Page 30 of Cocky Tech God

In one swift move, I lifted her in my arms. “You’re about to get fucked. Hard. So, if you don’t want it anymore, you better tell me right fucking now.”

She whimpered. “I want it.”

I tossed her on the bed, her skirt flying up over her knees. Creamy thighs exposed; I ran my hands up her flesh. I needed to see everything. With no finesse, I shoved her skirt up over her hip bones, exposing white lace panties. I sighed. Just as I envisioned. This is exactly how I thought she’d look in white lace panties.

“Hansen…” she choked on my name.

I pushed over the crotch of her panties, taking just a moment to marvel at her before I sank my mouth on her. She bucked up at first, but soon settled in her rhythm with my tongue. She cried out the more I concentrated over her, but I couldn’t get to where I really wanted. In a tear of delicate material ripping through the air, the lace fell apart in my hand.

She lifted on her elbows. “You ripped my panties.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” I continued my exploration now with no hindrances. And as quick as she was on her elbows, she’d fallen on her back. Her moans made me close again. God, I couldn’t wait to feel her. “I’ll buy you a whole fucking store of panties.”

“Yes, you will.” The words were nearly inaudible between the sighs and pants and oh yeses.

My breath hitched, I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her feel on my lips. She tensed, and I knew she was close. More, faster, longer, I moved with intention. I went hard sometimes and soft other times. Every part of her got attention. There was no part of her body I wouldn’t touch, lick, or explore.

In a moment, she was there, holding the back of my head in a steady grip. She panted, her thighs closing around me. She was close. My satisfaction came flooding just as fast as her release. Wet and heat and obscene words told me with clarity she’d reached the precipice. Her orgasm was a convulsing, beautiful encore. Jesus, I’d never seen a look so angelic when a woman came.

When it was done, she sighed and gripped a handful of the plush comforter. Her eyes opened, liquid and dark. “Are you serious, Hansen?”

“As a fucking heart attack.” I settled between her legs. “I’m not done.”

“I hope not. It would be a real shame if you were.” Her chest lifted. “Condom.”

Of course. I nearly forgot. It was too easy to get caught up in this feeling with Lucia. The momentum had started and from what I could surmise, we had a couple more hours of this. I took a quick detour to the bathroom to grab several foil packets I’d crammed in my toiletry bag. And then I was back, sheathing myself and between her legs again after she slipped off her skirt.

I ran my length against her. I groaned. This was going to be good.

“Stop teasing me, damn you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, she had no idea how much I wanted her, but she was about to know.

I first guided her legs around my waist. “You should take this off.” I bit a button on her blouse.

“Take it off for me.” In seconds, her blouse and bra were off, thrown somewhere with all of our other garments. No nakedness. Yeah. Right. My new rule to implement was nothing but nakedness.

I gazed at her. She was gorgeous. And it had nothing to do with her near-perfect breasts or her perfect body. She was luminous in a way I didn’t expect. To touch her was to worship her, and I wasn’t too proud to say I was on the front-row pew.

“I can’t stop looking at you.” I dropped my lips on her nipple, rubbing the pebbled flesh. Inhaling deep, I parted my lips and sucked hard. I cupped her breast, kneading and pinching while she cried out. But I didn’t stop. I continued stroking down and farther down until I came upon a slightly raised scar just under her navel.

I stopped. What was that from?

“I want you,” Lucia said, pushing my hand away from her scar. “Now.”

Our eyes met, our breaths growing heavy and hot. With ease, I buried myself inside her, and everything stopped. My heart. My breathing. My thoughts. I could only feel our skin fusing in the honied pain of my size stretching her. Deeper and deeper, I moved inside her.

“You feel so good.”

“Harder,” she demanded, thrusting up to meet my hips.

I complied, and we were a machine moving to a carnal beat. We writhed against each other, crying out, reveling in the natural sounds of two people having sex. I closed my eyes then, feeling the cold heat of my orgasm bubbling up again. I stalled, waiting for her to meet me where I was, and she did. Her responsiveness excited me. I loved how in charge of her own pleasure she was.

“You’re close,” I said, moving one of her legs down and pinning it to the mattress.

The change in position shifted my point of pressure. Hers, too, it would seem, because in a moment we were both moaning out our releases together.

When it was over, I was paralyzed with the pleasure waving through me.