my back, throwing my head back. “Oh, yes.”
I lift a foot and run the sole down the back of his leg, urging him on. He rolls to his side, lifts his head, and gazes down at my panties. He slides one palm along my quivering belly, dipping right under the elastic edge to cup my hot, wet pussy. A second later a finger slips inside me, and I suck in a sharp breath.
His thumb swirls in a circle until my clit is revealed, and then he gives it all his attention.
I stroke my hand over his shoulders and thread my fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck. I pull his attention from watching himself play with my pussy, and his eyes lock with mine.
He twists and gives me a kiss, but he will not be deterred and slides down my body to settle between my thighs.
“Can’t tell you how many nights I’ve lied in bed, jerking off to the memory of your sweet pussy clenching down on my dick and your release coating it.”
At his words, my breathing shallows and my skin flushes, those images flashing before my mind’s eye. I undulate on the bed, and he smiles, his eyes dark on me right before he gives me that first sweet lick of his tongue. The erotic brush of his close-cut beard skates along my inner thighs and sends jolts of bliss shooting through my belly straight to my clit.
He zeros in on it and sucks, and my hips lift off the bed. He settles in for a good long stay between my thighs, licking and sucking and lapping up my rush of release until I’m writhing under him.
He glances up and locks eyes with me. “I could stay right here all day, baby. Watch you come again and again and be content.”
His thumbs take up where his mouth leaves off, and I’m panting, climbing closer and closer to the summit.
“Pinch your nipples,” he orders and I do. The sharp zing of pain is just enough to push me right over the edge, and I cry out. He sucks hard, sharpening the orgasm. I moan long and low. He doesn’t give me a moment before he’s up on his knees, pushing my thighs apart, taking his erection in his hand and plunging inside my slick heat.
Oh, God. It makes everything intensify, and I moan again. He grabs my ass and lifts me up until its just my shoulders on the mattress, then he pounds into me, wild and relentless, as if he hasn’t had sex in weeks, months, years.
“Just as good as I remember,” he grunts. “Never had another woman this good. Never, baby.”
He pounds into me, and there’s something about the way he takes me, the way he takes control of my body that has me wanting more, wanting everything he has to give. I want to give him anything he wants. Totally submit to him.
He’s quick to ramp up, and he’s soon telling me he’s close. He shifts, moving over me, his hands on the bed near my face, looming over me as he continues to thrust into me. He dips his head, and his mouth covers mine for just a moment, then his body goes rock solid, and he comes long and hard before collapsing on top of me.
I revel in the feel of the weight of his body on me. It’s comforting and arousing at the same time, and I don’t ever want him to move.
I stroke the skin of his back, tracing light patterns down his spine, tracing the indentations of the dimples at the base, and then gliding down over the globes of his ass.
He groans, then lifts his head and begins sucking on my neck. His mouth eventually moves down to my breasts, and he lavishes my nipples with endless attention that lasts so long I feel his dick begin to expand again. My body can’t help but give in to the urge to clamp down around it, hard.
He groans and demands, “Again. Don’t stop.”
I give him what he wants, and his mouth gets more urgent until he begins to thrust in and out of me with long, slow strokes. My body responds, my hips lifting to meet each one. He pulls back, flips me over and yanks my ass up in the air, driving right back inside me so deep that I moan, my face pressed to the mattress.
At this angle he hits that sweet spot with every