‘Hands on the headboard,’ she said.
He was wide awake now. He did as she said, though the padded headboard had no place for him to grab. His finger splayed on the white fabric and dug in slightly. His cock was not fully erect and Leah eyed it, licking her lips.
‘Delicious.’
She ran her hands up his sides, over his chest. She stopped to toy with his nipples, making them hard. Then she tickled his sides until he groaned and wiggled in protest – but he didn’t put his hands down. His fingers just pressed all the more into the headboard’s soft cushion.
No matter how many times she had him in this position, or any, it never got old. Just watching Brandon do what she told him to do got her heart thumping and her pussy slick. And yes, she had to know his limits, had to be responsible for his pleasure as well … but it was no hardship, was it? When she knew him this well, when he gave her everything she could ever ask for or need, it wasn’t difficult at all to do the same for him.
Even if it was for the rest of their lives.
Leah straddled Brandon’s thighs and took his cock in her fist. She stroked. He smiled. She stroked him again, slowly, twisting. His smile twisted, too.
‘I love to watch you come,’ she told him.
‘I kind of like it too,’ he told her in a thick voice with a hint of amusement.
‘Imagine that.’ She licked her finger and swirled it around the head of his cock, then captured the slick, glistening drop of pre-come seeping from the slit. He watched her as she tasted it, and his erection throbbed in her hand.
She could make this last for hours, if she wanted. She knew she could stroke him to the edge, then leave him there and know he wouldn’t move until she came back, and when she did he’d be as ready for her as he was just now. But Leah didn’t leave. She stroked him with one hand as she rocked her clit against the other.
Desire coiled tight in her belly. ‘Sit up.’
He did, his arms going around her. Leah shifted to wrap her legs around his waist as she guided him inside her. He filled her so completely it made her want to weep. Instead, she let her forehead rest on his as they stayed without moving for the span of several breaths.
His hands moved up and down her back, smoothed along her spine, then settled on her hips. When Brandon kissed her, soft and sweet, Leah opened her mouth for him. She’d thought upon starting this she’d get him close and ease off, then ride his mouth for a while until she came. But now with him settled inside her, a frantic pace didn’t seem to suit.
And she didn’t need to command him for Brandon to understand that. He moved after a minute, his hands going under her ass to lift her on his cock as he thrust. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her clit rubbed with delicious, perfect friction each time he moved.
And he kissed her over and over, just the way she liked it. Needed it. His tongue stroked hers as his lips nibbled. Leah tipped her head so he could mouth her throat. His teeth skimmed her. Her cunt swelled, hot and slick, and he groaned when she bore down on him with well-trained internal muscles.
The pace quickened as they rocked together. The bed, so soft they sank half an inch into the mattress, wasn’t helping this position. Brandon, a hand behind her neck and one at the small of her back to support her, fell back onto the bed and took her with him.
This changed the angle of his cock and Leah gasped when the head of it moved along the tight bundle of nerves behind her pubic bone. Her knees dug into the bed as she leant forwards, their mouths still locked in kisses. All she had to do was lift her ass, just a little, and …
‘Fuck, yes!’ She bit out the words, let them fall into his mouth, where he swallowed them.
Brandon thrust harder, every motion smooth and slick and precise. At this angle she didn’t have to do anything but let him fuck into her, she didn’t have to move or shift. She only had to … be.
The hand on her ass cupped her flesh, stroking. The other one joined it. He moved her as he moved himself. Their bodies slapped. Her clit scraped his belly with every downthrust and there was no stopping the ecstasy sweeping over her.
‘Yes,’ she said into his mouth. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’
Leah buried her face into the curve of his neck, and Brandon said into her ear, ‘You’re so hot, and tight and wet for me. I’m going to come so hard. All up inside you.’
Leah groaned and bit him, which made him gasp. ‘That mouth …’
He knew all too well what his dirty talk did to her, at odds as it was from how he seemed the rest of the time. ‘This mouth?’
He licked her earlobe. ‘This mouth that wants to eat your pussy right now?’
There had to be laughter, even if it was mixed with a gasp of pleasure. Sex was simply too precious and ridiculous at its base not to invite laughter. Brandon wasn’t offended when she giggled. He just fucked into her harder.
‘Let me taste you,’ he told her.
If she moved off him, she thought she might die of disappointment. If she didn’t let him get that tongue on her clit, she also thought she might die. Dilemma, dilemma.
Leah moved, sighing as his cock slipped out of her. She put her hands
