Fourteen
FOURTEEN
ALEXANDER
M oonlight paved our way across the still water. In the near distance, lights from cabins reflected around the edge of the lake, glittering orange reflections surrounding us.
Francesca faced me, the moon highlighting the swell of her chest and the curve of her jaw. I’d intended to take her there on the island, to finally wrap myself up in her completely. But I’d underestimated the chill amongst the dampening grass. Already I regretted my decision to wait. Being near her was to be drowning in obsession. I craved her thoughts, her words, her attention, and her sweet, soft sighs.
‘Take off your panties,’ I demanded, curious to see whether she’d obey here in the middle of the lake.
Hesitating for only a moment, she shifted on the wooden bench seat, dragging them down over her hips. The colour was hard to make out in the moonlight, perhaps pink or a lavender?
I watched in greedy appreciation at the hiking of her dress, at the curve of her thighs and the arch of her calves. At the way she bit her lip as she balled the material up in one hand.
‘Give them to me.’ I fixed the oars, letting the boat float listlessly in the water, my own little cage for my pretty bird and I.
‘You want my panties?’ She asked, her face crinkling. She handed them over, still warm.
‘Need to see if that pussy of yours is aching for me yet. Mmm, just as I thought, the crotch is soaked already.’
She squirmed on the seat, her dress tucked underneath to protect her from the old wood.
Well… it wouldn’t protect her from my old wood.
Lifting her panties to my face, I inhaled her scent, my eyes closing briefly as I did. Her aghast face met me when I opened them.
‘Did you just… smell my underwear?’
‘I did.’
‘Why?’
‘Because I’m obsessed with every little piece of you. Now pull your dress up and spread your thighs for me, baby. I want to see your sweet cunt.’
Watching her struggle between wanting to obey, and the embarrassment of doing so on the open water had me hard before she’d moved an inch.
‘Wide.’
Francesca jerked her legs open, spreading them for me.
‘Damn,’ I groaned. ‘You’re such a sight, Francesca. Glistening in the moonlight for me.’
‘Do you think it’s pretty?’ She asked.
‘Devastatingly.’
Her back arched with pleasure at the word. Presenting herself for me like a perfect little slut.
‘Touch yourself for me.’
‘I… I’m not very good at doing that. Can’t you just come here and touch me?’
‘I want to watch you, baby. You can do it for me. Start small, take your fingers and circle your clit, nice and slow.’
Even under the moonlight, her blush deepened when she followed my directions. At first, restraint marred the movement of her fingers, physically following directions, but fighting the pleasure they brought.
‘There’s a good girl,’ I encouraged with a soft but firm voice. ‘You’re going to keep going until I can’t resist you any longer, and then, when you’re nice and wet, you can come over here and sit on my cock.’
A darling little moan tumbled from her lips, her fingers quickening.
‘That’s it. Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.’
My praise enhanced her eagerness, her strokes emboldening.
‘Ass to the edge of the bench. Show me.’
God damn. My dick pressed against my pants hard enough to ache.
This girl. This goddamned little temptress.
Whimpers cascaded from her lips, and I thumbed the head of my dick through my pants.
‘Push your fingers in, Frankie. Deeper. Come on, do it properly. Curl them up against that spot where you need me most.’
What a fucking sight. Hair falling over her chest, legs splayed, and fucking her sweet little cunt for me. The dull lap of water against the boat contrasted with the soaked sound of her fingers slipping in and out of her.
‘You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘I love it when you look at me like you want me more than anything else.’
‘How badly do you want me to fuck you, Frankie? Tell me what a dirty little fucktoy you want to be.’
The guttural sound she made had me grinning.
‘That’s it. Be a noisy slut for me. I love your whimpers and moans. They make me so fucking hard for you, baby.’
‘Can I see?’ she begged before biting her lower lip at her salacious request.
‘You want to watch me stroke myself? To see how much you turn my on when you fuck that pretty cunt for me?’
‘Please?’
‘How could I deny such a slutty request?’
Unzipping my pants, I released my engorged dick. Frankie’s eyes widened, her tongue darting along her lower lip. So hungry . Like a pot that boiled for too long, super-heated and ready to explode. My idiot son hadn’t seen her potential. Hadn’t seen the woman just effervescing below the surface, looking for someone to open a release valve.
I circled the head of my cock, stroking slowly, her eyes following every movement.
‘Can you hear it?’ I groaned. ‘Can you hear how fucking wet you are? Listen, baby. Absolutely dripping for me.’
‘I’m going to come,’ she whimpered, the strain evident in her voice.
‘No, you’re not. Not until I’m inside you. Put those fingers in your mouth, taste your own desperation.’
‘Please?’
‘Now.’
With an adorably angry grunt, she moved her wet fingers to her mouth.
‘Suck them, Sweetie. Pretend they’re my cock. Show me what you’d do if you were on your knees.’
Her eyebrows furrowed as she pressed her hot tongue between her fingers, lapping at her wetness.
‘Such a mess. You taste so perfect, it pains me to let you lick it all. Come here and let me have some.’
Francesca’s dress fluttered back around her thighs as she tentatively made her way over the picnic basket to kneel in front of me. Taking my free hand, I gripped her wrist, raising her fingers to my mouth.
‘Fuckkkk,’ I moaned at the heady scent of her desire.
Even in the scant light of the moon, I saw her pupils dilate. Maintaining eye contact, I sucked her two fingers into my mouth, delighting in the salty but sweet taste. Her chest rose in quick little puffs as I teased her fingers.
‘I adore making you squirm.’ I dropped her hand and grasped her chin, tilting her face up. ‘Come here and give me a kiss.’
She obliged, her chest scraping the swollen head of my dick as she kneeled to graze my lips.
She had me too wound up to be soft.
Wrapping my hand in her hair, I kissed her with all the heat bubbling up inside me, demanding with tongue and lips until she turned into a slutty little puddle in my hands.
‘Take me in your hand. Show me what a useful little fucktoy you can be.’
She didn’t hesitate; her kisses became harried as she wrapped a hand around my dick, moaning eagerly. ‘Am I just a fucktoy?’
‘There’s no just . Tonight, you are mine. My toy to use, to please, to delight. Mine to taste and fuck and enjoy.’
‘Oh, god,’ she whimpered. ‘And tomorrow?’
‘Tomorrow you’ll be all that and more. Still a wonderful, smart woman. Just one who’s been thoroughly fucked .’
Damn. She worked my cock until precum seeped between her fingers. I had to slow her down. Coming in my pants once was enough. I’d be every inch deep before I let myself succumb.
‘Hands behind your back,’ I half growled.
Pouting, she placed them behind her as I nudged her knees apart. I gripped her hair again with one hand while circling her swollen clit with the other.
‘Oh, yes. That feels good, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes. So good.’ Her words wavered as her eyes hooded, her back arching as she offered herself to me.
‘Tell me, baby.’
‘I love your fingers. You always know just what to do with them.’
‘I do. And you’re so responsive to them. I see you arching for more.’
‘Alexander,’ she whimpered, her breath catching as I pressed two fingers into her.
‘There’s a good girl. You can take it.’
Her lips parted, and I sank my mouth over them, eagerly swallowing each sordid little moan.
‘I can’t wait to fill you up, sweet girl. To sink my cock inside and feel you wrap around me. You’re going to be so hot and wet for me, aren’t you?’
‘Yessss…’
‘Grind your hips. Show me how you’ll please me with this hot body.’
Her hips ground against my hand, her desire pooling there.
‘Mmm, impressive. Harder, Princess, make me need to slide you over my cock.’ The fruity smell of her perfume lingered with the salty scent of her need. Fuck, I had to have her. Possessing her clouded my every sense. Being next to her was no longer enough.
‘I need to be inside you. Reach into the picnic basket and get a condom for me.’
‘No.’
Her flat out refusal caught me off guard, my fingers stilling their onslaught between her thighs.
‘Pardon?’
‘I want to feel you. All of you.’
‘Such a desperate little cumslut that you want me bare?’ Interesting .
‘I need it. I want you to fill me up in a way no other man ever has.’
There it was. Her words ignited a fire inside me. The urge to claim her, mark her with my cum deep inside that hot little cunt.
‘Birth control?’ I demanded.
‘Yes. And I’ve always used condoms before. You?’
‘Clean.’ I didn’t make a habit of fucking around. Not for a long time. Not until her.
‘Come here. Over my lap.’
Francesca rested her hands on my shoulder, her knees on either side of my hips. I lined her up, holding her dress up around her waist to see us in our full glory.
Grasping my cock, I rubbed it against her clit, loving the way she wriggled.
‘Is this where you need me?’
Her whimper sent a thrill up my spine.
‘Yes. Alexander,’ her voice quivered. ‘Please.’
I pressed to her entrance, looking up at her glorious face, her jaw slackening in pure ecstasy.
‘Take it in, sweet one. Take it all.’
I saw blistering stars at the intense pleasure her hot, sweet cunt wrapped me in. Our breath mingled in a overwhelming mess of moans as she sank over the tip, ready to take every fucking inch.