didn’t lose contact with her clit through her jeans.
‘Tell me,’ he growled, his mouth against her throat, and the next moment he was attacking her with a biting, sucking kiss on the tender skin at the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. The soft tickle of his short neat beard was intoxicating.
‘I want to come. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His breath seemed to boil against her skin and he pushed again, trapping his own hand between her pelvis and the hard marble of the counter. If it hurt him he gave no indication, he just squeezed her harder.
‘I’m not asking. I’m telling,’ she hissed at him through gritted teeth. The corridor outside was short. They weren’t all that far from the main room of the café.
‘Ah yes, I love a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t hold back from demanding it.’
Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, she shot back at him,
‘Well, I fucking well demand that you lock that door before you do anything else.’
‘Your wish is my command.’ Still holding her, he backed to the door and, not letting go of her crotch, he reached behind him with his free hand and flipped the key. Then, before she knew what was going on, and while she watched his swift economical actions in the mirror, he reached around and, using both hands now, unfastened her jeans and pushed them, and her panties inside them, down to her knees.
‘There, that’s better.’
Leaning against the door, he drew her close to him and grabbed her between her legs again in the same hard uncompromising hold as before. Only this time his fingers slid instantly between her folds and found her clit, unprotected now.
Sandy bit back a groan as he began to manipulate her slowly, but with gusto.
It had been a bit like this in the hallway, when they’d watched Kat and Greg, but now the piquancy was to both feel his rough caress, and simultaneously watch her own reaction.
Her face was bright pink and tendrils of her hair were breaking free from her loosely wound plait. Beneath her white jumper and her thin bra, she could see the hint of hernipples, as dark and firm as a pair of little hedgerow fruits. Like the blackberries in Kat’s delicious home-made crumble.
That idea made her laugh out loud, hysteria bubbling.
‘What’s so funny, beautiful girl?’ breathed Jay in her ear. His face wasn’t red but it was intense, almost luminous with a kind of raw desire she’d never seen in a man, even in a situation like this. Correction, when had there ever been a situation like this? But still she’d never seen a man want her quite as much as Jay seemed to do, even when they’d been fucking her.
‘Weird thoughts in my head. Just ignore me. Get on with it.’ He laughed again, a low rumble that went right through both their bodies and vibrated in the very centre of her sex. Inclining over her, he pushed her forward against the sink, still stroking her clitoris while at the same time rubbing his hand over her bare bottom in lazy circles.
What are you going to do? Smack me for being a greedy, horny girl?
She couldn’t voice it, her throat was tight with lust, but he seemed to hear her. As she looked up to see him in the mirror again, he winked. ‘Maybe another time. I think I’d prefer to fuck you right now, if you don’t mind?’
‘I … I’ve no objections.’ Sandy let out a stifled squeak as a light, almost accidental orgasm set her pussy quivering. It wasn’t quite a proper full climax, more a little hiccup of pleasure, short and sharp, gone again in an instant.
‘Good girl. Now why don’t you push up your jumper and bra and let me get a look at your sweet little breasts?’
‘They’re not that little!’
‘Of course they aren’t. They’re the perfect size.’ As if to illustrate the fact, he rearranged his hands, sliding themboth between the edge of counter and her chest, underneath her jumper, each to cradle a breast, thumbing her
‘Tell me,’ he growled, his mouth against her throat, and the next moment he was attacking her with a biting, sucking kiss on the tender skin at the juncture of her neck and her shoulder. The soft tickle of his short neat beard was intoxicating.
‘I want to come. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me.’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’ His breath seemed to boil against her skin and he pushed again, trapping his own hand between her pelvis and the hard marble of the counter. If it hurt him he gave no indication, he just squeezed her harder.
‘I’m not asking. I’m telling,’ she hissed at him through gritted teeth. The corridor outside was short. They weren’t all that far from the main room of the café.
‘Ah yes, I love a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t hold back from demanding it.’
Teetering on the brink of an orgasm, she shot back at him,
‘Well, I fucking well demand that you lock that door before you do anything else.’
‘Your wish is my command.’ Still holding her, he backed to the door and, not letting go of her crotch, he reached behind him with his free hand and flipped the key. Then, before she knew what was going on, and while she watched his swift economical actions in the mirror, he reached around and, using both hands now, unfastened her jeans and pushed them, and her panties inside them, down to her knees.
‘There, that’s better.’
Leaning against the door, he drew her close to him and grabbed her between her legs again in the same hard uncompromising hold as before. Only this time his fingers slid instantly between her folds and found her clit, unprotected now.
Sandy bit back a groan as he began to manipulate her slowly, but with gusto.
It had been a bit like this in the hallway, when they’d watched Kat and Greg, but now the piquancy was to both feel his rough caress, and simultaneously watch her own reaction.
Her face was bright pink and tendrils of her hair were breaking free from her loosely wound plait. Beneath her white jumper and her thin bra, she could see the hint of hernipples, as dark and firm as a pair of little hedgerow fruits. Like the blackberries in Kat’s delicious home-made crumble.
That idea made her laugh out loud, hysteria bubbling.
‘What’s so funny, beautiful girl?’ breathed Jay in her ear. His face wasn’t red but it was intense, almost luminous with a kind of raw desire she’d never seen in a man, even in a situation like this. Correction, when had there ever been a situation like this? But still she’d never seen a man want her quite as much as Jay seemed to do, even when they’d been fucking her.
‘Weird thoughts in my head. Just ignore me. Get on with it.’ He laughed again, a low rumble that went right through both their bodies and vibrated in the very centre of her sex. Inclining over her, he pushed her forward against the sink, still stroking her clitoris while at the same time rubbing his hand over her bare bottom in lazy circles.
What are you going to do? Smack me for being a greedy, horny girl?
She couldn’t voice it, her throat was tight with lust, but he seemed to hear her. As she looked up to see him in the mirror again, he winked. ‘Maybe another time. I think I’d prefer to fuck you right now, if you don’t mind?’
‘I … I’ve no objections.’ Sandy let out a stifled squeak as a light, almost accidental orgasm set her pussy quivering. It wasn’t quite a proper full climax, more a little hiccup of pleasure, short and sharp, gone again in an instant.
‘Good girl. Now why don’t you push up your jumper and bra and let me get a look at your sweet little breasts?’
‘They’re not that little!’
‘Of course they aren’t. They’re the perfect size.’ As if to illustrate the fact, he rearranged his hands, sliding themboth between the edge of counter and her chest, underneath her jumper, each to cradle a breast, thumbing her
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