She said, placing his hand on the base of her throat. "I feel secure with your hand there, I feel safe." He was gently kissing her collarbone, little flutters, featherlike touch. His hand was only softly resting at the base of her neck.
He took his hand and soft lips away from her, leaving her feeling bereft and surprised. He leaned back into the armchair with his hand on his chin and looked at her with thought. A playful smile flashed across his face momentarily, so slight she thought she imagined it. She was sat curled on his lap, and could feel he was hard underneath her.
"Why did you stop?" She questioned, pouting a little.
"Because you shouldn't just expect it to lead to something more. What if I just want some comfort and a kiss without it having to lead elsewhere?" He replied, though the playful smile was back on his face as he slowly drew out the sentence. "Your'e such a bullshitter!" She exclaimed. She tried to lean forwards into him to kiss him, but he pulled back even further. The pout on her face was reaching hilarity; she wasn't used to not getting her own way.
In a fast movement, he grabbed her ponytail and forced her head back leaving her throat exposed. He licked the length of her neck ending with a little nip on her chin. She emitted a low breath through her mouth, she knew what came next.
She was still sat on his lap as he stood up and she slipped to the floor. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her face somewhere between excitement and nervousness as he unzipped his fly, the outline of his cock obvious against his jeans. He pulled down his boxers and jeans in one swift movement, and she made to touch him. He grabbed her hair again and said with a growl, "No." He carefully, and agonizingly slowly took his trousers off entirely, stepping out of each leg and prolonging it as long as he could.
She was sat at his feet, eyes all over his body, becoming desperate for him.
"I'll allow it." He said as he sat back down on the armchair and leaned back. She was on his cock with her mouth before he even finished his sentence, attempting to take the whole thing in one. "Gently! Gently. I want this to last. Look me in the eyes while you taste it."
She did just that, slowly repeating what he had done to her neck not five minutes ago, a long lick from base to tip, with a little nibble to finish off the movement. She knew that drove him insane, and his head went back as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She cupped his balls as she let her spit dribble down the length of his cock, then closed her mouth over his dick and slowly, sensuously made her way as far as she could, which was almost all the way down.
His hand was then on the back of her head, helping to guide her speed. The slight pain of her scalp as he pulled her hair was only heightening her enjoyment of the moment.
Suddenly he pulled her head up and slapped her across the cheek. "You are my slut. Who do you love?"
"You, Sir." she panted."Please fuck me, Sir." She whimpered in afterthought, not being able to keep her desperation at bay.
"Quiet, whore!" he snapped. She looked down, cheeks pink.
"Good... Lie down on the floor on your front, legs together, arse raised up. Higher." He slid his foot underneath her hip joint and pulled upwards, forcing her to arch her back and raise her ass higher still. "Yes. Good girl. Now put your left cheek on the floor. Do not move your head unless I give you permission." She did as he instructed, noting the wooden floor was cooling on her slightly sore cheek.
He had such a good view of her pussy from this position, he stopped for a moment just to observe. He could tell she was itching to turn her head to see what he was doing, but like a good girl, she didn't shift. He moved directly behind her and touched the tip of his cock to her wet, hungry cunt, knowing her responses so well now to know that she would arch her back that tiny bit more enough for his dick to slide in between her lips with ease.
Pushing into hard and fast, he thrusted with force. She started her little breathy moans that sent him into a frenzy. "Shut the fuck up!" he barely managed to get out. She was silent apart from her heavy breathing then, so all you could hear were his guttural groans and the noise of his cock pulling in and out of her dripping pussy. He wasn't going to last as long as he had hoped. He could feel her cunt tightening around him and her back threatening to give way as her muscles were twitching.
Her cheek left the floor so she could get a good look at her mans penis thrusting into her, because she knew it would tip her over the edge. He wasn't going to stand for that and slapped her ass with such force that his hand stung immediately, and with the other hand pushed her face back into the floor, palm on her cheek and fingers threaded into her hair.
That was enough to make her orgasm, her ass shuddering violently as her climax sent twitches through her entire body, toes curling, a loud, throaty groan emitting from her. Her hips met the floor without her intending to, so with difficulty she pushed her ass up again so he could finish. It only took thirty more seconds (her being extra tense from already having came, feeling that overwhelming sensitivity) for him to be ready to cum, and with a couple of slow and purposeful pushes he pulled out his cock and held his balls as his cock spilled hot cum over her ass and perfect pussy with a moan.
After a quick clean up and a cheeky grin, he said, "I'm going to put some washing on, anything you need putting in?"
