Chapter 9
Rafael
Her swollen slit is right there, in front of me, with a glistening hint of arousal running down the whole length of it.
I lean in and place my palm over her there before running two fingers along her sodden pussy, pushing aside her lips, opening her.
The dip of her entry makes me hesitate as one fingertip slips inside.
I halt my hand, watching as her cunt spasms just a little, her flesh pressing in as if kissing my finger.
I swallow a groan and say thickly, “This is you not reacting to a spanking?” She makes some cute, disgruntled noise.
“I’ve fingerfucked you so I know you can take some of me.
” Without warning, I slip two fingers into her, watching as they sink in until they can go no further, my knuckles jammed against her, the wetness creaming out to make room.
My cock in there…the imagery has it twitching in my pants.
I unfuck my fingers from her greedy cunt, sucking them out. Sitting up, I unzip and take my cock out, stroking up and down my shaft, squeezing the head, wondering if this is too soon.
I’m a patient man.
Maybe not this fucking patient.
I crawl over her prone body, leaning in, grinding on her ass as I hump her there without entering her ass or pussy. Propping my hands to either side, with my weight on her naked ass, I spit on her then let my cock explore the lubricated split of her cheeks.
Not inside her. Not yet.
“Now, say please. Please don’t fuck me.”
She takes a breath, holds it. Her ass sways under me a half inch, from side to side, and I’m afraid I might lose control, but…I want to hear her resist, to say words, to think.
I don’t know why. I want her, could fuck her in an instant, but making her think on this will mean the first time I get her to say yes will be a massive victory.
I don’t simply want her now. I want her forever, under me and kissing my cock to beg for it.
I press into her, stay there.
“Uh.” Again, her ass sways. “You want a please don’t?” she whispers. “And if I say it?”
“I might just explode but I will go away, for a while. To jack off. Because…this ass.” I shove myself against her, slide my cock up and down her.
“Fuck,” she says gruffly.
“Fuck me? You said that?”
“No! I did not.” Georgia gasps out. “Not yet. Please. I know we agreed to me doing anything but not yet.”
“So it’s a maybe.” I find I’m grinning. I never grin. I’ve got her confused and horny. I draw back, lifting off her. I think I can stop myself if I…
If… I push my cock between her thighs, cruise along there. For a torn second, I rock my hips, so I can shove it into her, but I don’t. Grimacing, I pause, feeling my cock harden enough to dent concrete. “You know your cunt is soaking your juices all over my cock.”
And then…she gulps and lets out a small whimper. “I know.”
I have her. Mine.
Lightly, I bite her shoulder. “Let’s go shower.”
I climb off the bed, give my cock a last squeeze as I admire her still plastered to the bed, splayed out, panting lightly.
I’m certain she’s wondering if she’s ready to crawl off it in front of me because she’s going to look sexually flustered, ashamed even.
I’m not the only one with sex on the brain now.
I hope they do have a shower in the ensuite. The brits tend to go for baths only, sometimes, in their upper-class bathrooms. I stalk to the door, unbuttoning my shirt as I go, letting her have this moment to herself. I open the door.
Shower, ohhh yes.
I eye the glass-walled stall. I might do some teasing in there. “Here. Now.” I beckon her without looking. “Get that dress off and get in the shower. Sir Benjamin is waiting.”
I might even tongue her a bit. Spanking, tongue, play a little, make her a wreck before this meeting but do not get her off.
I like this plan.
And I have two dildos in the bag.
Stupid. Here I was going to go jack off by myself when I can do it in the shower, on her, after I have her moaning for me to get her off.