She tore the package open as soon as it arrived. The corset she ordered had taken weeks to arrive and she was eager to put it on and show off for him.
"Oh my Lord, hurry up! I wanna see it, too," he spouted off in her direction.
"I'm working on it!" she quipped back. Sliding in and cinching up...stepping into the panties that matched..then strutting down the hallway in his direction.
She hit the end of the hallway and teased with her pose....leaning against the wall on her raised arm, other hand on her hip after a less-than-casual toss of her hair.
"Should I send it back?" she jokingly asked.
"You fucking better not!" he shot back. Clearly enticed by the game she was playing, he stepped into her space...chest to chest, sharing breaths. His arm reached around her waist and he landed a solid smack on her ass cheek. Leaving his hand in place, he squeezed and pulled her fully against him.
"Only one smack? There's usually more than that. Maybe it's not as effective as I thought," she teased. Completely aware of the bulge she could feel pressed against her, she knew otherwise.
"That hand hasn't left yet...maybe it's not finished."
His lips now grazed past hers, not once but twice. Hand still squeezing her flesh through her panties, he drug his stubble along her cheek. As his lips made their way to her ear, somewhere between a whisper and a growl, he declared, "there's a new rule in this game"...hesitation...."you can't"...another hesitation, his hand now manipulating the curve of her ass..."kissss meeee."
Elongating the syllables as he drug his cheek against hers, he steered his lips back towards hers. She immediately tried to test boundaries and stretched her lips out to meet his. "No," he said as he leaned back just out of reach. The hand occupied with her ass began to drift. His large fingers caressing, the middle one settled just in the crevice where her thigh met her cheek, and it wrapped like a snake in the direction of her warmth. His off hand went to her neck, grasping the back of it and now pulling her to the point where their lips touched.
She inhaled with anticipation. All he did was graze them...slowly sweeping back and forth...then taking her bottom lip gently between his own, just to the point where they stick slightly. Almost a peck, but not quite.
His fingers now pressing against her pussy outside of her panties, he felt how wet she had become. Index finger sliding just inside them, brushing against her flesh. That finger now prying them back, allowing the middle finger to trace along the lips. He extended it, circling her clit.
He nibbles her chin, neck firmly in hand. From her chin to her jaw...jaw to her ear...stubble grinding..."Now," he snarled, "I'm going...."...hesitation as his lips made it back to hers. Her eyes locked in his as he re-centered...his mouth a whisper from hers..."to fuck"...hitting the "k" sound strong..."you with my fingers." He tried to utter the words to her soul, using her eyes as the doorway to get there.
Clearly she concurred, as she relinquished her weight into him. The hand on her neck slid up into her hair and grasped all it could. As he spun her around his hand left her pussy and went to her neck. Her hands grasped his wrist as he planted her on her back in the couch. The hand full of hair slid between two cushions making her head lean back farther than it would have otherwise. He takes his hand from her neck and puts his middle and ring fingers in her mouth, she still clutching his wrist. The palm of his hand pushes her chin closed and he tells her, "Suck." She abides, tasting her own juices and swirling her tongue around them with as much spit as she can generate.
Satisfied, he drags his fingers out of her mouth and down her chin, leaving a trail of drool. That hand yanks down her panties as she wiggles to assist. They manage to get them to her ankles and she pulls on leg out, leaving them dangling on the other foot. He pushes that foot up on the back of the couch and then slaps her pussy, moistened fingers remaining in place, palm resting on her clit. The hand in her hair pulls her head down, craning her neck, as he sinks his fingers inside.
She gasped as she inhaled. He pushed far. And left them buried deep. Then he began to massage her insides with the tips.
"Make sure to ask," he reminded her as she exhaled with a guttural moan.
He slid his fingers all the way out, then shoved them back in. Twice more. The second time they stayed and he began to wiggle his whole hand profusely.
"PLEEEASE," she squeaked. Hand wiggling and hair yanked, he put his lips to hers and said, "Do it now, cum for me."
As he felt the muscles in her stomach and pelvis contract, he planted his mouth on hers and tried to suck the life from her chest. His hand filled with hot ejaculate as he continued to wiggle. Kiss shared as both of his hands relaxed. He drug the messy hand up her corset and put the fingers between their lips. They shared tongues, fingers, juices, and souls.
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