Borden

She twisted beneath him, her hands moving everywhere, up and down his back, squeezing at his thick triceps. He resisted roaming her body with his hands. He needed to maintain his control, not go all out the way his body desperately wanted him to. It’d always been like this in sex for him. He wanted to fuck hard, wanted to feel that cocktail of pain and pleasure merging together. But he couldn’t do that. Those were merely fantasies never to be realized, and it didn’t matter so much now. Not when he was kissing the shit out of the sexiest woman he’d ever met, one that twisted him apart with her strange want for him.

“Please, touch me,” she begged, lifting her hips up so she could rub her pussy against the hardness in his jeans. “Please, Marcus.”

He groaned. God, he loved his name on her tongue. Loved hearing her say it.

He spread her legs wide, and he was thankful then of this couch. It may have been shit but it was a fucking mammoth. With his elbows propped along each side of her, he used only his mouth to touch her. He kissed her so deeply, they were out of breath when he finally pulled away. He pushed down her body, kissing her neck and licking over her pebbled nipples through her thin shirt. She seemed most responsive there, so he licked and bit lightly, causing her to jolt beneath him. She was breathing fast, he could hear her heartbeats as he descended, kissing over her clothes, driving her even wilder.

This was anticipation, and he loved giving it to women slowly, winding them up before they exploded. Down her hips he went, sliding her skirt up to expose her black lacy underwear. He nibbled up her inner thighs, leaving wet cool trails behind. He could smell her arousal, and it sent more sparks to his dick. She was madly turned on. He licked at her pussy, keeping the underwear there as a barrier, and she shook beneath him, moaning loudly into the quiet air.

“Please,” she continued to beg.

He pulled her underwear down her long legs, and fuck did they go on for miles. He tossed it on the floor and returned to the soft skin between her legs. He was hard, very fucking hard, as he lightly flicked his tongue along her moist pussy. She bucked beneath him, her hands flying straight to his short hair, and he wished right there and then she’d dig her French tips into his scalp and prove to him how riled up she was. Fucking hurt me. He begged internally. She scratched in need instead, and he forced her hips down in place and sucked at her clit.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned.

He felt her tensing around him, trying hard to lift her hips as her pleasure rose. He ate her up, using his strength to keep her still as he intensified and prolonged his movements, licking fast and then slow, until she couldn’t hold back. She shook, coming against his mouth, crying out as her nails finally dug into the back of his head. He moved his head along her nails, relishing in that pain, because that pain made his dick throb.

Fuck, it’d been a while since he was with a woman. He was worried he’d come right then and there in his pants and how the fuck would he live that down?

She was panting by the time he surfaced. On his knees, he hastily pulled off his belt – he couldn’t wait another minute – and removed a condom from his pocket. She stared hungrily at his movements, watching with an open mouth as he shoved his jeans and briefs off before moving back over her.

“Just so you know, I’m pierced, baby,” he then said, gesturing to his dick.

She stilled and looked down, her eyes widening. “Where?”

He showed her the frenulum piercing a couple inches below the head of his dick. Her jaw dropped. To his surprise, she looked absolutely horrified.

“Can you take it out?” she asked, nervously.

“If that’s what you want,” he answered, fighting the slight disappointment he felt at her response. It usually went the other way. “It’s meant to enhance the pleasure for you –”

“What about the condom? Won’t it break?”

“That’s never happened to me.”

She hesitantly looked back at his length, debating about it for a moment before whispering, “Can you take it out? I just… I don’t know. I’m a little scared of getting cut up, or something.”

He bit his tongue and nodded. “I’ll take it out for you, babe.”

He climbed off the couch and walked to the window where the moonlight offered him better vision and carefully removed his piercing. It was a damn fucking shame, too. Girls usually exploded beneath him at the feel of it, and he would have loved to have seen that same reaction in Kate.

He slipped the condom on and returned, and by then, she had her legs closed and was looking worriedly at him. He stopped and gazed at her face, his brows coming together.

“You alright?” he said, wondering if the damn piercing had turned her off completely.

“I haven’t upset you, have I?” she asked. “About taking it out, I mean.”

He smiled down at her and shook his head. “No way, beautiful. I’m just going to have to work a little harder to get you screaming.”

He didn’t need the light to know she was blushing. She gave him a shy smile and her legs came apart. He moved back over her and softly kissed those red lips, letting his hands roam her body, cupping at her breasts, until she was arching under his grip and moaning.

“You’re fucking sexy, you know that?” he muttered against her mouth, staring down at her. “It’s like you walked out of my dreams, with your little red fucking lips and big tits. What am I gonna do if your pussy is tight too? I’ll fucking die, for real.”

She smiled at him again, her lustful eyes begging for him to take her, and he spread her legs to do just that. He rubbed at her pussy slowly, studying her reaction before he eased himself inside her.

Yeah, she was tight. Fucking tighter than a glove, dear God.

He froze, taking in that wave of pleasure, hardly breathing, hardly thinking, just feeling. Yeah, just feeling as he moved back and slammed into her again, causing her to jump and moan loudly. Settling his elbows on either side of her head, he moved in and out with deliberate slow thrusts. It was hard. Fuck, it was hard not to let go and pound her silly.

“Run those sexy fingernails down my spine, baby,” he told her in between every thrust.

So enveloped in bliss, she wrapped her arms around him and dragged her nails down his back. It wasn’t hard enough, it didn’t pain enough, but the beauty’s moans were enough to rile him up to release.