Lovers in law (25 page)

“I’ve wanted
to touch your pussy all night,” he growled. His
thigh forced mine apart and his long fingers slipped inside my new,
red panties. “You’re so fucking hot, Allie.”

His
fingertip glossed through the swollen folds of my sex,
taking in my clit and anus in one sweep. My body liquefied against
his hand and my juices flowed, readying my pussy for the sweet
invasion of his enormous cock.

Another sweep of his hand had
me thrusting against his palm while he tried to force his finger
deep inside me.
But my panties were too
tight and he cursed under his breath in frustration.

Grasping
the
m with both hands, he ripped them from
me and forced my legs wider.

“You’re an animal,” I gasped
against
his hungry mouth as the red lace
hit the floor.

“And I’m going to fuck you like one
before the night’s over,” he promised.

F
ingers pierced my pussy roughly, stretching the tender skin
wide and taut. I grasped Radford’s wrist and forced his hand deeper
into me, afraid I might come before he’d had chance to fuck me the
way we both wanted.

“I want your cock now,” I
demanded, pushing him away to make room to undo his trousers and
plunging
my hand down the front of his
shorts. His monumental cock thrust hard and thick between my
fingers and his deep rumble of pleasure ran through us both. The
scent of pre-cum and hot, engorged flesh rose up and I began to
salivate.

“Suck it,” Radford demanded,
taking his sticky fingers out of my pussy. “On your knees. Remind
me what you can do with that hot mouth of yours.”

I needed no second invitation.

My tongue
ran around the purple head. My lips kissed away the drops
of pre-cum. My hands pushed Radford’s strong thighs wider and
massaged his balls. And finally, my mouth opened to draw his thick,
heavy dick deep into my throat.

It bulged against my tongue.
Delicious. Satisfying. Magnificent.
I
feasted on it – sucking, biting and swallowing the taste of raw,
unrestrained sex. My pussy ached to have this giant inside me and I
reached down to play my own games with my swollen sex.

Barely able to stand on shaking
legs, Radford leaned forward to undo my dress and pulled it off
over my head.

“You’re touching yourself,”
he said, able to see me doing it at last. His cock pulsed against
my lips. “You’re turning me on so much. I love watching you. But
don’t make yourself come,” he warned. My creative tongue on the
underside of his cock took his breath away for a moment. “Not yet,”
he gasped. “I want that pleasure.”

H
e
dropped my bra straps from my shoulders and slid his hands into the
red, lacy cups that barely supported my breasts. They were swollen
with lust and tender to the touch, making me moan around his shaft.
The reverberations sank into Radford’s heavy balls and his libido
went into meltdown.

He pulled his cock from
between my lips and dropped to his knees in front of me. His mouth
came down on mine and he tasted himself on my tongue.
Lust held me captive while his fingers found my
pussy again and pushed inside beside my own.

“Feel how wet you’re making
me,” I gasped
as he thumb flicked across
my clit. “Fuck me, Radford. Fuck me right now.”

“Not yet.” I felt him grin
against my lips. “Not until I’ve had my dessert.”

He picked up
the pot of tiramisu we’d dropped on the floor in
our haste to undress. Standing up, naked and magnificent in front
of me, he pulled me to my feet and swept me up into his arms. On
the huge dining table, beside the long windows overlooking the
river, he lay me down and pushed my thighs wide apart.

“I’m
going to fuck you in front of the whole of London,” he
vowed, making it sound like a delicious threat. “I’m going to eat
dessert off your pussy then fuck you for anyone who cares to
watch.”

Privacy was the last of my worries
as my clit ignited.

“Make me come,” I begged, my
body fluid with desire. “Fuck me hard and make me come.”

My stockinged thighs clenched
around
Radford’s hips and I yanked him
towards me. The length of his cock rested in my pussy folds,
pressing down hard on my swollen clit. My juices soaked his balls.
The slender heels of my red shoes pressed against his arse, leaving
wheals that would be still there the next morning.

My bra was off and
discarded
in a second. Radford cupped my
breasts and pushed them tight together. His fingers teased my
nipples erect and I arched my back up from the table, pressing
against his hands.

“I’m going to fuck these beautiful
tits later,” he promised. “Once I’ve had my fill of your pussy I’m
going to fuck every other part of your body too.”

“Yes please,” I panted. “Fuck me
everywhere, like before.”

He pinched my nipples hard,
intending to hurt and delight in equal measure. Sensation raced
through every nerve and into my sex like
flames sizzling along a fuse wire towards explosives. I
went wild for him.

I tried to sit up, to reach
for him but Radford
shook his head in
rebuke and held me down flat against the table. His finger dipped
into the dessert.

“Taste this,” he demanded,
offering it to me. I sucked it into my mouth greedily, tasting
cream and coffee and the flavour of sex on his fingers. “That’s how
good it’ll taste to me when I eat it from your pussy.”

“Do it now.
Please
!” Tears of frustration came to my
eyes. But the smile on Radford’s face told me he was enjoying
torturing me.

“First I have to taste it
here,” he said, sweeping a second scoop across my tightly-budded
nipples.

His hot mouth came down on
them, devouring dessert and breast in the same mouthful. He licked,
sucked, tasted and ate me until I couldn’t distinguish my breasts
from his tongue.

“And from here…”

A slick of tiramisu across my
lips was kissed away until not an atom remained.

“And here too.”

This time, the sweet cream
filled my navel and my belly tightened in anticipation, the nearer
Radford’s lips travelled down towards my pussy.

Dropping to his knees beside
the table, Radford spread the remaining dessert across the hot
space between my thighs.
The alcohol
inflamed the skin deep inside the folds of my sex and I squirmed
against Radford’s fingers.

“That feels so good,” I
sighed
, my body going limp. All thoughts
of bringing Radford pleasure left me as I sprawled back across the
table top and let him do whatever he pleased with me.

But the ecstasy was only just
beginning.

Radford’s tongue swept along
from the top of my stockings to the centre of my sex where it
circled my clit, detonating seismic waves in every limb. He licked
his lips and grinned up at me along my body.

“Mmmm. You taste so
delicious,” he breathed. The other thigh was then licked clean
before his tongue returned to the centre. “Mouth-watering. I can’t
wait to taste the rest.”

My body imploded and I
screamed his name as his
tongue pierced
me to devour the taste of sex and sweetness. His hands slid under
my arse, cupping my cheeks and wrenching my pussy hard against his
mouth.

There was no escaping
Radford’s appetite. He fed voraciously on my tender flesh, sucking
up every last morsel of
my sweetened
juices into his eager mouth. Biting and licking the delicate
furrows around my sex. Trapping my clitoris between his lips and
teasing it with the tip of his tongue until it exploded.

As the first waves of orgasm
took me over, I turned my head. Out in the darkness,
on the other side of the window, a thousand
pairs of eyes could have been watching us. People crossing the
bridge below could have looked up and seen Radford on his knees
between my legs, eating dessert from my pussy and getting ready to
fuck me hard.

It was the biggest turn on
ever
.

The waves of pleasure
building between my thighs crested and rolled onward, building
momentum with every sweep of Radford’s hot tongue.

“I’m coming,” I tried to pant
but the words seized in my throat, every nerve channelled into the
sweet spot between my legs.

I’d wanted Radford inside me
that first time but
suddenly I no longer
cared. All that mattered was my steady climb to a shattering
conclusion and satisfying the hunger for Radford’s body that had
growled inside me for the last six months.

I pinched my nipples, still
tender with Radford’s teeth marks. The carnal moans coming from
deep inside me, I hardly recognised as my own; urging him to lick
me harder, to push his fingers deeper inside me, to suck and bite
my yearning flesh.

When I thought I couldn’t
stand the sweet torture for a second longer, a
deluge of sensation swept through me, stripping me of
breath and reason.

My limbs went rigid.
The heels of my shiny, new shoes dug into
Radford’s back. My hands grasped his head and forced his exquisite
mouth tight against my pussy as its walls spasmed around his
tongue.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, finally
finding my voice. “Like that. There. Harder. Again.”

He obeyed and
I came convulsively and loudly, shouting
Radford’s name out across the river.

T
he
inside of my chest burned white hot with my racing heart and every
vein in my body combusted. But this heat was nothing compared with
the forest fire Radford’s tongue had kindled deep within my core.
It burned out of control, transporting me way outside of myself
until there was nothing left in the world but sex and
satisfaction.

Radford’s
hot mouth gorged itself, draining every last drop of
pleasure from my pussy. My thighs dripped with my juices and his.
The nectar of sex hung in the air around us. I’d been consumed by
Radford’s longing and had surrendered myself to his sensual
gluttony until the last shudders of orgasm ebbed away.

I exhaled
and relaxed, sated and exhausted. Beyond words or further
feeling.

Radford kissed
all over my swollen, tender pussy to soothe away
the maelstrom his rough mouth had created there. The tip of his
tongue lapped around my clit gently, teasingly. From there it swept
down through the seams of my sex and pressed insistently against my
anus before his teeth nibbled and bit around the lips of my
pussy.

“That was
…unbelievable,” I whispered unevenly. “I’ve never…I’ve
never come so hard.”

Radford stood up, wrapped my
thighs tighter around hi
s hips and lifted
me up off the table. I reached down for his cock and sighed
blissfully to find it still huge and horny. The night wasn’t over
yet by a very long way.

“I want to do
something for you now,” I said, kissing him and
tasting myself on his lips. I hoped that I’d still be capable of
pleasing him in my bliss-weakened state.

“Don’t worry.
It’s most definitely my turn.”

He carried me across the
room, nearer to the window and set me down. I pulled him close and
kissed him again, tasting the remnants of my sex, coffee and sweet
Marsala on his tongue. My hand stroked his cock up and down,
gripping and releasing until his hips picked up my
rhythm.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I’ve told you already what I
want,” Radford murmured. A tattered sigh escaped him as I massaged
his balls. “Turn around and bend over. I want to fuck you and your
new red shoes with the whole of London watching.”

She thought we’d done.
Allie stretched out across the table and her
thighs relaxed their grip. Her high heels had bitten into my back
when she came but I’d fantasised about those long legs and red
shoes all night. The grazes were a wet dream come true.

My hunger for Allie had made
me rough with her soft, shaven pussy but she’d loved the way I’d
devoured her. I can’t count the number of women I’ve gone down on –
I love getting up close and very personal with that part of a
woman’s anatomy – but none of them had ever melted their luscious
sex against my mouth the way Allie did that night.

When her orgasm
came
, it had exploded through her,
sending shockwaves into my tongue while I drank the taste of
tiramisu from her pussy.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her
properly.

I set her down
facing the window and stood behind her, her
naked body reflected back at me in the glass. “Touch yourself,” I
commanded. “Let me see you make yourself ready for me.”

Her reflection smiled back at
me as I watched her red-nailed finger snake down her body and in
between the lips of her wet sex. She rubbed her clit, surprising
herself at the pleasure she could still find there after coming so
hard. She sighed and closed her eyes, losing herself in the
sensations her hand kindled between her legs.