Keagan
My morning routines are unwavering. I get up at seven, shower, get dressed, and eat something. By the time it hits eight o’clock, I’m on the road heading to work.
This morning, I’m running late. I overslept, and I’ll have to skip breakfast if I’m going to make it into the office on time. I glance at my wristwatch as I put it on. I’m about half an hour behind schedule.
Dana knocks on my door. When I open it, she stands stark naked in front of me. It takes my breath away, and my rush is suddenly forgotten.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I manage to find my voice. I let my eyes slide down her body, greedy to take in as much as I can. Her breasts are big and beautiful, her dark nipples soft. Her flat stomach, her pussy, I take it all in.
When I force myself to look into her eyes again, she shrugs so that her breasts jiggle slightly.
“You seem stressed,” she says. “That, and I’m horny.”
God. I’m running late. I can’t do this. My body betrays me, hardening in my pants. I only hesitate for a second.
“Fuck it,” I say and step forward so that my body is pressed against hers. I can be late. It’s my damn company, I can arrive whenever I feel like it.
I wrap my arms around Dana and pull her into my room, kissing her hard and mashing my body against hers. My tongue slips into her mouth, and I taste her. She tastes minty and fresh.
I run my hands down her back. She gyrates her hips against mine and sighs into my mouth.
When we break the kiss, I step back and start getting undressed, reversing everything I’ve just done to get ready for work. I want her. I want to fuck her. Now. I’m not going to wait until I get back from work.
The shirt is easy to get rid of. When I reach for my buckle, she helps me, undressing me. Her hands are sure. She kneels to pull my pants down my legs, taking my underwear with it. My cock is hard and springs free.
Dana is still on her knees in front of me. She reaches for my cock, one hand cupping my balls and the other wrapping around the base. She leans forward and looks up at me as she opens her mouth. My dick slides in between her lips, and I groan.
Her mouth his hot and wet, and she knows what she’s doing, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, against her soft palate. My hands are in her hair, guiding, encouraging, urging. I close my eyes and groan. Her hand on my balls squeezes me lightly, and my lust grows.
I don’t let her suck me off for very long, even though it feels amazing. If she carries on for too long I’m going to come in her mouth before the fun gets started.
I pull back, and my cock slips out of her mouth. I take her hand and pull her up. I’m naked aside from my socks, and I want to take her. Her unexpected blow job has me aching with lust. Sex on the bed isn’t what I’m after. I want it to be different. Dana has a way of awakening a very erotic side of me.
I lead her to the bathroom and turn her back to me so we’re both facing the mirror. I look at us over her shoulder. I run my hands over her breasts and kiss her neck, nibbling softly on the skin below her ear. She reaches back and places her hand at the back of my neck. With her arm up, her breasts are pushed out, and I tug on her nipple. She gasps.
I put one hand on her hip, and with a flat hand, I press between her shoulder blades so that she bends over in front of me. Her ass is on display, and I knead her cheeks, gazing hungrily at her pussy. She’s wet. I can see her lips glisten. I guide my cock toward her with my hand, pressing the head into her entrance, and she moans. I slide in deeper, and her body opens for me, slowly accepting my size.
When I’m in to the hilt, she braces herself on the counter. She looks up at me, making eye contact in the mirror. I keep my eyes on hers and start fucking her.
The mirror is a great idea. I see her breasts swing, and her face has an orgasmic look as I pound her from behind. Her mouth is open, and the moans and cries that slip out are purely sexual. I nail her hard from behind.
She’s struggling to keep herself up with her arms so I reach a hand to her shoulder and hold onto her, keeping her up, balancing her between the hand on her hip and the other hand on her shoulder.
My balls slap against her clit, and with every thrust, she cries out.
The sound of our sex fills the bathroom and echoes off the tiles. The slapping, moaning, and groaning.
I pull out of her, and she gasps. She’s breathing as hard as I am. I take her face in my hands and kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She kisses me through deep breaths as she’s trying to catch her breath. I kiss her jawline, down her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulder. I retrace my path back to her mouth and kiss her long and deeply, before I finally pull away. I look into her eyes and brush stray strands of hair out of her face.
“Turn around,” I say, but I’m already guiding her with my hand.
She turns around, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps when her ass presses against the cold counter. I help her get up onto the counter so she’s sitting on the edge, and I put my hands on her knees, pulling her legs open. Her lips are parted, and she leans back a little to keep her balance.
I guide myself toward her again with my hand. When I enter, she’s anchored to me, and she sits up, putting her arms on my shoulders to steady herself.
I move in and out a few times slowly, testing her balance, testing the position. When nothing goes wrong, I push into her harder and faster, picking up my pace and intensity, fucking her on the bathroom counter, and it’s hotter than hot. I’ve been working through my fantasies with her, and not one of them has been better than what she’s giving me right now.
Her breasts jiggle, and I reach for one of them, squeezing and kneading her glorious flesh. Her eyes are closed, her hair bounces as she’s rocked on the counter, and her gasping is getting faster and shallower. I think she’s getting closer, but I don’t know. I’m not sure. It’s hard to keep track of her orgasms and concentrate on preventing my own.
I dip my head and take a nipple into my mouth. Her already-erect nipple tightens even more as I flick my tongue over it, circle it, and suck on it. She moans. I use my teeth, nibbling gently. She gasps, and her hand moves to my head, keeping me there. It’s encouraging, and I move from one nipple to the other.
Dana braces herself on the counter with her hands while I pay attention to her nipples, all the while pounding into her. She tips her head back, and I can tell she’s getting lost in the sensation.
She wraps her legs around my hips, and it pulls me in deeper. Her body moves back and forth on the counter. I wrap my arms around her body, hands on her back and draw her to me, pulling myself deeper into her. I take her nipple into my mouth, and she cries out but it’s from pleasure, not pain.
I keep up the sucking while I’m pounding into her. I pay attention to her breathing. I don’t want her to orgasm. I want her to get to the brink so I can keep her there, teetering on the edge for as long as possible.
When she’s close, her breathing changes, and she starts gasping. I slow down my pace and let go of her nipple. She groans in protest, but I don’t let her think about it for too long. I’m still sliding in and out of her, and I’m still nuzzling her breasts.
When I know her pleasure has subsided enough, I pick up my pace and start fucking her harder again. This time, I’m concentrating on the other nipple, and she starts breathing hard and moaning. When she’s on the verge of an orgasm again, I slow down and let it go.
“Are you going to keep denying me an orgasm?” she demands to know in a breathy voice. I grin at her and nod.
“For now,” I say.
Orgasm denial just makes it so much bigger and better in the end, and I want to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. An orgasm that shatters her.
She doesn’t complain after I answer her, and I go back to fucking her. I look at her reflection in the mirror again. Her hair swings on her shoulders, and her ass cheeks roll back and forth from the momentum of my motion. Because of how she’s sitting on the counter, her ass looks like a bubble, bulging out on both sides, and it’s hot as hell. I lean toward her, nip her shoulder with my teeth, and watch her body in the mirror as I create the rhythm that rocks her back and forth hard on her ass cheeks.
Her hands are on my shoulders, her nails biting into the skin, and the pain is a delicious reminder of what we’re doing. If she grabs me hard enough, there will be little half-moons where her manicured nails push into my skin.
I like the idea of carrying a mark from when I take her. It’s sexy. It feels like she claims me, somehow. Even if I wear a shirt, I will know the little marks are still there and carry them around with me like a secret.
Dana can mark me as hers, but I’m claiming her right now with my cock. I might not leave any permanent signs on her, but if I’m fucking her right, she’ll feel it for a long time after we’re finished.
Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. I focus on her lips. They’re beautiful and plump. Good for smiling, great for kissing, and even better for blowjobs. I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. She sucks it into her mouth, and her tongue plays around the tip, sensual and sexual.
I love it when she does this. It makes me think about shoving my cock in her mouth, and it reminds me how she manages to mimic what her pussy feels like with her mouth.
For a moment, I want to pull out, get her off the counter and on her knees again, and push my cock into her mouth. But I don’t. That’s how all this started up, and now, her pussy feels too good to stop. Fucking her is pure bliss, and she’s giving me all she’s got.
Which is so much more than I ever hoped for. I caress her cheek with my fingertips, and she opens her eyes. I want her to look at me. Her eyes are a little hazy, but she smiles at me, and I lean forward and kiss her. The sex is amazing. She’s different behind closed doors than out in public, and it makes me feel like she gives me a gift every time. Something secret that no one else can have.
And all of that is fantastic. But I’m just happy to be with her.