Voyeur (32 page)

heavy as he hooked his thumbs through the elastic
at both hips and proceeded to rol them slowly down. His blood ran
hotter the second his eyes fel on that lovely pussy she’d bared just for
him.

Tossing the thong quickly aside, he parted her legs again, wide, and
knelt to kiss her moist pink folds. She sighed, and he used both thumbs
to play with the delicate creases of warm flesh as he lowered another
kiss to her clit, swol en and damp. This time she moaned.

He kissed the hot nub again with both tongue and lips as she lifted against his mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm that drove him wild. Dropping lower,

he licked deeply into her, drinking of her, wanting to take her juices inside him, wanting to feel her welcoming wetness in his mouth,
on
his mouth, on his face. If ever there was a place a man wanted to drown ...

God, he needed stil more of her, needed to have her in other ways. He always tried to be a generous lover, with Laura especial y—giving her

pleasure brought
him
more pleasure than he could easily understand— but at the moment, he needed to take, just a little. His cock ached for her.

Rising up over her again, peering down into her sweet, impassioned eyes, he said, "I need to fuck you, baby."

She sighed hotly in reply and the sweet desire on her face drew him in, made him focus on her perfect mouth, made him think of how incredible she

looked sucking him. He ran the tip of his index finger in a circle around the edge of her parted lips. "I need to fuck you . . .
here,"
he whispered, then let his finger dip inside. She sucked it wetly as he pul ed it back out, then shifted upward so that his knees rested on either side of her head, and

used one hand to slowly ease the tip of his shaft between her lips.

She opened eagerly, moaning her pleasure. God, she was beautiful taking his cock into that pretty mouth, letting him move in and out, in and out—

so good, so very good. When she reached up to cup his bal s, he groaned and slid in a little deeper.

But he forced himself to slowly extract his wet length from those sweet, moist lips, backing down her body just enough that it came to rest between

her supple breasts. "And I need to fuck you
here,"
he breathed, using his hands to press the two soft mounds around his erection as he slipped wetly back and forth in the val ey between.

"Oh ... " she cooed, hot and aroused, and he loved that she enjoyed this as much as he did. Her eyes fel shut in sheer delight, and he fucked her slow and deep that way, the lace of the bra underneath abrading his skin lightly, teasing his bal s.

Final y, he released her breasts and headed south once more until he knelt between her legs, nudging his shaft at her beautiful y parted cunt. "And I need to fuck you
here,"
he told her, then drove into her warm, tight passageway, amazed at how easily her body accepted him now.

She sobbed heatedly, lifting to take him deeper, and as he drove farther into the welcoming tunnel, she let out a severely pleasured moan. "Love

when you re inside me, Braden. Love how big you are in me."

He stil knelt, upright, with her thighs hugging his hips. He braced his hands on her ass and pul ed her toward him, again, again, listening to her hot little cries at each deep thrust. "Do you want to ride me, my naughty little girl?"

"Mmm," she purred, looking lost in the heady passion. "Yes, baby—yes."

Bending over her, he slid his arms up the length of her back and said, "Wrap around me." She did so, with both arms and legs, al owing him to haul her up into his lap without disconnecting their bodies.

"Oh!" she screeched at the deeper impact of sitting up on his cock. He watched as she bit her lip and absorbed the hot pleasure the position provided.

"I love that you feel it deeper this way," he told her. And he also loved fucking her with their faces so close, her nipples grazing his chest, their limbs entwined. He loved everything about the woman, and he wanted this hot little ride to take her to heaven.

Laura began to move on him, her body responding instinctively. His erection felt like it stretched forever inside her, like it must be expanding the

depths of her pussy with every thrust. She gripped his strong shoulders and started to grind against him, her clit rubbing against the flesh above his shaft.

He leaned back against the window, seeming to relax a bit as she recaptured control. They kissed, their tongues touching, lips lingering, and

Braden’s sure hands caressed her breasts above the bra.

"Suck them," she said, looking boldly into his eyes.

"Ah, damn," he groaned, his voice brimming with the usual heat, and when he bent to take one of her needy nipples into his mouth, it pushed her closer toward the orgasm building inside her.

"Oh God, baby, yeah," she murmured amid the swal owing pleasure.

She rode him hard, concentrating on his firm cock inside her and the way her clit brushed against him with every undulation of her hips;

concentrating on the hot pul of his mouth at her breast, on the sound of her breathing. He lifted his head and she looked into his dark eyes, took in his handsome face, and she saw in the periphery the multitude of stars surrounding him, seeming close enough to touch even though they were

mil ions of miles away.

"I'm gonna make you come now," he promised, and she wondered how he could possibly say such a thing with so much confidence, yet at the

same time, she total y believed him.

With his hands on her bottom, he pressed the tip of one finger to the fissure of her ass—and sent her exploding into space. The pleasure swept

through her from head to toe, the mind-blowing orgasm nearly swal owing her, somehow seeming al the more engulfing for the view of the cosmos

out the window at his back.

When the intense, jolting sensations final y passed, she found herself spent, leaning to rest her forehead on his shoulder.

She could almost feel his grin when he said, "Think you'l recover?"

"I don’t know," she said, breathless. "Sometimes, with you, the way I come . . . its just so powerful. You make me crazed." She lifted her head to see his smile unfurl farther.

"So I noticed. Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

She tilted her head. "Um ... a backrub, maybe?"

He laughed. "Are you kidding?"

She shook her head. "If you want me to be able to go on, you're gonna have to relax me a little, restore my energy."

He gave his head a chiding tilt. "Be it known, little miss snowflake, that I don’t usual y stop mid-fuck to give a backrub." Yet even as he said it, he was lifting her off him, turning her over on the quilt, then straddling her hips to begin slowly massaging her shoulders.

"Then I must be special."

He dropped a quick kiss between her shoulder blades and said near her ear, "Yes, you must be. How’s that feel?"

"Mmm," she sighed. "Nice."

"I aim to please."

"You aim quite wel —especial y with that big tool of yours."

The remark earned a laugh from him as he continued with the soothing massage. "Who'd have thought you'd turn out to be such a bad girl?"

"You, apparently," she reminded him. "You worked awful y hard to make me into one."

He gently unhooked her bra to continue the rub but before long reached around beneath her, seeking her breasts. She found herself lifting, to give

him access, moaning as his hands closed back over the soft flesh, catching the nipples gently between his fingers. "You're right, I did. And now that you're such a naughty girl, I'm going to have to spank you."

She looked over her shoulder, bit her lip. His cock rested in the val ey of her ass. "You said we'd get to that, but I'd forgotten about it."

His voice dropped to a low whisper. "You need to be punished."

The truth was, Laura had no idea what the fuss was about spankings, but she figured if anyone could show her, it was Braden. "Discipline me," she said.

As Braden eased off her, she found herself spreading her legs so he could kneel between, bending over her. The tip of his hard shaft stil jutted

slightly into her ass, making her feel the vague desire to shift, so it would fal in the middle. She did, and they both sighed—just before the flat of his hand struck her rear.

"Oh!" she cried, flinching.

She'd barely recovered when he slapped his palm down again. This time, she held in her shriek, but emitted more of a grunt, gritting her teeth.

By the time the third strike came, she realized that the little shock it sent through her already aroused body heightened the sensation—al over.

And as his spanking continued, as he told her again what a naughty, naughty girl she'd been, the blows began to reverberate through her ass down

into her pussy, making it tingle hotly and burn for more stimulation. She realized her cries now sounded a lot more like moans, and that she yearned

to be fucked again. She found herself lifting her ass in the air, higher, higher, seeking more of his hot spanking, as he said, "Have you been

sufficiently punished yet? Or do you need more?"

"I—I'm not sure." She peeked over her shoulder again. "But I definitely need more of
something!'

His wicked grin said he could read her state of excitement loud and clear. Slowly, he hooked one arm around her waist, warm and firm, and leaned

over her back, pressing his chest there, to whisper slowly, deeply in her ear, al seriousness. "Is there anything else I can do for you, baby? Anything we haven't done, haven't tried—any games we haven't played that you want to play? Any pleasure I can bring you that I haven't brought you

already?"

His hard length had slid ful y into the crease of her ass again, and she found herself desiring more sensation there, and peeking numbly over her

shoulder at his face, then lower, but not saying anything.

He rubbed gently against her, and she moaned.

The next time she looked back at him, his eyes twinkled darkly. "You want me to fuck your tight little ass." A statement, not a question.

She shivered and replied honestly. "Actual y, I'm afraid of it. Afraid it wil hurt and ruin the night."

His face was only an inch from hers when he said, "I would never let that happen." And without waiting for her to answer, he pul ed her up with that anchoring arm onto her hands and knees and dipped two fingers from his free hand into the damp flesh between her thighs. "Oh God," she said at the unexpected touch, surprised when he pushed them deep, al the way inside her pussy. She responded, unable not to, thrusting back against

them, taking them to the hilt. She let out hot breaths with each stroke, aware she could hear them moving in her wetness.

Which is when he pul ed them out.

She tossed a look over her shoulder, ready to protest—when he slid one wet finger smoothly into her asshole.

"Oh!" she cried out, both startled and weakened. She'd never felt anything like it. New, fresh, hot sensation in an entirely different opening.

Just like with her pussy, he began sliding his finger in and out—and she fol owed her instincts, starting to move gingerly against it, meeting the soft drives. Her face flushed with heat as she tried to get used to this new sort of fucking, and her arms began to feel weak. But her body continued

moving, taking, accepting, wanting more.

"How’s that, baby?" he asked. "Feel good?"

She couldn’t deny it—although an "mmm" was the only answer she could manage.

"That's right," he said softly. "Fuck my fingers. Fuck my fingers with your sweet little ass."

She was about to think,
Fingers? As in more than one?
when she felt a second enter. "Oh God, Braden."

"Good?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

Soon, he thrust harder, rougher, and she heard her hot whimpers but was barely aware of making the sounds. She was losing herself in the odd

sensation, feeling her body fil ing with heat, and aware she wanted more.

"You want my cock there, baby?" he leaned near her ear to ask.

She knew it was a rhetorical question, knew he was planning to give it to her whether or not she was brave enough to ask for it. But a sense
of self-preservation made her utter one word amid her intense arousal. "Scared."

He slowed the drives of his fingers and spoke soothingly. "Nothing to fear, honey, I promise. Just relax. And enjoy. Think about how good your ass feels right now. Think about how you want more, how you want my cock deep inside you there." Then his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "I have to do it, Laura. I have to be the man who takes that last little shred of virginity from you. You know that, don t you?"

She understood what he was saying—it only made sense. If she wanted it, he was the right man to give it to her. And it had to be now, tonight. And

if she got this close to it without experiencing it, she would always regret it, always wonder how it would have felt.

"Yes," she final y said, her voice smal but sure.

He moaned at her acquiescence, then changed how he used his fingers. Her anal opening was wet with her own juices now, and he began turning

his fingers in circular motions, as if trying to widen her, make her even more ready. "God ... oh God," she heard herself moan.

When his fingers left her, she took a deep breath.

"Relax for me, baby," he said. "Relax and want me."

Yes, I do. So much.
She was too drained and excited to say it, but she wanted to give him that last piece of her virginity now more than she wanted to breathe.

The tip of his cock felt hard yet moist against her, and she knew a deep, primal yearning to accept it there, in that impossibly tiny opening. He

pushed, and she thought the head began to enter. She heard an "unh" escape her.

Behind her, his breath grew heavy, his hands tightening on her waist.

She bit her lower lip as he delivered another gentle thrust, then began to rock rhythmical y against her. She rocked back, trying to meet him, take