#SSceneC2017 : Kate Meader vs Brighton Walsh @KittyMeader @writeasrain_

Desire clouded her eyes as he nudged the broad head of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed a little, enjoying the sleek glide of the sensitive tip as it met all that feminine softness. He dropped a kiss on her parted lips, and running his tongue along the inside, drew a rusty moan. Then the irresistible pull of that spot where they were almost joined won out as they both stared at her fingertips working herself in hot, sultry strokes around his cock.

“Take it, Harper. Take it all.”

He could have done it. Notched, nudged, and plunged deep, but he wanted her to invite him inside her body, for this final decision to belong to her. Control was important to this woman, and he was happy to let her have it in this way that would bring them both higher.
One hand spread herself wide, and with the other, she gripped his cock and positioned it right where they both needed it. That wet heat sucked him in an inch, and then she was arching up and he was pushing in, and it was the hottest, sweetest fuck of his life before it had even started.

Two inches in and he thought his cock would explode. Three inches in and he thought he was going to die. Then this shit happened:

“Stop,” she whispered.

He stopped. His heart stopped. The whole damn world stopped.

She squeezed and gave an evil, your-cock-is-mine giggle.

He should never have answered the door.

“Remy, how long do you think—?”

“Harper!”

Chuckling, she cupped his jaw, drawing a fingertip in a sensuous line along his cheek, before kissing him softly. “Thank you.” And then she grasped his ass, locked her legs around his hips, and pulled him until he was buried to the hot hilt.

A loud groan echoed in the room, a heavenly chorus as the two of them became one at last.

“Jesus, that’s—” He had no words to describe exactly what that was. Sweat sheened on her forehead and her eyes fluttered to half-mast, drugged on the sensation they were creating. He needed to move, but he needed to ensure her pleasure first.

He dragged out a few inches then pumped again. Slow, rhythmically, each thrust making his mark and focused on one goal.

Making this woman his.

Somehow he was still able to form sentences. “You with me, Harper?”

“If I was any more with you, I’d be you. More, please. More.”

He raised his body and angled his thrusts so each return of his cock gave her the friction she needed.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

But that wasn’t enough. He’d promised her a slow, sexy screw, and though it killed him a little, he whispered against her mouth,

“Stop,” before he slipped out and rolled onto his back.

“Remy! What the hell?”

His cock throbbed and his balls felt as large as his ego, yet he had an unaccountable urge to laugh his head off. “I’m not as young as I once was, baby.”

She growled, setting off a vibration all over his body. “Do you need to take a break? Or maybe you’re expecting me to do all the work?”

“I’m expectin’ you to get that sweet ass over here and take what belongs to you.” He was feeling more energetic than he had in years, but he liked the idea of a little tit for tat—not to mention switching up the power dynamic.

“You’ve got some nerve, DuPre,” but she was laughing as she straddled him and held herself suspended over his body for a second.

Then she sank down with a lusty moan.

Fucking A. “Now ride me, minou.”

Oh, she liked that. Mesmerized, he watched as the last flickers of hesitancy fled those glittering green eyes. She started to move, slipping up and down his cock, loving it with every inch of her soft, sexy body. Harper on top was wild, uninhibited, a queen demanding her due. Making it good for her made it perfect for him.

With each rock into her body, his heart beat faster and his brain cells disintegrated in clumps until he was a mindless mass of muscle and sinew and skin. The sexy, sweet talk devolved to urgent demands as their bodies figured out the only way this conversation could end.

“Là . . . juste là . . .”

“Good, so good . . .”

“Plus vite, ma belle . . .”

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh—”

At last she screamed, not for God, but for Remy as her orgasm gripped her along with his hardworking cock, which in all actuality should’ve been destroyed by now.

Good thing he came from hearty sixth-generation Acadian stock, because his people knew pleasure in all its forms. How to create it, appreciate it, take it as their right. And that he did, letting it pull him hard and deep, using Harper’s aftershocks to fuel a release so explosive he might have worried whether he’d recover in time to play tomorrow.

Except his boss would probably have something to say about that.

Wrung dry, his brain a lust-mush, he stayed lodged deep and pulled her down over his chest. He needed to feel the heat and heart of her close to his skin.

“Think you might’ve broken my dick.”

I lift up, hovering over her again. “Get your purple toy, Paige.” I lower myself and nip at her bottom lip. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with it.”

She stares at me for a minute, her eyes flitting between mine, her lips parted. A flush works its way up her neck to her cheeks, and I don’t have to be a mind reader to know she’s thinking about me watching her use it. And she likes it. “Oh God, I’ll come before I even turn it on.”

“Good.” I push off the bed and stand off to the side. “And then you’ll come again when it’s inside you. And then you’ll come again when I pull it out and put my cock in there instead. You wanted sex tonight? You’re gonna get it. Now grab the toy.”

For a moment, she doesn’t move, and I almost think she’s going to deny me, but then she scrambles over to her side table and pulls out the battery-operated cock she thought was a good substitute for me. We might only be together for the short time I’m here, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure everything she uses after I’m gone will pale in comparison to the real deal.

When she’s got it, she lies back on the bed, her head on the pillows and her legs bent and spread, feet propped on the mattress. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, tentatively running the head of the vibrator through her slit, looking more vulnerable than I’ve seen her.

I grip my cock hard, because the thought that we’re doing something she’s never done before makes me want to come like I’m buried deep inside her. Makes me want to shoot all over her stomach and breasts, mark her even more. My voice is gruff when I say, “Good, me neither.”

That seems to relax her, and she spreads herself open with one hand, all that perfect pinkness peeking out at me, and guides the vibrator over her clit, then lower, before repeating it all over again.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy, you know that? All pink and swollen and fucking delicious. I’d have you for every meal if I could.”

Moaning, she bites her lip, shuddering as she watches me while tormenting herself with the head of the vibe. And that’s exactly what she’s doing—tormenting. I can see it in her eyes. In the way her body shakes as she barely touches herself.

I grip my cock hard, fisting it in a punishing hold, just enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to push me over. “You gonna turn it on?”

She shakes her head, her eyes fluttering closed before she opens them and drops her gaze to the fist I’ve got wrapped around my dick. “Not yet.”

Watching her get herself off is better than watching porn. Jesus. Seeing her tease her clit, how she brings herself almost to the point of coming, her entire body taut, then pulls back, removing the vibrator from her pussy completely until she’s relaxed once again. And then she does it all over again.

Finally—finally—she slips the vibrator inside her, and I watch with rapt attention as the curved, purple head disappears into her pussy, her lips spreading wide around it. Paige moans and closes her eyes, pressing a couple buttons, and then a whirring starts up and her entire body jolts.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes as she pumps it in and out.

“That’s not as thick as I am, is it? Not as long either. Does that satisfy you anymore?”

“No. Not since I’ve had you.” That’s the most honest she’s ever been, revealing something she’d probably have kept to herself if she wasn’t already half lost to pleasure.

“You wish that was me inside you instead, Paige?”

She whimpers out a breathy, “Yes,” and I have to force myself to stand there. To not give her what we both want and let her get herself off this way first. I grip my shaft, pumping slowly as I watch her. I want nothing more than to match the fast pace she’s set on herself, but if I do, I’ll come in about three-point-seven seconds, and I’m not coming again until I’m buried deep inside her.

Paige continues to fuck herself hard, one of her hands going up to trace her nipple before she tugs it between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes are closed, her near constant moans telling me she’s close. And, Jesus, I need her to be. I want to be inside her right fucking now. Want to show her how much better it is with me than it is any other way she can get it.

She opens her eyes and stares right at me, cock in hand, watching her get herself off, and then she does. She keeps her eyes connected with mine as she moans, body arching off the mattress, and I can’t wait another second.

I fumble with a condom and roll it down my shaft as I climb on the bed. Kneeling between her spread legs, I brush her hand away before pulling the vibrator out of her. She’s still shuddering from her orgasm as I hook her legs over my elbows, opening her wide for me, and drive home. Paige moans deep, reaching up to grip my face and bring our mouths together. She slips her tongue between my lips, sliding it against my own, as she lifts her ass off the bed to meet my unforgiving thrusts.

Pulling back to breathe, she slides her hands down my neck and over my shoulders. “God, Adam, shit…”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I sit back on my knees and grip the backs of her thighs, holding her down while I pound into her harder. “My cock. Not just to come, but to come from my cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her head restless on the pillow, eyelids fluttering closed as she clenches at the sheets, at my thighs, at anything she can to get purchase.

“Keep your eyes open, Paige. Watch me fuck you. See who’s about to make you come.”

She does as I say, her eyelids fluttering open.

“Who do you want to fuck you? Tell me.”

“You, Adam. God, it’s you…”

I thrust into her faster and faster, circling her clit until she’s coming around me, pulling my orgasm from me and taking me with her. Her answer makes me crazy…wild…even if I know the honesty behind it is only temporary. As soon as the afterglow wears off, her walls will be back up again, keeping herself safe from anything more that could happen between us.

The only way this is safe for Paige is the one way it’s not safe for me. Even still, I’m in. In this with her, for as long as I can get her. For as long as she’ll let me be.