Just a day ago, we argued and I never thought she would look at me as anything other than the monster she believed me to be. I’d dreamed of her that night, imagining her in my arms, and now here she was, in the flesh.
What a difference a day could make.
We stumbled into the coffee table and the vase at its center fell over. Water spilled across the tabletop and dribbled onto the floor.
“Don’t worry about,” I said. “It’s just water.”
But she couldn’t help herself, and quickly picked the vase up. Then plucked a bunch of tissues from the box and placed them on the puddle.
“There,” she said. “Now I can relax.”
We got back to making out, taking one slow step at a time toward the bed.
“I think we should turn the lights on,” Bianca said.
“Good idea,” I said. “I want to see you.”
The lights nearly blinded us after the pitch blackness. We undressed each other one item at a time.
I lifted her dress off over her head as she removed my jacket. I took her bag from her arm and dropped it on the floor as she grabbed the front of my shirt and tore it open. The buttons bounced off her voluptuous body.
I took half a step back to admire her gorgeous curves. She crossed her arms, feeling a little self-conscious.
“Don’t,” I said, holding her arms and opening them out wide. “You’re beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said and ran her hands over my toned physique. Suddenly, the hard work I’d put into my exercise regime paid off.
I laid her down on the bed and tasted her lips, her cheeks, her chin. She made a cute giggling noise when I tickled her.
I nibbled at the nape of her neck. She ran her hands through my hair and helped guide me down to her breasts. I took her nipples in my mouth and flicked them with my tongue. I rubbed and gently caressed her other breast with my fingers while my tongue worked the other one. I sucked the nipple into my mouth but her breast was too big for me.
Then I worked down her toned stomach, tonguing her as I went.
This was so much better than the dream I had the night before. She smelled better, looked better, and the feel of her skin against mine was unlike anything I could have imagined. Each touch drew a spark. We didn’t need the lights on. We made our own.
I lowered my lips to her slit but I didn’t lick her yet. I kissed up her inner thigh and worked my way back down. She shivered as I repeated the movement up her other leg.
“Tease,” she whispered breathlessly.
Then I went to work.
She relaxed back and fisted my hair. I raised her hood and flicked at the tiny ball underneath. She groaned, her eyes shut, and pinched her breasts. Her hips bucked and rubbed against my face. I felt her grow wet against my lips. I slipped a finger inside her, gently coaxing her. Her legs wrapped around my head. She gasped and covered her mouth as I tore the orgasm from her.
I slowed as her body relaxed. Then I increased the pace again, working her back up to full speed. I rubbed her quickly on the outside, making small circles that stimulated her further. She threw her head back as she came again.
Then she sat up on her elbows and looked me in the eye. The look said everything. She wanted me. She wanted me right now.
I considered working her over again, but from my position between her legs, splayed wide open, and her breasts, perfect and pert, and that devilish look in her eye…
I couldn’t resist. I had to have her now.
I rose onto my knees but she shook her head and slid to one side. She gently but firmly pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top.
“My turn,” she said.
This was it. A reconstruction of the moment that pushed me over the edge yesterday into sweet oblivion, stemming from that moment that turned me on while we were having our argument about Cleb.
She took charge.
And I loved it.
She straddled me and left dabs of wetness on my chest. She moved down my body, writhing like she was riding a sand serpent until she felt my cock against her ass, throbbing, yearning.
“Do you want me to ride you?” she said sweetly.
I nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” she said, stroking me with her hand.
I was an amateur teaser. She was the queen.
My queen.
“Yes,” I said hoarsely.
“What?”
“Yes. I want you to ride me.”
She raised her ass and placed my cock at her opening.
“Beg me,” she said.
She stared at me, eyes unblinking, unyielding.
“Beg me to ride you,” she said. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”
It was too much. I grew stiffer, harder, in her grip. Desperate to travel that extra inch inside her.
“Please,” I said. “Ride me.”
I was one of the most powerful mining magnates in the empire and I was putty in her hands.
I’d never been so turned on my entire life.
“Ride me!” I said. “Please!”
One corner of her mouth quirked up in a cute seductive smile.
“Good boy,” she said.
She bent down and kissed me on the lips. She chose that as the moment to slip me inside her. She groaned in a mix between agony and ecstasy, sliding down my length one inch at a time until she took me completely.
Only then did she open her eyes, just a few inches from my face, and began to perform her hypnotic dance.
She rode me back and forth, then me up and down, her juices running so thickly that she wet my balls. She rode me mercilessly, hard. She brought herself to multiple climaxes in her desire to gift me mine.
She leaned back and ran her hands through her hair. It was sweaty and clung to her brow, tiny beads ran between her breasts
