Coffee, tea? Or me?

Part III

III

Once inside the flat Lucy took off her boots.

"Sit on the sofa," she ordered and followed James to the living room as he did.

Lucy pressed play to the music on the stereo and slowly undid the belt of her coat, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor, then she walked to James and straddled him.

James cupped her bottom and moved his hand up to her waist feeling her smooth skin and the soft material of her two-piece. His eyes filled with lust again and he asked:

"Are you still gonna do whatever I want?"

"Yes, sir," she replied without breaking eye contact.

James inhaled sharply.

"Sit on the piano," he ordered.

Lucy pushed herself up and made her way to the black shiny piano, then sat on the top of it, her feet on the closed key cover. At this point James walked to Lucy and grabbed the low stool, moving it a few feet away then sat on it.

"Open your legs," he said in his deep voice.

Lucy followed his instructions and parted her knees, her hands on her thighs.

"I want you to touch yourself," James ordered again, his eyes on hers.

Lucy swallowed hard and looked at him for a moment, hardly breathing then her hand started to move slowly up her thigh and into her underwear where it found her clit that she started to circle and pinch softly, her other hand firmly planted on the wood behind her. Her back arched slightly with her movements and she bit her lip.

James removed the pack from his jeans pocket and lit a cigarette, inhaling sharply and slowly exhaling as he leaned on his knees, wrapped in a thin cloud of smoke, his eyes constantly on her face.

Lucy was soon lost in her own pleasure and her movement became more purposeful, her fingers skillfully teasing her sensitive spot.

"Look at me baby," James said breathing out smoke, as Lucy closed her eyes in pleasure.

The girl obeyed and looked at her boyfriend through eyes filled with lust: his hair messily combed back, his long legs bent before him, his sexy face and his big hands. She wanted him so badly and knew she would have done anything for him.

Her fingers begun to circle her clit more quickly then moved to her opening and slowly filled it, causing her to moan at the sensation, her hips started to rock with her movements.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he said hoarsely.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," breathed out Lucy and she wasn't lying.

James' lips curved in a cunning smile, he extinguished his cigarette on the package and walked to the piano.

"Slow down baby, I don't want you to come yet," he said and Lucy reluctantly slowed her movements then James crouched down and kissed her skin; her ankle, her calf, then bit the inner part of her knee, her inner thigh and her groin, sending spikes of electricity though Lucy's flash.

"You're so wet," he said as he placed a kiss on the fabric of her underwear.

Lucy replied with a moan.

"Take these off," James ordered as he started to peel down her shorts.

Lucy helped him by undoing the diamond chains around her thighs and locking them together again when James asked her to leave them on, then James wrapped his arms around her thighs and, pulling her slightly forward, leaned on her very sensitive clit and began to circle it with his tongue.