The Hamptons' House

2003: Part 2

Tony woke the following morning with a rough sandpaper feeling in his mouth and deep regret that he didn't close the curtains before he got into bed. He resolved that he'd figure out the AI thing just so he could just get it to close the fucking curtains so that the bright death orb in the sky wouldn't be able to burn a hole in his retina as soon as he woke up.

He pried his eyes open a little and spotted his sunglasses on the side table next to a tumbler that still had a fifth of Scotch in it. He grabbed the glasses and fumbled them on, before downing the last of the Scotch. It was warm, but it had the strong burn that his body was craving.

He closed his eyes and waited for the alcohol to take the edge off. His fingers trailed up and down your back. It was strange how he could go three years without seeing you and your skin always felt familiar under his fingers.

He rolled closer to you and began to place slow kisses on your shoulder. You stirred a little but didn't wake. Tony propped himself up on his elbow and ran his fingers down your spine and over your ass as he trailed kisses over your shoulders.

As his fingers slipped between your legs you let out a soft moan. "That feels good..." you murmured, without opening your eyes.

"Just relax and enjoy it," Tony said quietly. His fingers slipped between your folds and he began to slowly finger your clit. You hummed softly and spread your legs just a little. Tony licked his fingers and began to move them faster over your clit.

You moaned and shifted slightly, pushing back on his hand. Your arousal built and started to seep from inside you. Tony ran his finger down to your entrance and collected it up, using your fluids as a lubricant for his fingers. They moved faster and harder and your moans got louder and louder. You started rocking your hips back against his hand and your hands tightened in the sheets.

"Tony," you moaned.

"That's it, cookie," he purred. "You gonna come for me?" You whined and squirmed a little under his touch like you were trying to fight the feeling of pleasure surging through you. "Relax, honey."

He picked up the pace, rubbing your clit harder and harder. Your legs began to tremble and you bit down into the pillow and you came, your clit twitching under his hand.

He got up on his knees and straddled your thighs. You hummed gently as he began to slowly massage your back and rut against your ass. His cock slid up and down the crevice between your cheeks with each roll of his hips.

"Fuck, Tony," you moaned, lifting your hips a little. "Give it to me."

He leaned over, putting his weight on yours. "You have to be patient, cookie," he whispered against your ear.

"No," you whined, pushing your ass up against him. "I want it."

He grabbed a condom from the side table and quickly rolled it on. You pushed up against him and he guided his cock into your waiting cunt.

"Fuck, yes, Tony," you moaned.

He kept his weight on top of you, as he kissed your neck and slowly rolled his hips into you. You reached back and tangled your hand in his hair. He groaned into your neck picking up his pace. His arm curled around you and he rubbed your clit as he thrust into you. Your cunt began to squeeze and flutter around his cock and his balls began to tighten.

"You feel so fucking good," he whispered against your ear. "I've missed this."

"Me too," you mewled, pushing up against him and changing the angle that his cock penetrated you. You gasped and moaned loudly. "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." You babbled and bit down into your pillow and came around his cock.