Page 57 of Strictly Business

The position I’m in leaves my body stretched out, my ass in the air and absently, I wonder if I’m dripping on the carpet. I hear the rustling of the sheets as Wyatt stands up and I don’t’ care if I am dripping or not, I just want Wyatt inside of me now. I then feel a puff of air over the backs of my legs as Wyatt drops another pillow on the ground behind me. He gets down onto the pillow and then his hands are on my inner thighs, and he forces my legs further apart.

“That’s better,” he says. “Now Serena, you know I am not a morning person.”

“It’s not morning though,” I remind him.

I feel him shifting and then I feel his chest against my back, the fronts of his legs against the backs of mine. He envelopes me in his warmth, but he isn’t finished with the dominating side of himself yet. I have to admit I am far from finished with that side of him myself. He definitely needs to come out to play more often. I’m going to have to start being a bad girl a bit more regularly, I think.

He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and winds the length of it around his fist. He pulls on it, pulling my head back and I whimper at the feeling. The stinging sensation on my scalp is painful, but somewhere it melds with the pleasure and the anticipation of what’s to come and it makes me feel good, like I can handle anything Wyatt throws at me.

“Don’t fucking answer me back,” he growls in my ear.

I feel his breath tickling my neck and a pulse of lust goes through me.

“Ok, I won’t,” I say.

He releases my hair and I sigh in relief.

“That’s better,” he says.

“Now as I said, I am not a morning person, and I am going to punish you for waking me up for no reason,” he says.

He has barely gotten the sentence out of his mouth, and he is inside of me in one stinging thrust, his huge cock slamming into me with no warning, filling me all the way. I cry out and Wyatt thrusts into me again.

He is relentless in his thrusts. Each one is hard and deep, and I barely have time to take a breath between them. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to like it or not, but holy fuck I do like it. I clench my pussy, tightening it around Wyatt’s cock and I hear the sharp intake of breath from behind me and I smile a little bit to myself. Wyatt might be in control in one way, but I am definitely in control in another.

He's working himself up into quite a frenzy and although I didn’t think I would be able to orgasm from penetration alone, he is working me into quite a frenzy too. If he thinks this is going to stop me from waking him up early again, he is very much mistaken. It is only encouraging me to do it every morning. I’m not sure Wyatt quite understands what the term punishment means because he said this is a punishment and it feels like heaven.

Another hard thrust into me and this one rubs his cock across my g spot and that feeling inside of me pushes me over the edge. I cry out, screaming Wyatt’s name as I come hard. My elbows collapse and start to bend and the only thing stopping me from hitting the ground on my face is Wyatt’s hands on my hips. He pulls me back and forth as he keeps thrusting and pleasure keeps flying around my body leaving me gasping for air and my body floppy.

He pulls me right back one more time and I feel him orgasm. His fingers dig into my hips, and I think that slightly painful grip is the only thing that stops me from passing out as another wave of pleasure crashes over me and I go rigid. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t see. I can only ride this wave of intoxicating ecstasy.

It starts to fade, and I come back to myself. I can see again, and I can breathe again, and I’m panting, trying to get myself under some sort of control. Wyatt moans my name and then he slips out of me and moves back onto his knees. He pulls me with him, and I sit on his lap, wrapped up in his arms. I lean back against his chest, and I can feel it rising and falling fast as he pants, and I can feel his heartbeat racing.

I reach up with one hand and put it behind his neck, pulling his face down to mine. I press my lips against his and we kiss deeply and lovingly, and we only break apart when neither of us can get enough air. I slump against Wyatt, sated and content in his arms.

I don’t know how long has passed, but I’m starting to doze off when Wyatt moves beneath me, and I wake up with a start. We are still on the ground.

“Sorry,” Wyatt says as he gently lifts me off his lap. “I have a cramp in my leg.”

He gets up and massages the cramp out of his muscle. I watch him for a moment, drinking in his beautiful body and then I force my aching body to stand up. I gather the pillows and put them back on the bed and then I get on to the bed on Wyatt’s side and shuffle across to my side. Wyatt gets in beside me.

I lay on my side facing Wyatt and Wyatt lays on his stomach, his face turned towards me. He smiles at me, and I smile back sleepily.

“So now you know what happens if you wake me up before I have to be up,” Wyatt says with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh God, don’t say that” I say with a soft laugh. “Neither of us will ever sleep again.”

He laughs.

“Fair point,” he says.

He reaches across the gap between us, and I think he wants to hold my hand, but his searching hand moves past my fingers and the next thing I know, he has two fingers between my lips, one on either side of my swollen clit. I hiss slightly, sucking air in through my teeth, as my clit pulses painfully. It is so tender from everything we have already done tonight, but his touch has already awakened my lust for him, and my clit is pulsing with desire despite the pain.

He starts off gentle, rubbing me with a barely-there touch until my clit settles down. After a moment or two, the intense pain has become the usual intense amazing feeling that comes with my clit being touched. Wyatt must feel my body relaxing because he seems to know that I’m no longer hurting, and he ups the intensity of his touch. I bend my top leg and rest on the flat of my foot, so I’m more open to Wyatt’s touch.

This time, he isn’t massaging my clit. He keeps his fingers one on either side of it and he scissors them, creating a sensation not unlike a heartbeat where each strike sends a flood of pleasure through my pussy. Just when I get used to the sensation, he changes it up. His fingers still scissor on me, in and out, squeezing and releasing, but now they also move backwards and forwards, rubbing against the sides of my clit as they scissor in and out.

The new sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come before I even realize I’m on the brink of an orgasm. I feel a shudder go through my whole body and I close my eyes and float away on wave after wave of gentle pleasure. Each wave is more intense than the one before it, and I’m sure that I can’t take any more of this, but more keeps on coming and I keep on taking it.