“Fuck,” he says with a soft laugh. “I almost came.” He kisses me again as I twitch around him.
We both decide to roll over at the same time, and I straddle him as his hands dig into my hips. My ass is throbbing from the punishment I took earlier, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on even more. And I know we both like looking at my body marked and claimed by him just as much as I like seeing scratches down his back and chest from my nails.
I crawl off him, turning around so that he can watch my red and bruised ass as I ride him. Bracing myself on his thighs, I lower myself back down onto him, slowly taking in each thick inch.
“Fuck, Holly,” he groans, gently grabbing my beaten flesh. That spark of pain goes right to my clit, spreading warmth through my body. “You are so fucking perfect for me.”
I begin to move on top of him, riding him until my thighs burn and sweat beads on my skin from the effort. He fucks me from beneath, and I try to match each thrust, but he’s a man possessed. He takes full control, his fingers digging into my skin as he chases his orgasm.
“Come for me, Daddy,” I beg him. “I want to feel you fill me up, please. Please, Daddy. Come for me.” I palm his balls, rolling them gently as his pleasure builds.
“Oh, fuck, baby girl.” His hips lose all rhythm as his orgasm takes over. I love the feeling of him coming inside of me, and I slowly grind on top of him as he comes down, riding the final waves of his release.
“Oh, my God,” he says, his hands gripping on my schoolgirl skirt as he pulls himself into a sitting position. I almost slip off, but he keeps me angled so that he stays inside of me. The new spot he’s hitting makes me twitch with pleasure around him, and I feel his laughter vibrate through his chest.
His hand skates down my belly and finds where we are joined. He uses his fingers to collect his cum that’s slowly leaking out of me and brings it to my clit, circling it with soft and slow circles.
“You only came on my cock once,” he says, his voice rough from sex. “That’s unacceptable. I want one more.”
While his fingers play with my clit, the other hand goes to my nipples, twisting them until it’s almost painful. My hips move in small circles, trying to get more friction from his fingers. I’m already incredibly close just from the feeling of him coming inside of me a few minutes ago, so I know this isn’t going to take me long, but I need more friction.
“Stop teasing me!” I grind out as I try to get him to touch more of me. Laughter rumbles through his chest against my back, and I groan.
“So mouthy,” he says, humor filling his voice. “Say please.” He places sweet kisses on my back.
“Please!” I cry out, and then his fingers are squeezing my clit while his other hand twists hard on my nipple. That shock of pleasure and pain together sends me violently over the edge. I scream his name as I come and come, my walls squeezing and gripping his sensitive dick.
“Jesus, Holly,” he grinds out. I feel him twitching inside of me, too sensitive to have me coming this hard. I laugh and relax as I come down from the high, slumping back against his chest fully as he slips free of me.
His cum drips out of me and onto him as we collapse backward on the bed. He pushes my hair back out of my face and helps me turn around so that I can lie on him comfortably. His chest hair is soft as it tickles my cheek, and I can’t help but think this is my happiest of places. Right here in his arms, post-sex, while it snows outside and there’s chocolate and champagne a few feet away.
His fingers trace patterns on my back as I rest, trying to set my heart back into its correct rhythm. He plants small kisses on my head before combing through the knots in my hair with his fingers. My scalp tingles, and my eyes droop closed.
“Let’s get cleaned up before you fall asleep, sweet girl.” His soft voice breaks me out of my sleepy stupor.
“We also have dessert to eat,” I tell him, moving up to give him a kiss.
He sits up and carries me to the shower. The water is warm as we step into it, and he places me back on my feet. I don’t even fight him anymore when he starts to wet and wash my hair. He does this every time we shower together, and I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it.
Once we’re both clean, we stand there in the warm water and hold each other as he traces designs on my back and plays with my hair. I slump against his chest, letting him hold me up until the water begins to run cold. He kisses me one last time, and everything about it is soft and romantic and gives me butterflies in my chest.