Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 564

I looked down at her. She looked up at me, her eyes wild in the candlelight, and she undid my belt without breaking the stare.

The buckle clicked. She pulled the leather free and dropped it, and then she opened my trousers and worked them down over my hips, and my cock came out of the fabric already hard and standing, and she made a small sound when she saw it, the same sound she always made, and then she wrapped her hand around the base and took the head into her mouth. The heat of it went through me like a shock. I put a hand on the newel post to keep my balance.

She sucked me slow. Her lips were tight around the shaft and her tongue was flat along the underside and her hand worked the part she could not reach, and she looked up at me the whole time, watching my face, watching what she was doing to me.

Spit ran down her chin and onto her chest and she did not wipe it away. She took me deeper, until the head of my cock touched the back of her throat, and then she held it there and swallowed around it, and the sound I made came out of me without permission.

"Fuck," I groaned. She pulled off me with a wet sound and smiled up at me with my own slick shining on her lower lip.

"Language, Mr. Ford."

I got a hand in her hair. "Get up."

She got up. I turned her around, moved her and put her back against the wall, and she laid the back of her hands flat on either side of her head, and I reached down and took the hem of the white dress and pulled it up over her hips, all the way up, and she lifted her arms so I could take it off her entirely. It went onto the floor with the rest of it.

She was wearing nothing under it but a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra. I hooked a finger in the waistband and dragged them down her legs, and she stepped out of them. I undid her bra, let it fall to the floor, and then she was naked. The sight of her was still the best thing I had ever looked at.

I put my hands on her hips and turned her to face the wall. Then I pressed up behind her, my cock sliding against the crack of her ass, my mouth at her ear.

I moved.

The first strokes were slow and long, drawing almost all the way out and then driving back in to the hilt, and she took every one of them. The wet sounds of it filled the empty hall. I could hear my own breathing and hers, and under both of them, the sound of my skin against hers, every time I pushed into her.

"You feel," she gasped, and stopped, and started again. "You feel so good. Don't stop."

I did not stop. I fucked her harder, my hips slapping against her ass, and she braced herself against the wall and pushed back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, and I reached around and found her clit with two fingers and rubbed it in time with my thrusts.