“That’s real good, Margo.”
She sucks harder. My cock is so hard now it’s almost painful. My free hand strokes up the back of her thigh, dipping between her legs to find her soaking wet and ready. Fuck. I’m done playing games. I unclasp my belt and pull it from my pants with a loud snap, then undo the button of my fly.
“Kneel,” I command.
Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor between my legs, eyes looking up at me with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
I take her glasses off gently and set them against my whiskey glass, then push down my pants and pull out a cock that’s stiff with craving, stroking my other hand around the side of her face, into her hair, around the back of her head, pulling her forward.
“Closer.”
Those parted lips move toward my cock so slowly I’m aching when they touch me. They roll over the head, soft and moist, and I drop my head back with intensifying relief—the end of one yearning, but the beginning of another. I look down and see Margo’s eyes close as she works my shaft with reverence, pulling back to roll the head in her mouth, lipsticked lips smearing themselves over every inch of me.
“That’s it…” I whisper in a low murmur. “Take it all.”
My hand still on the back of her head, I pull her onto me, press my length deeper into her mouth, against her tongue. She bobs and winds her mouth around it, cock pushing inside her cheek, against the back of her throat, half-choking her as I start to thrust. I sweep her hair back into a ponytail, hold it in my fist, and now she’s manic, thirsty, hungry for it. Her eyes glance up at me as she gorges on cock, impales herself on it, sweeps her mouth over it and traps me between urge and release, rocking my body from my balls to the center of my being.
“Stop,” I say, as her tongue whirls over my shaft, as she sucks the head of my cock hard against the roof of her mouth. “Enough.”
I pull her away by her hair and she leans back, hands clasped in her lap like a well-behaved schoolgirl. I get up and walk slowly to the other side of the room as I undo my shirt, kick my pants off, and then pull a condom from my pocket. When I turn around she’s up on those high heels again, her face blushing, lips engorged, chest heaving with quick breaths.
I roll on the condom. Margo pulls at the hem of her tight dress but I stop her.
“Don’t undress,” I say as I step closer, rolling my shoulders like an animal stalking its prey. “I wanna fuck you in that outfit.”
She smiles teasingly, moving back a little as she beckons me with her eyes. Then she’s back up against the window with nowhere left to retreat.
I move close enough to see the red flushing of her skin, close enough to smell her perfume, close enough to feel the hotness of her breath. She tilts her head and I attack her neck, tongue-stroking the soft spot behind her ear. This is only the second time we’ve fucked but I already know exactly what Margo likes, I already see the map of her turn-ons like it’s second nature.
“I could fuck you for days, Margo,” I mumble into her neck as I grab and pull her ass roughly. “I could fuck you forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
She gasps and I move my hand around the smoothness of her trembling thighs again, fingers tracing up into the dark secrets of her dress, squeezing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
I pull back from her neck to look down at her, and Margo awakens for a moment from her gulps of helplessness to look back at me, dark desirous grins on both our faces.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, before we thrust our mouths together, my fingers tugging her underwear off and lifting her skirt up around those hips.
Her arms around my neck, her thighs wrapped around my sides, I hold her up, pressing her back against the window as we devour each other’s mouths. I lower her onto me, my cock so stiff and upright, her pussy so wet and eager that they find each other without resistance, a connection meant to be. She groans at the sky as I thrust hard and deep, and I tighten as her pussy takes me inside.
“God, you’re big,” Margo pants desperately, wincing and biting her lower lip with the loss of control.
I respond by slamming her against the window, making her cry out, her legs tightening around me, her arms reaching to pull my head into her breasts. I pound into her pussy again and again, desperate to bury myself deeper into her, aching from having something so perfect so close to me, frenzied by an entire evening of waiting for this. Again and again I spear into her, the thud of the window accompanying her moans, violent and thrashing, until I feel like I’m possessed, until I feel like I’m searching for something deep inside of her, so close and yet so far, that only she can give me.
Suddenly it feels like I’m swimming in her body, my face in her chest, her ass in my hands. Soft and firm, a million little perfect details that make up her magnificence. Her scent, her skin, her soulful moans, her sweet pussy enveloping me as I pound her against the window, channeling my aggression and hardness into the sensual softness of her body.
I swing her around, our bodies still connected, bring her to the couch and kneel before it. Margo squeals as she wraps herself tightly around me. I push her back onto the cushions and lift her legs onto my shoulders, high heels pointed upwards, and then fuck her in swaying motions, cock searching for that perfect spot while I stare down at her gorgeous body, displayed in front of me like artwork. My hand on her breast, kneading and pinching at her nipple that’s so hard I can see the outline of it through the lace of the dress, the convulsions of her stomach like a dance just for me, her mouth open as she moans in a language older than words.
“Owen...!” she howls in a long, high-pitched tone. Her convulsions quicker now, her pussy tightening around me. She wants to come, and though I could stay like this forever, though I want to keep her on this precipice and dance all night, I want to watch her. I want to see her face twist with ecstasy, I want to make her lose her mind.
Her legs on my shoulders, I lean forward over her, fucking her in long, deep thrusts, hitting her spot over and over again and holding the head of my cock there until she claws at the couch, gasping with every breath in her body, her pussy tightening on my cock and compelling me to join her as we explode together like fireworks, trailing shimmering sparks across the remains of our bodies.
“Holy shit,” Margo whispers. Her eyes are closed, her hand over her flushed cheeks. I pull away and climb onto the couch next to her. Then I wrap an arm under her neck and she fits against me, head against my shoulder, her leg over mine in an entwined cuddle.
We lay there a while, Margo’s fingers trailing up and down my chest, my hand on her hip, softly stroking each other’s cooling bodies. I reach over and grab a remote from the coffee table, press play on the stereo. The music plays a while, then Margo lets out a gentle sigh-laugh.