She lets out a little exhale that sounds like relief and it makes me wonder if her ex told her self-love was wrong. Some douchebags have a problem with that, but that’s their insecurity talking. And I’m willing to bet my next paycheck that her ex also had a problem with the toys she used.
“Do you get off here in the studio?” I add another finger to her pleasure points.
“Mmm hmm.” Her gaze is hooded, but she maintains eye contact with me.
“You use your lipstick toy?”
“Or…” Her grip tightens on my hair as I continue to finger her. “Or my hands.”
“Right here on the floor?”
“And against this window.”
The image of my Kitty getting herself off in the middle of all this paint with the fluorescent lights shining down on her like a motherfucking spotlight is something I need to see. “Show me.” I pull out and hold her steady until she’s got both feet on the floor again. “Show me what you do to yourself, Ara.”
I make sure my tone and expression both show how very eager I am to watch.
“But I—”
My eyebrow lifts. She pauses, knowing that’s another spank she’s just earned. “Show me what you do, Kitty. Tell me what you think about while you do it.”
With no shorts on, and her t-shirt still hanging over her shoulder, Ara saunters to the center of the room and sits on the floor. Pulling her shirt off, she crumples it up and makes a pillow with it. Then my beautiful girl lies back and spreads her legs, giving me the best art show of my life.
Her toes curl as she dips two fingers inside the pussy that now belongs to me. Then she rubs those slickened fingers in tight circles over her clit, alternating between fast and slow, then she dips them into her pussy again and starts the process over.
“Does that feel good?”
“You feel better.” She groans, her eyes still shut. “Mmph.” She picks up the pace, rubbing her clit with three fingers now. Her legs are spread wide, baring everything to me. I want to partake. No, fuck that, I want to take over. But I don’t.
“Talk to me, Kitty. What are you thinking about?”
“You fucking me.” Her pussy’s so wet, it’s getting noisy, and it makes my mouth water.
“Where am I fucking you, Kitty?” I crawl closer to her. My cock’s throbbing, aching to sink into her heat.
She starts panting. “You… you fuck me everywhere. You’re in my mouth… my cunt…” Her thighs begin to shake. “You fuck my ass…” Her toes curl, feet flex and her ass goes in the air as her back arches. She screams. I’m talking a full-blown, throat wide, thunderstruck roar rips from her throat as she orgasms.
My wild beauty squirts all over the floor and continues to rub another out as I make my way closer.
Ara’s still catching her breath when I crawl on top of her. “Such a good, messy girl.” I capture her mouth with mine and dominate the kiss. I want to feed her my cock again and I want to make all her desires reality. I’ll fuck her wherever, however, whenever she wants. I’m hers to command.
“Ara?” someone yells from the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes flip open. Dogs bark in the hall. She holds her face and whispers, “Shit.”
“Ara?”
“I’m fine!”
“Okay, just checking.” There’s some shuffling behind the door and a dog yips. “I have some bagels if you want one.”
“No thank you!”
“Suit yourself.”
We stay dead quiet as we listen to the dude with his bagels and two dogs leave again. I’m secretly torn between grateful and angry for that fucker. On one hand, he checked on Ara and was concerned for her safety, which I like. On the other, he got to hear her come, which I hate.
“I’m not usually loud,” she whispers. “I can’t seem to keep quiet with you, though.”
Not gonna lie, my pride just puffed out. I kiss her again and she’s all kinds of worked up under my hands. I want to fuck her on the floor but won’t. “I want you so much it hurts. But I don’t want to share even the sound of your climax with someone else.” If that makes me an asshole, oh well. It’s the truth. “Can you keep quiet?”
Ara swallows hard and looks down at my eager cock. It’s so hard and veiny, it’s got its own pulse.
“No,” she whispers. “I don’t want to have to hold back. Not during our first time.”
“Then let’s get out of here.”