lapped, swirled, and licked over me as he slipped two fingers inside, pressing up hard into the magic spot, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my orgasm torn out of me. My whole body tensed to the point of snapping.
Rising above me so that I could see his face as he withdrew his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean. “I can’t live without the taste of you. I don’t know how I did for so long.”
My thighs were shaking, body quivering, cunt pulsing, nipples aching, shoulders and arms going numb.
Gods above…
I was nothing but a mass of raw nerves, shivering with the fact that this was nowhere near over.
His head dipped, and his warm wet mouth sucked in a nipple. His burning torso settled between my thighs, and I squeezed them around him, holding him tightly to me. Sucking, licking, scraping his teeth over the pebbled nub, his hot mouth sent electric fire darts shooting between my legs.
“Oh God, Phil!” I gasped.
“Mmm…” he replied, turning his attention to the other one.
I could very well orgasm from this alone. Pressure built up hardcore inside, my cunt starting to throb wetly all over again.
“Please…” I whimpered, arching up and grinding myself into his belly.
“What do you need?” he asked, releasing my nipple, blowing his warm breath over it.
“You!” I panted.
“You have me, all of me, heart and soul.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip in frustration.
“What do you need from me?” His voice was a sweet, warm caress.
“Please, Phil…” I sobbed, arching against him again, seeking the counterpressure to ease the pounding ache.
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me!”
“What part of me?” He slid two fingers in me. “This?”
“No!”
“Say it!” he demanded.
“Your cock!”
“Hmm…that’s better. You need to communicate with me as clearly as possible in these instances.”
Gently, he rolled me onto my belly, making sure I had my face to one side. He tore the remainder of my blouse and destroyed my bra so that I didn’t have a stitch of clothing left on me. Tossing the shreds aside, he slipped an arm beneath my waist, lifting me.
“Bend your knees, and pull them up under you,” he said.
I did as he told me, and he used his knees to spread mine further apart. My face and chest pressed heavily into the mattress.
“Oh fuck, Kenna.” He groaned, tracing his fingertips along the seam of me, from clit to asshole. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
I felt him positioning himself, pushing the plump head of him inside, easing in slowly. In this position, I was so tight, bearing down on him like a vise.
“Fuck. You’ve got the most amazin’ pussy, you know that? You wrap around me and grip me like you were made just for me.”
“I was,” I said simply.
“Too fuckin’ right you were,” he growled. “I fuckin’ own this cunt, don’t I, Kenna?”
“Yes.”
He ceased pushing. “Tell me.”
“You own my cunt, Phil. Only you. It’s yours.”
Gliding all the way in, the head of him pressed wonderfully into his spot.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I moaned.
Phil placed his hands on my back in between my bound arms, smoothing their way around, looping through them to reach under and hold my chest, lifting my upper body. I had to trust him to hold my weight, not to drop me on my face. First, one large hand and then the other spread wide, hot palms cradling my breasts. This pushed him just that little bit further inside, bumping into the mouth of my cervix.
“I’m gonna ride the fuck outta you,” he told me. “You ready for that?”
“Yes!” I cried out, trying to shift to take even more of him.
“Just relax,” he said softly. “I got you, okay?”
I eased my weight into his hands, and he started pumping me in long, slow, steady strokes. The momentum swung me back and forth. Increasing the pace, he gradually punched into me harder and harder, my body simply receiving and sliding against him, like a pendulum. He didn’t miss a beat. He just continued to pound into me with his relentless pace. The sound of wet skin slapping on wet skin, his harsh breathing, and my ever increasing whimpers and moans filled the silence.
An orgasm of epic proportions swelled within me and beat its way out of me. I couldn’t even try to keep up. After screaming with my release, I slumped over, my head too heavy a weight to hold up any longer.
He wouldn’t stop, pound, pound, pounding into me, until I tightened up once more, whimpering.