Steph nearly caved and begged Bucky to do just that, to keep her in bed and make her come over and over, when he slipped his finger into her. She ground against his hand immediately, and it was clear from the expression on her face that she had to make herself stop. "I'm sure," she answered breathlessly, sounding definitely not sure. She looked down at his face again — at his wet, glistening, messy face — and found the resolve to say, "Later. After we go shopping. We can check off making me come while still in my clothes and go from there."
God, if her Ma heard any of this she would probably be rolling in her grave. But Steph couldn't help it. She lusted after Bucky just as much as she loved him. That, and she was beginning to get addicted to having sex. She enjoyed foreplay, she enjoyed her orgasms, she enjoyed watching and feeling him come.
"You missed a spot," she said as he positioned her on the bed, reaching up to grab him by the hair and pull him down just enough so she could lick the side of his neck. She pulled back before she distracted him, however, and as he shifted to straddle her hips, trapping her between his body and the pillows, it was her turn to run her hands up his thick thighs then round back to his squeeze his ass before settling on a loose grip on the side of his thighs.
Her eyes were transfixed once more on his cock, large and thick and heavy and had somehow managed to fit inside her the night before. It would somehow fit inside her mouth now. She sucked greedily on the tip as soon as he offered it, but when he said he might not last long she stopped, backing down. She peered up at him then, one of her wicked ideas shining in her eyes. "Hold my head, baby. Pull me in or push yourself in, I don't care. I want you a little rough. I can take it."
Without giving him a chance to protest, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock in, but not so deeply this time because she wanted him to decide how hard he'd go, how deeply he'd push. She hoped he would last a while. She wanted to be wet and sore when he finished, because what she really wanted was to submit to him while she challenged and fought everyone else. And this, to her, was submission. Letting him have his way with her body, eagerly and without hesitation, like the good little wife she wanted to be for him.
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God, if her Ma heard any of this she would probably be rolling in her grave. But Steph couldn't help it. She lusted after Bucky just as much as she loved him. That, and she was beginning to get addicted to having sex. She enjoyed foreplay, she enjoyed her orgasms, she enjoyed watching and feeling him come.
"You missed a spot," she said as he positioned her on the bed, reaching up to grab him by the hair and pull him down just enough so she could lick the side of his neck. She pulled back before she distracted him, however, and as he shifted to straddle her hips, trapping her between his body and the pillows, it was her turn to run her hands up his thick thighs then round back to his squeeze his ass before settling on a loose grip on the side of his thighs.
Her eyes were transfixed once more on his cock, large and thick and heavy and had somehow managed to fit inside her the night before. It would somehow fit inside her mouth now. She sucked greedily on the tip as soon as he offered it, but when he said he might not last long she stopped, backing down. She peered up at him then, one of her wicked ideas shining in her eyes. "Hold my head, baby. Pull me in or push yourself in, I don't care. I want you a little rough. I can take it."
Without giving him a chance to protest, she opened her mouth wide and took his cock in, but not so deeply this time because she wanted him to decide how hard he'd go, how deeply he'd push. She hoped he would last a while. She wanted to be wet and sore when he finished, because what she really wanted was to submit to him while she challenged and fought everyone else. And this, to her, was submission. Letting him have his way with her body, eagerly and without hesitation, like the good little wife she wanted to be for him.