Page 32 of Catch Him

“No, I want to see your face. I like to see your eyes when you come. Turn around, pull the skirt up all the way to your waist and show me that pussy.”

She did and suddenly his fingers were there, one inside her, the other playing with her clit. She put her hands on his shoulders to brace herself while he toyed with her. His fingers were amazing, but she wanted her toy. Her instrument.

“Now, tell me again what you want, my lovely.”

“I want your cock,” she whimpered even as his thumb brushed over her clit again. She had to actually hold back the orgasm because she wanted to wait until he was inside her. It was always better when he was inside her.

His fingers were gone and he was moving her so that her knees were on either side of him in the large chair. Then he was guiding his dick inside her while she leaned back, her hands now on his thighs, her nails digging in even as he thrust up inside her.

“I don’t know what I like more, fucking you in your princess dress,” he said as he used his hands to guide her hips, “or watching your tits bounce when I’m pounding you.”

She’d been too ready between the memories of their first time together and then the play with his fingers to hold out long. Sinead gasped and looked into his beautiful face because she knew that about him. He did like to see her pleasure. It was like he absorbed some of it himself through her eyes.

“That’s it, fuck you’re so damn beautiful.”

Then his fingers were digging into her ass as he held her tight to thrust hard and fast until he was coming.

When it was over she fell forward against him, her head on his shoulder as he continued to hold her, their combined breaths the only sound in the quiet living room.

She had no words, but the best part about that was she didn’t feel she needed to say anything.

He was perfect. They were perfect together.

She was not going to think of when it would come to an end.

Except she just did.