She ran her hands over his hips and around to caress his ass and the backs of his thighs, loving the way his muscles moved and rippled under his skin as she caressed him. He had told her that he ran and cycled for exercise and she had a sudden urge to watch him run, the muscles of his legs working, the sheen of sweat covering him...she shivered again.
Her hands moved around to the front and insides of his thighs and he spread his legs slightly wider and sighed as she cupped his balls. Her fingers lightly explored and traced each one, running her fingertips over the wrinkled sacs. She opened her hand flat and hefted each one on her palm as though testing their weight. One hand continued to hold and stroke his balls as her other hand slowly moved through his sparse pubic hair to the base of his cock and slid up the hardening length of his shaft. He braced his hands on the window and encouraged her to go on with a slight thrust of his hips. She took her time exploring every inch of his cock, running her fingers along the veins, tracing the soft edge of the head, along his slit, back down to the base. The velvet-soft skin slipped through her hand, such a contrast to the hard and rigid power beneath that made it look angry and intimidating.
Slowly she began to pump as she licked and kissed and bit his back. He didn't make a sound, but she could feel his breathing quicken. He lowered his head and his hips met her thrusts. When she felt precum beginning to ooze from his slit, she smeared it over the head and along his cock. One hand left the window and covered hers, squeezing her hand tightly around him. He was pumping harder into her hand and she could hear him grunting softly.
He straightened and pulled her hands from him, pulling her around to face him. Grasping her bathrobe in both hands he pulled her roughly to him and kissed her. She responded eagerly, leaning into him and running her hands over his back and tight buttocks. Evan reached down and pulled the belt out of the loops before pushing the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting it slide off her arms and pool at her feet. Turning her around, he used the belt to bind her wrists behind her. He pushed her gently forward until she was pressed against the window, causing her to gasp at the coldness of the glass against her bare skin. Looking out, she thought that probably no one could see her...unless some curious person with a telescope or binoculars happened to turn in her direction. Strangely, at that thought a frisson of excitement made her pussy clench. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the window as Evan ran his hands over her arms, back, buttocks, and thighs. Putting his hands on the insides of her thighs, he pushed until she had spread her legs wide. Without warning, he shoved a finger into her and she groaned, grinding her hips.
"Mmmmm....so wet. I think this juicy cunt wants to be fucked, don't you?"
She shivered and moaned at his low voice, his mouth against her ear. His words made her blush. It was something they had spent a lot of time discussing...those words. It gave her a thrill to hear him say them, especially when they were having phone sex. But a lifetime of not swearing had proven too hard for her to break. She confessed to him that the first time she used the word "cock" in one of their emails, her fingers shook so badly it took her four tries to type it correctly. However, using the words in writing was as close as she had come; she simply could not say them out loud. It was one inhibition Evan had been unable to coerce her to break, though he had tried numerous times. But it was an order she simply could not comply with, though she had followed (or at least tried to follow) every other one. She accepted and carried out whatever punishment he decreed each time he ordered her to say "fuck" and she failed. Since those "punishments" always resulted, sooner or later, in a huge climax for her, she wasn't sure how sorry she was to disobey him in this.
Her breasts, mashed against the cold glass, were covered with goose bumps, her nipples hard. He pushed a second finger into her and began to pump slowly. Gripping her hair in his other hand, he pulled her head back and kissed her, capturing her gasps and moans. When his thumb began rubbing her clit she cried out into his mouth and began to buck against his hand. He kept it up for several minutes; kissing her until she couldn't catch her breath, fucking her with his fingers while his thumb kept up a constant circular massage of her clit. She began to pant softly and knew she was going to come when he abruptly pulled his hand away. She whined in protest as he turned her around and pushed her so that now her back and bound hands were against the window.
Gripping her hair again to pull her head back so that she was looking up at his face, he brought the fingers that had just been in her pussy to her lips. She didn't object this time but acquiesced meekly, sucking and licking her juices off of his wet fingers. When he deemed them sufficiently cleaned, he pulled them out and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He ran his fingers around the brown areola of her breast, spreading her saliva over it before grasping a fat nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
"Ohhh...."
She arched into his hand and he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the sensitive nipple. Then both of his hands were on her breasts and his mouth moved down her throat and chest to capture a nipple between his lips. She cried out and flattened her hands on the window behind her, pushing her breast into his warm, sucking mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, his fingers staying to comfort the abandoned breast; tweaking, pulling, rubbing.
"Oh, oh, oh! Evan! Oh God!"
His hands released her breasts, moving down her waist and belly, followed by his mouth. Kissing and licking, he knelt in front of her as he moved lower. His hands were on her thighs, pushing them apart, and his thumbs parted her pussy lips. She squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her, but he didn't touch her right away. He held her open, just blowing on her clit until she wanted to scream with frustration.
"Evan, please," she moaned.
His tongue reached out and lightly flicked her clit, causing her to cry out. He licked the insides of her puffy outer lips, then delved into the pink folds within. He pushed his tongue inside her and then licked his way back to her swollen clit. Flattening his tongue against it, he rolled it back and forth, then in circles. He slid two fingers into her and began to suck gently on her clit, increasing the suction until she moaned his name over and over. She pumped her hips and began to pant, feeling the orgasm that was just out of reach. And then his mouth, his fingers, were gone and she was denied an orgasm a second time.
He stood and grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She snarled like a cat in heat and bit at his lips before they covered hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. She was almost sobbing when he finally pulled away and led her, stumbling, to the sofa. He pushed her onto the sofa on her knees and then pushed her shoulders down so that her ass was in the air.
He knelt behind her and she heard the tearing of a foil packet and the sound of a condom unrolling onto his erect cock. Then she gasped and squealed as those muscular thighs pushed hers further apart and, without any more foreplay, no teasing, no warning, he pushed the head into her soaked and dripping opening and roughly shoved all the way in. Once in as far as he could go, his pubic bone mashed against the smooth globes of her ass, he stopped moving. April moaned against the sofa cushion and waited. His hands gripped her hips and kept her pulled tightly against him as he waited...for what, she wasn't sure. She could feel him throbbing inside her and when she couldn't stand it any longer, she began to rotate her hips in tight, little circles, trying to create some friction.
That seemed to be the signal he was waiting for and he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her so hard that she would have fallen flat if he weren't holding her hips. He repeated it again, and again, slowly pulling out and shoving back into her. She groaned and tried to meet his thrusts, but wasn't able to move very much. Over and over, so slowly that she was sobbing, begging him to go faster. Then he gradually picked up speed until he was pounding her and she grunted with each thrust. He reached under her and touched her clit, just once, and it was over for her...she screamed and convulsed as she came, and came again. Evan tightened his grip on her hips as her pussy clenched around his cock and he came, his engorged cock growing even harder and then pulsing as his cum spit into the end of the condom. He continued thrusting, slowing and finally stopping and pulling out when the condom threatened to fall off his shrinking dick.
