style="font-size:15px;"> ‘So, next question,’ I say, moving on. ‘What’s the most sexually adventurous thing you’ve done?’ My mind ruminates on the infinite possibilities we could cram into six weeks of sexual exploration.
She laughs, but doesn’t falter. ‘I’d say propositioning a stranger for sex is pretty adventurous.’ She kisses me, eyes open, her tongue pushing against mine until I forget the question I asked.
‘It’s up there,’ I say when she allows me up for air. Yes, she owns her desires; she’s almost as insatiable as she makes me, and I’m damned well determined to enjoy every second of testing her boundaries, extending her comfort zone, pushing her buttons. Something tells me not only will she do her best to rise to the challenge, but we’ll both reap the rewards as she continues to surprise me, to allow her outer shell to crack, revealing the real, uninhibited Orla inside.
‘What about you? Threesomes? Bondage? Sex with an older woman?’ Her eyes twinkle.
‘Ah, a gentleman never tells.’ I roll onto my side, taking her along, curious as to what led her to proposition a stranger. ‘So why am I here? What do you need from this that you don’t already have?’
Her mouth flattens as if she wasn’t expecting the question, but then she sighs. ‘As you’ve already pointed out, I work hard for long hours. I travel a lot. I’m divorced and have no desire to enter into another relationship. Why shouldn’t I have the kind of sex-only fling I want with a gorgeous man who wants the same thing?’
‘No reason at all,’ I concede, fascinated for details of her failed marriage. But because I want to steer us back from the supremely personal, I say, ‘What kind of sex are we talking about here? Threesomes? Bondage? Sex with a virile younger man?’
She throws her head back on a delighted, throaty laugh. ‘Fishing for compliments?’
‘I’ll always take compliments, but how can I give you what you want if I don’t know what that is?’
Her fingers trail through my chest hair, her eyes growing lazy with mounting desire. ‘Hot sex. Frequent hot sex with a man who pushes all my boundaries.’ Her hips begin to gyrate as she rubs her pussy over the head of my cock once more.
‘You like having your boundaries pushed?’ A slug of heat scorches through me at the idea of testing her limits, although the experience might just kill me, she’s that hot.
‘I’m happy to keep up with you.’ She tilts her hips, aligning her pelvis so just the tip of my cock slips inside her.
I stifle a groan, my hand dragging her hip closer, my fingers flexing into the deliciously round cheek of her ass until I sink in another inch. ‘So, sexual adventures are on the cards?’
‘Anything is on the cards.’ Her pupils dilate, swallowing the emerald of her exquisite irises.
‘Really? Anything?’ It’s hard to think straight when her pussy sucks at the head of my dick.
‘If you’re asking if I’ve ever done anal, the answer is no, but…’ Her breasts rise on a breathy sigh.
Excitement builds in my chest at the idea of taking her somewhere previously forbidden, of guiding her to explore something new, of extending her comfort zone.
Ruining her.
‘So that’s something you’d be open to—excuse the pun—not that I’m in any way pushing?’
She bites her lip and straddles me, sinking back on her heels until her hot sex swallows my length to the hilt. She stares down, levels me with that look—the one that reminds me she’s driven, successful, older and, outside of anal sex, perhaps more experienced. ‘I wouldn’t let you push me, but I’m not into pain.’
I clasp her rocking hips, trying to force words out past my tight throat as pleasure grips me. ‘Me neither, but pleasure…?’
She leans forwards, kisses me, her tongue surging against mine until I’ve not only forgotten my own question, but I’m also close to losing my mind. ‘Perhaps,’ she whispers. ‘But we’d have to start off small. There’s no way I’m ready to take this bad boy.’
I slip my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, because all this talk about pushing sexual boundaries, the way she’s riding me, means I’m close and there’s no way I’m coming until she is.
I don’t miss the gush of moisture bathing my dick as she gasps her pleasure against my mouth. ‘I’m happy to explore anything, but only if you’re as accommodating…’ She trails kisses across my chest as she scoots back. ‘Let’s start with the bondage.’ She smiles, the expression wicked and self-satisfied.
I grip her hips, guiding her rhythm, but she untangles my hold and pushes my arms above my head. ‘Nuh-uh. I want to be in charge this time.’ She reaches for her discarded bra and binds my wrists with it before securing them loosely to the headboard.
‘Yes, ma’am.’ Before I can speak another word she starts the rocking again, this time cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers as if she’s determined to drive me insane, even more insane than the idea of testing her, taking her on an unexplored journey of pleasure, showing her that nice boys from nowhere can rock her tightly controlled world.
But I can’t enjoy it for long. She gasps as she rides me harder, sinking so deep there’s nowhere left to go. I hold still, splayed beneath her, watching her pleasure her breasts, my eyes drawn to the way she tugs her lip under her teeth. I want to move. To suck on that sensitive lip until she begs me to take her places no one else has. To see my dick rest there before she takes me to the back of her throat. To buck up into her and take us both over the edge into mindless oblivion, where I’m just a man and she’s just a woman—no differences, no complications, no expectations beyond finding the ultimate pleasure.
Her rounded hips undulate, finding the rhythm and angle she wants, that make her moan and start to chant my name. She looks down at me, her face rapt with pleasure and the hint of a feline smile on her lips. ‘I’m intrigued now. You have my mind thinking dirty thoughts, Cam North. You’re bad for me.’ She rocks back and forth, her head thrown back and her cries telling me I’m nothing but good for where she wants to go.
I’m speechless at her astounding willingness to embrace this, although my mind fills with all the filthy words I could use to describe such an amazing sight as this woman riding me while she fantasises about other pleasures to which I’m going to introduce her.
And then she fumbles with my restraints, her hands jerky in their desperation. ‘Do it. Do it now.’ She guides one of my hands to her ass, her fingers over mine slipping between her cheeks to lead the way. ‘Touch me like you did last night.’
She resumes her rocking, her hands returning to her breasts, and I grip both cheeks, thrusting up into her with her every down-stroke while my fingers explore her rear.
‘Oh, Cam, yes…’
Fuck, she’s incredible. How did I ever think she’d be too straitlaced for the kind of sex I enjoy? The kind with a woman who isn’t afraid to own her pleasure, to claim it, to heighten it any way she chooses? She’s glorious, a woman in her prime, taking her pleasure and then demanding a little more.
Her glazed eyes open, looking down at me through heavy
