suit, he was more confined, so she reached down and stroked his cock, and his kiss became even more urgent. She had no intention of making him wait. She needed him inside her just as badly.
“Can you turn that pan off?”
She tested the rice and said it could rest now. Then she covered it and let him lead her. He could wait no longer, and he hurried her up the stairs to their room, tearing off his suit as she took off her apron, dress and bra and stood to wait his direction.
“Kneel on the bed.” His voice was low and breathy.
She knelt, and he stood behind her, finding her cunt with his fingers. She was even wetter now, and he stroked her G-spot, driving her wild with his fingers soaked in her cream. He took them out of her and licked them clean, groaning his appreciation of their taste.
“Your taste is like honey,” he said.
He gripped her hips tightly, and standing between her thighs, he entered her. She had expected him to take her fast and hard, and he did. He entered her, giving her his full delicious length in one hard thrust, lifting her knees off the bed in his urgency, but he held her safe in his hands, so she didn’t fall forward as she otherwise might have done. He withdrew all the way out and slammed all the way home again, his huge balls slapping against her, and she sighed in contentment.
“Stay on your knees, put your shoulders on the bed. Rest your head on your arms.”
She’d explained that it was the most comfortable position for her when he wanted her visible submission. Still kneeling, she complied, and he fucked her then, hard and fast and urgent. She gasped as he hammered his cock into her time after time and moaned as it slid along her G-spot. She loved this position. It gave her more intense pleasure as he varied the angle of his thrusts. He leaned over her and played with her breast with one hand, pulling and pinching at the nipple and nipping at her neck with his teeth. His weight on her felt so good. One arm was around her, playing with the breast he could reach, even as it was pressed to the bed. His other hand was on her hip. His hand on her breast sent jolts of pleasure to her cunt which gushed with moisture.
“Did you get what you wanted? Teasing me like that! Naughty little darling. We’ve not had a session in the playroom lately. I need to spank this delicious arse, and you are due a spanking anyhow.”
So saying, he removed his hand from her breast and gently bit, first one globe of her bottom, then the other as she squeaked.
“We will go up early tonight and spend a happy hour there.”
“Yes, please, Master. I’d like that. ”
He began to pump in and out of her again and leaned over to rub his fingers between the puffy folds of her outer lips until he found her clit, swollen and needy. He massaged it for a while, then pressing hard against her little pearl, he growled, “Come now !”
His hips bucked, and jets of hot semen shot into her. She screamed his name as her orgasm rolled over her, the pleasure swelling and swelling. He continued to stimulate her clit until the aftershocks ceased and the clenching, milking of her cunt muscles around his cock gradually eased. He collapsed on the bed on his side, taking her with him and cuddling her back against him. He kissed her neck and her hair, whispering, “I love you, mo run.”
He reached over to the night table where a small package waited. Tied up in coffee-and-aqua ribbons, it was small but rather heavy. She took it and thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. When she opened it, there was a small bottle of Arran Aromatics “Soft Cinnamon” eau de toilette inside. She smiled and kissed him full on the lips. He took the bottle out of the box and sprayed a small amount on her hand to let her savour the smell. She inhaled and said, “I love it, Master. Thank you. You spoil me.”
He protested that he didn’t and kissed her. The scent suited her, and he inhaled deeply. He was becoming as addicted to cinnamon as