Oh. My fingers reach the firm flesh of her thighs.
She’s wearing stockings!
Deep joy.
“I like these.” I run a finger under the stocking top and across the soft skin of her upper thigh. Ana squirms in delight. I groan. “If I’m going to fuck you seven shades of Sunday, I want you to keep still.”
“Make me,” she demands, and the challenge in her eyes goes straight to my cock.
“Oh, Mrs. Grey. You have only to ask.” I slide my hand up to her panties, glad that she’s wearing them over her garter belt. “Let’s divest you of these.” I tug gently, and she shifts on top of my erection.
Fuck. My breath hisses through my teeth. “Keep still,” I grumble.
“I’m helping.” She pouts in protest, and I suck her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Still,” I warn, then release her lip and tug her panties down her legs, crushing them into my hand; I have a plan for them. I raise Ana’s skirt so it’s bunched up around her hips and take a brief moment to appreciate how beautiful her legs are in stockings with lacy tops. I lift her. “Sit. Astride me.”
Keeping her darkening eyes on mine, she obeys, but tilts her chin up wearing her Bring it expression.
Oh, Ana.
“Mrs. Grey, are you goading me?”
We could have some fun with this.
My pants feel two sizes too small.
“Yes. What are you going to
God, I love a challenge.
“Clasp your hands
bind her wrists with her panties and pull them tight. Now she’s helpless. “My panties? Mr. Grey, you have no shame,” she chides me, breathless.
“Not where you’re concerned, Mrs. Grey, but you know
the provocation in her smoky blue eyes. It’s such a turn-on. I push her backward on my lap so I have more room to work. She chews her lip, her eyes on mine, and gently I skim my hands down to her knees, pushing her legs wider apart. Then I widen my legs, to give my dick some more room and to make her more available to me.
Also, it will be more intense for her this
button, revealing her breasts, still slick from their earlier soaking. They rise and
Desire shines in her eyes and they stay glued to mine.
her bottom lip, then abruptly push it into her mouth. “Suck.” She closes her mouth around me and does exactly what she’s been told to do.
Hard.
My girl does not back down.
This I know.
She scrapes her teeth gently over my skin and bites the pad.
I moan, then ease my thumb from her mouth and paint her chin, her throat, and her sternum with her saliva. I hook my thumb into her bra cup and tug it down, freeing her breast, then tuck the cup beneath, pushing her breast up so it’s poised and ready for me. We stare at each other, her mouth opens and closes, her eyes filled with yearning. I love watching her reaction to everything I do. She bites down on her lip as I free her other breast, so it, too, is helpless and waiting for me. They are too tempting. I hold both of them and slowly graze my thumbs over her nipples in a tight circle, torturing each one so that they stand proud beneath my touch. Ana starts panting and arching her back, thrusting her breasts into my palms. I don’t stop, but continue to tease her so that she throws her head back and