyes as I came apart, my moans filling the room and echoing off the walls. He was transfixed on me, his dick in his hand, jerking himself off furiously, his chest heaving. At some point, I let my eyes shut, but I couldn’t stop the spasms or the moans, and I heard him stroking himself the whole time.
When the strongest convulsions were done, I opened my eyes back up and saw him wiping precum from his dick. My legs felt weak. I didn’t dare try to stand up or I’d fall flat on my face and humiliate myself. But I didn’t need to move. David stood and painstakingly slowly undid one button at a time on his shirt. I hadn’t seen him shirtless yet. In fact, other than watching him pull his dick from his pants to stroke himself, I hadn’t seen any part of his body naked other than his face. I wasn’t disappointed.
His chest was defined, firm muscle beneath a crop of salt-and-pepper chest hair. He took care of his body and it showed. The way his ribbed abs flexed as he moved turned me on. I found myself touching again, keeping the arousal going.
“You like this?” he asked, and I whimpered and nodded. He pushed his slacks down too, baring his hips and thighs, then stepped out of the shoes, slacks, and boxers. He stood a few feet away from me fully nude, stroking his dick and looking down at my dripping core. “You want me in you?”
“My God, stop torturing me.” The ache was unbearable, even after one climax.
But instead of settling between my thighs and sliding into me, David lowered himself to his knees and gripped me around the backs of my thighs, bringing his face inches from my pussy. His warm breath dusted my sensitive parts, and I removed my fingers and trembled in desire.
“Tell me to eat you,” he ordered.
“David, eat me. I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” My legs were quivering, my pussy hurting so much I almost grabbed his head and pulled it in.
He chuckled, and his tongue darted out to tease my clit, causing me to gasp. “Beg for it.”
“David, please,” I whined.
A moan tumbled from my lips when he clamped his mouth around my clit and sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue, sending me to the edge again. I was so sensitive from the orgasm minutes ago. This one would be ten times more intense.
"That's it, baby," he groaned into my core as his tongue lapped up every drop of my cum. "I want to hear you beg for more."
"Oh, God," I moaned as he did something with his tongue that had me clenching around nothing. "David, yes, don't stop!"
He chuckled and did it again, this time with a little more pressure. I threw my head back, and my fingernails dug into the wood of the dresser as an intense orgasm ripped through me, much more powerful than the last one. I shuddered and trembled, my pussy clenching down on nothingness as I begged for more.
"David!" I screamed, my pussy so sensitive that it hurt. "Oh, Christ’s sake, David!"
He pulled his head away from me and stood up. He gripped himself in one hand and aimed his hard length at my core. The head of his dick teased my entrance, sending a new wave of need through me.
"Do you want this?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
My breathing was uneven, but I managed to nod. "Yes, please.”
"Do you want me inside you?" he asked, running his tip along my folds.
"Yes," I moaned, arching my hips toward him. "Please."
Without hesitation, he pushed into me slowly but firmly, filling me completely with one smooth stroke. My body instinctively bucked against him as waves of pleasure washed over me.
"You're so tight," he grunted as he started to move in and out of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me as our bodies moved together in perfect sync. David's hands gripped my hips tightly as he picked up the pace, driving into me harder and faster. I could feel another orgasm building within me, and it wasn't long before need hit with such intensity that I thought I might pass out. My head pressed against the wall, a foot slid from its perch on the dresser, and then I was lost in the sensations. Lost in the bottomless hunger that was my lust.
“Don’t you dare stop. My God, I’m so close.” The third one would top the previous two. My toes were curled in my shoes, and the howl was ready to erupt from my gut.
“Oh, God, I’m so close…” He grunted, and his fingers dug into my thighs, his hot breath on my chest. He bit down on my neck, and it sent me toppling over the edge.
"David, don’t stop!" I screamed, my nails digging into his back as my third orgasm of the night crashed over me. It was like a wave crashing over me, taking me under and pulling me up again with an intense force. I could feel every muscle in my body tense and release, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through me.
David growled out a guttural moan, and his hips stilled as he came inside me. His body shook with the force of his orgasm, and I felt him throbbing against my inner walls as he released, filling me up. I leaned forward, holding him against my body, and I dropped my head to his shoulder as I felt his load begin to drain out of me.
"Oh, God," I groaned, half drunk on the euphoric feeling and unable to articulate my shock. "What did we just do?"
David was silent for a second, his hands still gripping my hips, before he said, "You told me not to stop. I'm sorry, Lauren, I…"
"It's okay," I said, cutting him off. This was my fault. I did tell him not to stop. I was chasing that orgasm, so desperate to come. "It's okay…" But in the back of my mind, I was already imagining how a pregnancy would make my life ten times harder, how expensive babies were. "It's okay," I told him, but did I really believe that?