“Good girl,” I panted. “You know what to do.”
“Mmm.” She sucked until I recovered enough to push her away, gentle but firm.
“Your turn.” I slid into the water. Then I lifted her to the spot I’d just vacated. I spread her thighs and moved between them.
She cupped my face and kissed me, tenderly at first, but with growing heat. I felt between her legs and found the heat there as well. Her pussy was slick and smooth, and she gasped when I slid two fingers into her.
Her kisses grew hungrier as I slowly worked her up. I wanted to go down on her, but she wanted to make out instead. The little head just wanted to fuck her. We did things her way, and her breathing grew heavier and more erratic.
“Permission—” she said at last. Then she gasped and closed her eyes. “Permission to— Unh! Permission to come, sir?”
I didn’t stop fingering her, and I waited long enough to make her whimper as she tried to hold back.
“Please, sir,” she begged. “Permission…?”
I leaned close and brushed her cheek with mine. She clung to me and whimpered as she tried to keep from crying out. My lips touched her ear. I teased her clit at the same time, and she squirmed with growing desperation.
“Please… I—”
“Come for me,” I whispered.
She did. Her body went taut, and she pressed her forehead to my shoulder. She strained against the force of her climax but never made a sound. Not a whimper, not a moan, not even a sigh. She panted when it was over, but even that was quiet.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and held her as she recovered. She clung to me, and her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“T-thank you, sir,” she said quietly.
“Was it a good one?”
“Very good.” She paused and then asked, “Would you like to fuck me now?”
Christy had the same habit, of asking a question instead of telling me what she wanted. But Kim wasn’t my girlfriend and didn’t have the same hangups. Besides, it didn’t matter how she asked. I understood well enough.
For cryin’ out loud! the little head griped. Just fuck her already. Why do you have to analyze everything? This isn’t difficult.
I chuckled to myself and asked Kim, “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir. How do you want me?”
I glanced up at the patio. “Bent over that table.”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” She climbed to her feet.
I vaulted to the side, and my dick swaggered as we followed her.
She smiled over her shoulder and then braced her hands on the table. She bent forward, and I moved behind her. I didn’t waste time with foreplay. I simply rubbed my cock through her channel before I set the glans at her opening. She sighed and pushed back.
I held her narrow hips, and her pussy coated my shaft with warmth and moisture as I slid into her. I kept going until my hips touched the soft curves of her ass. She sighed again, and her shoulders heaved with her breathing.
“Is this your favorite position?” I asked.
She nodded. “Did Christy tell you? Sir?”
“No. Just a lucky guess.” I gave her ass an experimental swat, and she whimpered in surprise. She didn’t go quiet, but she didn’t react like Christy did either, so I decided to fuck her without the hair-pulling and ass-slapping.
I began thrusting, and she pushed back against me. Her pussy felt silky smooth, and maybe a bit looser than Christy’s, although that was probably my imagination. Carter’s dick was thicker than mine, but pussies were amazingly elastic. I could probably fuck her right after he did and not notice the difference.
I stopped analyzing before the little head had to say something. Instead, I paid attention to Kim’s reactions as I fucked her. I tried different speeds until I found one where she whimpered at every thrust.
Then I grew curious, so I slowed down and probed her depths. I wanted to find the spot at the back of her pussy, and I tried with a dozen deep thrusts before I gave up. My dick probably wasn’t long enough. Or her pussy was a little different than Christy’s. Or both. Whatever the case, I returned to the pace she liked and focused on making her come.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her to the table. She lay back automatically, and I paused to admire her for a moment. Her breasts flattened naturally and bulged to the sides. I couldn’t resist comparing them to Christy’s, so I ran my hands up her torso and cupped them. They were softer and more pliable than Christy’s. Her nipples weren’t quite as sensitive. I teased them anyway, and she watched me with an amused, tolerant smile.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, “boys and their toys.”
“No, I like it.”
“But you’d like it more if I fucked you while I played with them?”
She grinned. “I wouldn’t say no, sir.”
I chuckled and straightened. Then I gripped my cock and teased her with it. Her outer lips were thinner than Christy’s, and they practically disappeared when she spread her legs. Her inner lips were fleshier. They joined at the top of her pussy and completely hid her clit, although she gasped predictably when I swung my shaft and slapped the hidden bundle of nerves.
“Can you come just from fucking?” I asked.
She seemed surprised by the question but answered immediately, “No, sir. Not usually.”
I nodded and set my glans at her opening. She sighed with pleasure when I slid into her. I pushed her knees toward her chest and began thrusting. Her inner lips gripped my shaft and coated it with her juices, and it glistened in the sun as I fucked her slowly.
“Hold your legs,” I told her.
She did, and I buried my cock. She rewarded me with another tolerant smile as I played with her breasts, although she closed her eyes and moaned softly when I pinched and rolled her nipples. Then I moved one hand to her stomach and used my thumb to find the bump of her clit. I pressed it, and she hissed with pleasure.
“You like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You like fucking me, too, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I wish Carter could see, but…”
I arched an eyebrow.
“I… I like it this way.”
“Just the two of us, you mean?”
“Yes, sir.”
I nodded and decided to add, “It was sort of an excuse. The first time, alone. I’m pretty sure Carter’s going to like it, but just in case… I… um… didn’t want our first time to be our last.”
Her eyes softened with amusement and pleasure. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.” My own smile twisted into a grin. “I’m sure Christy told you I talk during sex.”
“Yes, sir, she mentioned it.”
“Did she tell you what to do if I get chatty?”
“She said I should beg you to fuck me.”
“Well…?”
“Oh, please, sir. Please fuck me. Use me like a naughty little girl. I need your big cock so bad.”
I chuckled, and we shared a moment of amusement. Part of her was serious, but she was also playing a role.
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
I began fucking her again, harder, and teased her clit at the same time. That did the trick, and the temperature in her pussy began to rise. A blush colored her cheeks and crept down her neck. Several minutes later, about the time it reached her chest, her breathing grew erratic.
“Permission…?” she gasped.
I fucked her with the long, steady strokes that she liked.
“Oh, God. Permission to come… sir?”
I didn’t reply. I kept right on fucking her and rubbing her clit instead.
“Please, sir. Permission… oh, God… Permission to come?”
“Look at me,” I said in my best command voice.
She did.
“You can come when I say so. Not a moment before. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Her expression contorted as she tried to hold back. Her chest had turned pink from the heat, and the temperature in her pussy was headed toward molten. “Please, sir,” she begged at last. “I can’t— Permission—?”