Chapter 17 #3
I’m not surprised. This is a young woman who so far responds to raw sexual power. Watching a woman fuck herself in her chair, even if only for a minute, is probably the hottest thing she’ll see all night. Who am I to not oblige her?
It takes adjusting and some shifting in my seat. But soon enough, the toy enters me, slowly, the nubs at the base of my end deliciously rubbing against my slit. Knowing it's inside of me makes me bite my lip in anticipation of what Alessa can add to our mutual dessert.
She stands in front of me, watching intently. Her eyes flit between my face and my hips, which begin to grind. "Can I..." she asks, then hesitates. "Can I touch you?"
"Go ahead." I spread my legs wider. "I've been ready."
My skin is screaming for it. Only around her do I crave a woman’s touch so damn much.
There's no hesitation in Alessa this time. She straddles me, her weight barely noticeable as she finds a comfortable position to lean back and show off her delectable figure. The toy sticks out from her center, waiting for my attention.
She grabs my hand, guiding it to her clit. "Please," she whispers as I rub circles around her nub. "Yes, madam. Please."
Who am I to deny such a sweet request?
With the other hand, I reach forward and grasp the toy. It's covered in her desire for me already, and I bring it up to my lips for a taste. Heavenly. As if the clouds have parted and allowed God's kingdom to bless me with its promises of eternal more of this shit.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me to fuck your cunt. Say those words.”
My hands go from her hips to her arms, holding them behind her back. Her chest is in my face. All I smell is her sex and my perfume. If we don’t do this right now, I will lose my fucking mind in all the wrong ways.
“I want it,” she says. “Fuck my cunt, madam.”
When the lady asks…
The sound cracking from her throat is hotter than how she feels when I slam her hips down into my lap.
I take her in one hurried motion, eager to get inside of her as quickly as I can. It’s been days. Days. A woman like me isn’t meant to wait this long when I have a lover available. I also don’t care how angry Alessa was with me this week. The pleasure exploding on her face says all is forgiven – for now.
“That’s it, Alessa,” I say through clenched teeth. “Ride me.”
I want to take credit for being such an excellent tutor, but I know that most of her movements, her inclinations, and her needs are based on pure instinct. My sweet Alessa has never ridden someone like this before. I know that. Yet she accomplishes it with no hesitation and finesse which implies she’s as eager to do it as I am to lie back and let her do the work for now.
It’s the kind of experience I expect from a woman who knows what she’s doing. So, either Alessa has lied to me about her lack of experience in the world of sex, or there is some crazy chemistry at play between us. One good enough to make us unite like this.
Her tits in my face. Her eyes closed. Her mouth parted, breaths heavy and wispy. Her cunt taking it all the way, her thighs grinding in my lap as the toy disappears inside of her and the nubs are pushed against my sensitive slit. Her hands tearing apart my jacket and blouse, nails scratching my chest as she mauls my bra. She’s killing me. She’s fucking killing me.
I let her.
Damnit, what is wrong with me? My brain usually reacts to sex like this in one of two ways. Either it’s all about me, my pleasure, and my ability to get off as quickly as possible, or it’s about the thrill of making a woman feel as good as I do. I don’t know what’s going on with Alessa. She makes me want to fuck like I’ve only got five minutes left to live, but she also entices me to make the most of it for her, too.
Doesn’t help that I don’t want her angry at me anymore. I want her invested in this relationship. I want her to want me every second of her agonizing day.
Speaking of agonizing… I might come from the sight before me.
“Does that feel good, Alessa?” I squeeze her hips, keeping her in my lap, her pussy forced to keep every inch of our mutual delight inside of her. Her long, drawn-out moan shakes me inside. “Do you want to come?”
She falls forward, hair landing against my face as her lips come for mine. Soft fingertips trace circles on my cheek. “Yes…” she says into my mouth.
We’re both still. I let a kiss linger on her lips.
“Too bad. If I don’t get to yet, then neither do you.” She groans in defeat, stiffening in my lap but not quite climaxing. “Yes, Alessa, I like it when you do that. I want you to inspire me. Make me feel like the most important thing in the world is giving you all of me.”
“How…” I’m dragging her back to reality, and she’s fighting me every step of the way. “How do I do that?”
“Make me feel like you can’t function without me fucking you.”
Her whimper is deafening. Does she even know that she’s pinching her nipple?
“You want me to, don’t you?”
“Yes, madam.”
“You’re thinking about it right now. You want to know what it feels like when a woman destroys you.”
She doesn’t say anything. Because she doesn’t have to.
“Off,” I command. “Off my lap. We’re doing what we originally came here to do.”
“What’s that, madam?”
“Training you to have the best sex possible.”