Page 83 of Strictly Against Policy

I let go of her hand and stood up. I pushed her seat out of its place by the table. Then, I got down to my knees again, pushing her legs apart. I groaned at the sight of the black mesh panties she wore under her robe.

“Fuck, Lina,” I murmured, looking up at her red face. “You’re wrapped up all pretty for me.”

She pulled on her belt and revealed the sexy, sheer mesh-and-lace bra and matching panties. It was simple but practical, the way she liked it. I sat back on my heels and marveled at her.

“Do you like it?” she asked quietly.

“Of course, but we’re not going to eat at the dinner table tonight.” Before she could ask why, I slung her over my shoulders as she yelped out loud.

“Jonathan!”

I laughed, bolting up the stairs and straight to her bedroom. When I gently set her on her bed of flower petals, I tried to control my breath with deep inhalations. She looked like a goddess out of a dream as she lay across the bed—hair damp, flushed cheeks, and swollen, red lips.

As much as I knew Lina wanted me to simply fuck her tonight, I wanted it to be special. I wanted her to feel special because she was to me.

She looked up at me with curiosity as her eyes darted to my chest. Her beautiful mouth parted as a droplet of sweat beaded down the length of my neck to my sternum.

“I want to lick you,” she said.

My cock instantly hardened at that, but I ignored it. “Allow me to devour you first,” I said, kneeling in front of her, “my lady.”

She sat up, allowing the robe she wore to slip down her figure. Now all she had on were two tiny, tantalizing, thin pieces of mesh and lace that I silently promised to rip off. Her fingers reached out to me, trailing down my cheekbones to my jaw.

“Do your worst,” she cooed.

I splayed my hand across her abdomen, pushed her back on the bed, and threw her legs over my shoulders as she laughed out loud. But a moan shuddered out mid-laughter when I pushed her panties aside and kissed the other set of wet lips she had between her legs.

It wasn’t long before she climaxed against my tongue, followed by another soon after. She became sweet, syrupy liquid under my touch, and I relished it—drinking her up like she was an endless ocean ready to quench my thirst.

But I wanted more.

I wanted all of her. All of Lina.

“Jonathan,” she said, plucking me out of her waters with a sharp tug of my hair. I groaned at the loss of her waves as she frowned at me. “Enough.”

I smirked. I pushed her quivering legs to the side and climbed onto the bed, towering over her body. She shuffled back into her pillows, and I followed her. We both licked our lips before she pulled me into her for a kiss. As my tongue entered her mouth, my fingers entered her soaking cunt.

“Jonathan,” she purred against my mouth as my fingers moved. “Add another finger.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yes, yes.” She pleaded with a lap of her tongue across my bottom lip. Her nails lightly grazed up my forearm. “I want the stretch.”

Her silky walls wrapped around me in a wet, tight hold. I groaned, chuckling. “You need to learn how to say please first, Lina.”

“Fine.” She sighed. “Please.”

I buried my nose into her temple and nipped her ear. A sharp hiss rang out from her. My smirk pulled wide until my cheeks hurt. “No, my lady, you need to be earnest about it. Say it like you mean it,” I stated.

She huffed out a moan as I flicked my fingers deep in her with a loud squelch. Her back arched, wet lips trembling against mine. “Jonathan, please. I want you to fuck me with three of your long, thick fingers. Please.”

I laughed, slipping a third finger inside her. “Tell me you like this,” I demanded, pressing my palm down.

Lina threw her head back into the pillows and arched her cunt into my hand, practically singing with a loud whine. “Oh my God, Jonathan, yes. I like this.”

She clung to me as I moved my fingers. Each breath she panted quivered harder than the one before. Her velvety walls began clenching tighter around my fingers like a hot, unrelenting clamp.

The sounds of her wet cunt grew louder and louder until the only sounds reverberating the walls were the noises of her drenched pussy, her gasps, and my heavy breaths.