He rumbles out what could be a laugh or just the sound the earth makes before an impending earthquake, and starts to unlace the crotch strings on my pants.
“Can’t burn these off too?” I ask.
“I think they’d just melt, so better to be safe than sorry.”
“My lower half appreciates your caution,” I tell him. And win-win for me, I now get to revel in the feel of his deft fingers as they undress me.
I chuckle and watch with amusement as Jerif undoes the laces, pulls off my boots, and slides the leather pants off of me slowly, like he’s savoring each inch of skin as it’s revealed to him.
It’s fucking hot.
He kisses back up my leg, painfully slowly, teasing my inner thigh, activating the tickle spots low on my abdomen, and coaxing out a deep moan to break up the panting I’m doing when his hand settles possessively on my pussy. He rubs the base of his palm on my clit and pushes two fingers inside of me as his lips trace the underside of my breast.
He hooks onto my G-spot right away and starts moving in and out of me while his palm applies pressure on my clit. His mouth traverses my peaked breast, and he wraps his sinfully delicious lips around a hard throbbing nipple and heats his mouth and flicks his tongue so I feel like a hot suction cup was just applied.
“Holy shit!” I cry out as he sparks all kinds of sensations through me. His mouth moves and does the hot suction cup to my other nipple, and I start to feel the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm.
“Mmmm, love feeling you grip my fingers like that,” Jerif declares as he drags his lips up the column of my neck and picks up the pace between my thighs.
“Yes,” I encourage as more pleasure starts to coalesce inside of me, and I start grinding up into his palm.
“That’s it, Princess, take what you want. Make me give it to you,” he coaxes, and then his lips consume mine as an orgasm rips through me.
Jerif drinks down my cries and moans, sampling my pleasure with his tongue and savoring it on his lips. I grind on his hand, riding out the waves of bliss as I feel his palm get slick with my release.
I lift up from my back, and Jerif pulls his fingers out of me as I push him back on his ass and climb into his lap again, my wings automatically moving out of the way. I reach down and stroke him twice before aligning him with my entrance. Then I drop down on his thick cock, my eyes fixed on his and flaring with my turn to play.
He groans and unfurls beneath me like my pussy wrapping around his cock was the key to finally getting him to relax. I swivel my hips as I drop down to his base, a puff of breath getting stuck in my chest.
“Fuck,” I grit out as I look down at where we’re joined. He’s big, stretching me wide and making me feel so fucking full. When I don’t move for a moment, he squeezes my ass and lifts his hips, pushing up into me as I’m getting acclimated. “Oh…” I lean forward and nip his lips. Jerif isn’t patient. He wants me now.
I lift up until only the tip of him is inside of me and then drop back down again. We both look down to watch the erotic sight of him disappearing inside of me as I move. His cock is wet and glistening as I pump up and down on him, and I’m addicted to the sight.
His hands move up from my ass to skim up my ribs and palm my breasts as I roll and grind my hips, taking him exactly how I want. I kiss him, feeding off his groans and pants as I ride him and work out the pent-up sexual frustration between us.
Just when I think I’m going to run this show into another blazing orgasm, Jerif pulls a dick move and pushes forward until I’m tipping back. He grips me tightly, and his hands around my waist are the only reason I don’t teeter-totter off his cock. Next thing I know, I’m lying back on my tucked wings, Jerif is angling my hips right where he wants me, and he’s pumping into me fast and hard.