Sinner Chapter 8 #3
“Thank fuck,” I muttered, causing her to giggle.
“Do I get the same permission?” she asked.
“Whatever you want,” I answered.
My answer had her leaning back, putting more space between us.
Her hands ran down my pecs to my stomach and then to my waistband, where my shirt was tucked into my jeans.
Anastasia tugged on it until she freed the hem with a bit of help from me.
The next move she made was to pull my shirt up over my head.
She dropped it on her lounger. If I thought she was done, I was wrong.
Her next move was to tug her top up and off.
Leaving her in her bra. Her eyes met mine. They were filled with desire.
“I’ll leave the bra for you to take care of.”
And just like that, she was caressing my pecs, teasing my nipples. Not willing to be left behind, I found and undid the clasp on her bra. I pushed the straps off her shoulders and let them hang to her elbows.
In the light of the surrounding lights, which thankfully, no building was directly next to us to see what we were doing, not that I cared, I gazed at her breasts.
They were golden like her face, arms, tummy, and upper chest. Her areolas were a darker brown.
Her nipples were tight buds, begging for attention that I was more than happy to give them.
Cupping and gently kneading one breast, I leaned into her and sucked the other one into my mouth. Anastasia gasped, arching her back, causing her breast to slip deeper into my mouth. I sucked first, then eased enough to thrash the hard nub repeatedly with my tongue. She gasped louder.
I tweaked her other nub between my thumb and forefinger, making a slight twisting motion. Her breath rushed out of her as she whimpered. However, she didn’t remain my captive. The next thing I knew, her hands were flicking and even lightly scraping across my nubs, causing me to moan.
When she twisted mine as I had hers, I grunted. Letting the breast in my mouth go, I pressed both together with my hands, which allowed me to lavish both with attention. I switched back and forth whenever the notion hit me. Anastasia’s pants grew louder. I couldn’t get enough of them.
But what made me really go wild was when she slid a hand from my nipple down across the ridges of my stomach to the waist of my jeans.
Except Anastasia didn’t stop there. Instead, she continued until her hand rested over the aching lump pressing into my zipper.
I growled, and without conscious thought, I bucked my hips off the lounge chair, driving my cock into the palm of her hand.
Anastasia responded by squeezing around it.
I broke away from both breasts and flung back my head to pant as fire streaked throughout my body as she continued kneading and then rubbing back and forth over my erection.
“F-fuck, Anastasia, God, baby, that feels so good, but you can’t keep doing that,” I warned her hoarsely.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll come in my jeans. I’m trying hard to be good here. You’d drive a saint to strip you naked and feast on you in every way, and I’m not a saint.”
She giggled. “Reign, if that’s meant to make me stop, I hate to tell you, your words are only making me want to do more,” she warned.
“Please, I’m trying so hard not to rush you. I’ve been a gentleman before tonight. I don’t want to make you do anything you’re not ready for,” I confessed.
Her mouth found my ear. She whispered raggedly. “If I don’t want something, I’ll tell you. Unless I do, go for it.” A sharp nip on my earlobe followed her words.
“Be sure,” I pleaded.
My eyes rolled back in my head when she moved her hand, then dropped her crotch down on my erection. Anastasia ground her thinly clad pussy against my cock. I felt the trickle of precum inside my jeans. Her head went back, and she moaned. Her hips circled and then bucked on top of me.
Wildness raced throughout my body and brain.
Without conscious thought, my hand went to the button on her cotton shorts.
I unbuttoned it, then tugged the zipper down.
When she didn’t object, I watched her face as I slid my hand down into her shorts, underneath her satiny panties, and onto her scorching hot pussy.
Her cry was loud but not an objection. A scant thin trail of soft hair gave way to hot, wet pussy lips. I rubbed a finger up and down her slit, bumping over her clit. Her nails sank into my pec on one side and my abs on the other.
“God, you’re so fucking soft, slick, and hot. Still okay?” I asked.
Her frantic head nod was her only answer.
I rubbed her, making her moan more until I had to stop and taste her.
I removed my hand, making her whimper in protest. I brought my cum covered fingers to my mouth and sucked two fingers inside.
I growled as her flavor burst on my tongue.
It was like a mix of the ocean’s saltiness combined with a slight, fresh tanginess.
I lapped all of my fingers clean before I went back for more.
While I fingered her pussy, drawing out more of her cum, I yanked her head down to mine so our mouths could meet again. Anastasia frantically sucked on my tongue before she bit it. She didn’t do it hard enough to make me bleed, but it sent a jolt of fire through me.
Our teeth clashed together as we tried to kiss, suck, and bite each other.
Her hips were wildly writhing against my fingers.
Suddenly, Anastasia stiffened and then let out a wail.
Her body shook, telling me all I needed to know, as if the rush of liquid stickiness on my hand didn’t.
I watched her orgasm and soaked in the sight of her face.
I knew right then that I wanted to see that over and over for the rest of my life.
I lightly teased her clit, prolonging her release until she collapsed against me.
I withdrew my hand and brought it to my lips, where I cleaned my fingers a second time.
“How did I do?” I asked her.
“Do? Incredible. I’ve never come that hard before. Thank you, doesn’t cover it. But that leaves me to pleasure you,” she mumbled.
“You don’t have to do anything else. Watching you come was amazing,” I assured her.
Slowly, Anastasia pressed back into a seated position on my lap.