He led her out of the bathroom, water still dripping from their bodies, and guided her into the main suite. He stood Victoria in the centre of the room, naked, glistening, powerful.
Tommy walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and, with one swift movement, pulled the curtains wide. London stretched out before them. A glowing skyline, alive with lights, the city humming beneath them. He turned, eyes fixed on her and closed the distance until he was standing directly in front of her.
Tommy became aware that he was starting to take over. This was meant to be about Victoria and her fantasy and it was time to relinquish control again.
With his voice low and deliberate, carrying the same words she had heard before, only heavier this time, Tommy passed the baton back to her.
“What do you want, Victoria?”
She felt the shift immediately and knew exactly what he was doing. She reached for his arms, firm but sensual, and guided him into the exact spot where she had been standing. Her command was silent but absolute: He wasn’t to move.
.
Victoria turned away, walking to the foot of the bed. She bent gracefully and picked up her stilettos, the same shoes Tommy had removed earlier and placed neatly on the floor, as if he’d known instinctively, they were more than just heels, but an extension of her seduction. He respected them. Respected her.
Tommy’s eyes tracked her every move.
She crossed to the chair in the corner and sat, spreading her legs. Her pussy on full display in the soft light, an open invitation he couldn’t ignore. But she wasn’t doing this for him. She was doing it for herself. With slow, deliberate precision, she strapped the heels back on, her hands caressing her ankles, her thighs.
Every so often, she glanced up to check he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t. He was transfixed.
When she rose, her confidence filled the room. She walked to the wide window, her heels clicking against the floor, the skyline framing her like a goddess. She bent forward, hands braced on the sleek desk, arse thrust back, legs parting just enough. Her pussy lips parted, glistening, swollen, waiting.
She looked back over her shoulder, her voice clear, her command absolute.
“This is what I want, Tommy.”
Something inside him snapped. He crossed the room in three long strides, pressing himself to her frombehind, his lips finding her shoulder, her neck, kissing her hungrily. Then he dropped to his knees, his hands spreading her cheeks, his tongue sliding between them.
He licked her pussy first, long, slow strokes that made her shudder. Then began teasing her arse: circling, tasting, worshipping. She gasped, moaned, but then twisted her head sharply.
“Enough,” she demanded, her voice laced with need. “Now you can fuck me.”
Tommy rose, his cock heavy, throbbing, dripping with anticipation. He pressed the thick head against her slick entrance, holding himself there, waiting, torturing her.
She couldn’t take it. She thrust herself back, swallowing him whole, her walls gripping him instantly. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes blazing.
“Don’t forget. I’m in control.”
He groaned, his hands clamping to her hips, and began to move. At first slow, agonisingly slow, sliding his length all the way in, and all the way out. But it didn’t stay that way. Their rhythm built, harder, faster, the slap of skin echoing through the suite, her cries rising higher, louder, until she was screaming his name into the glass. She didn’t care who heard.
The motion was perfect. They were in unison. Ther bodies colliding, hearts racing, sweat dripping, the city of London burning in front of them.
She felt it building, overwhelming her. Her pussy clenched tighter, every nerve ending alight. She gasped the words, urgent, commanding:
“You know what I want now.”
“Yes,” he panted, driving into her, closer to his own edge.
“Tell me,” She demanded, voice breaking with pleasure.
He didn’t answer fast enough.
“Tell me!”
“You want all of me,” he groaned, his breath ragged.
Her body was quaking, orgasm surging through her. “I want your cum inside me!” she screamed, her legs trembling in her heels, barely holding her weight.
Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him, pulling him deeper. He grabbed her waist, slammed himself fully inside, and held there as his balls tightened. With a guttural roar, he spilled into her, thick, hot spurts filling her, her walls clenching greedily around every drop.
She collapsed forward onto the desk, writhing, still trembling, her cunt squeezing and releasing, dragging every last spasm of pleasure from them both. He stayed buried inside her, both of them shaking, drenched in sweat and release, knowing they’d just crossed a line neither would ever come back from. |
