Page 26 of Hell’s Weapon

The knock comes again and I remember that I need to open the door to let her in. Yanking the handle a little harder than necessary, I force myself to not simply pull her into my body as she enters the room. She must’ve showered too, as I get a waft of a soft, florally scent as she strides past me. She stops beside the bed and turns to look at me, putting her hands on her hips.

Releasing the door, I wait until the self-closing mechanism works and the lock clicks, shutting us both in my room.

“So, how do you want to do this?” I ask stepping towards her. My usual bravado falters just a little as I drink in her frame. She has legs for miles, wrapped in the tight black standard issue leggings. She’s cropped the top of this uniform too, so her midriff is on show. Tonight she’s gone for the long sleeved version. It’s just as tight as her leggings and cuts off just below her breasts. My mouth fills with saliva as I think about hopefully getting my mouth on those delicious globes. She’s got the most perfect tits; they jiggle just slightly whenever she moves quickly. It makes my mouth water every time.

“I’m going to be in charge.” Her demand doesn’t really surprise me, and I’m all for it. If it gets her naked quicker, I’ll follow any instructions she tells me. My dick agrees as it tries to punch out of its tight confines of my boxers.

“Tell me what you want.” My voice has dropped an octave as I reach out and touch her, my hands coming to her waist. Her skin is soft under my palms, but I can feel the strength of her underneath. The sparks that fly at our contact makes my next exhale come out on a pant.

She is tall for a woman but seeing as I’m well above six feet, I tuck my chin slightly to look down at her as I pull her flush to my body. Her lips part with an audible inhale as she feels how aroused I already am. Seeing her momentarily surprised does delicious things to my insides. Flames lick my skin in anticipation of what's about to happen.

I like a good fuck, and enjoy having sex often, but already I can tell she is going to be better than average. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Take your shirt off.” She recovers and reaches for the hem of my top, pulling it up my torso. Reluctantly, I lift my hands from her skin and help her remove the item by reaching behind me and tugging the fabric over my head.

“You too,” I rasp, discarding my top and reaching for hers.

She lets me pull the top over her head and pulls her arms free. Underneath is one of the standard issue sports bras but she makes it look like the most expensive piece of lingerie.

Fucking hell, if she were actually in some expensive lace I’m pretty sure I’d be firing before I even got her naked. My blood is heating at far too fast a rate.

Taking a steadying breath, I move away, dropping back onto the bed behind me and lounging across it, bringing one knee up to make as much room in the front of my trousers as possible.

“Take the rest off,” I rasp.

She pauses and arches a brow. “I am the one giving the orders here. But, lucky for you I do want to get this underway, so I’ll oblige.”

The strip show she provides is nothing less than professional and I have no control over the hand that reaches down to my aching cock. I grasp it tight over my trousers before stroking it slowly as the siren in front of me reveals the rest of her skin.

She removes her bra first, her perfect tits bouncing as they’re released from the supportive fabric. Her nipples are already tight buds just waiting for me to suck on them. Discarding the bra, she slowly trails her hands down the honey coloured skin of her ribcage, skating down her waist and hooking her thumbs into the band of her leggings.

She surprises me by twirling as she pulls them down her legs so I get a view of her arse as she curves her spine to pull them off her feet.

Instead of removing the black cotton still covering her most private areas she turns back to me and knocks my knee out of the way, straddling my hips and grinding herself down on me.

She places her hands on either side of my head to pull me forward, bringing my face to her chest. “Use your tongue.”

I comply, no questions asked, eager to get my mouth on her skin. Placing a few lighter kisses across the mound of her right breast, I’m not a gentleman for long–I cannot hold back. Dipping, I tug her nipple between my teeth, licking the tip to ease the sting. She gasps above me.

My hands once again find her hips, and my fingers play with the edges of the fabric, itching to discover what she’s she hasn’t revealed yet.

Running my thumb down the inner crease of her thigh where it meets the cotton, I test the waters. Will she let me dive straight in or want me to hold back?

Never one to not put in one hundred percent, I decide to go for it. Skating my thumb across the fabric before running it up the middle of her underwear. I’m rewarded with another gasp as I move my lips to her other breast and rubbing my thumb directly over her covered clit.

Her hands start exploring too, they grip my shoulders, then run down my abs before finding the belt buckle at my waist. She pulls the leather free of the loops in one swift practiced motion and unhooks it from the metal clasp before flicking her wrists and undoing the button underneath.

Before I’ve realised, her hand is pulling my cock out of my boxers and into her firm grasp. Jaysus, mother and Joseph that feels good.

Groaning, my eyes close with pleasure as my head falls back against the wall.

“What the fuck?” Tacita drops my cock like it’s burned her, leaving me pelted with a metaphorical ice shower. Those words are not what a guy wants to hear when a woman first feels his dick.

Opening my eyes I see her staring at my junk. She’s examining it intently.

Ooohhh! Maybe I should’ve told her…

“You’re pierced?” Her eyes lift to mine and her lips pull into a line. The heat in her eyes gives her away, she’s secretly thrilled by my metal.