I damn near lost my breath when she reached over and wrapped her arms around me. Hurriedly, I engulfed her into my chest, feeling her face pushing into my shoulder.
“Sorry, Ashton.”
I was so thrilled by her slip of affection that I would’ve forgiven anything she wronged me on just to be here with her. Since when did her attention feel this good? I wouldn’t question it, though. I would not make this a big deal and risk her getting weird on me. Hell no. I liked this Tori.
“No worries, Nabby-girl, as long as you’re good.”
There were no words after that. We pulled away and I headed straight for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before jumping into the shower. Not even midway through, Tori strode into the bathroom gloriously naked. Her eyes were locked on mine when she stepped inside the shower. There was more than enough room. I used the wall faucet while she used the ceiling. This was weird. Tori’s fucking body was art, the type you could admire, but not necessarily help yourself to.
So, I was surprised when I finished and was stepping out, she pulled me by the shoulder toward her. So soon, I was sensitive to her touch and obeyed her prompting. I was met with her open mouth and knitted brows. She kissed me. It wasn’t smooth, as she was still a novice, but it was communicative. Tori wanted me. She fucking wanted me. She was über-eager and artless, but clear. For the first time since I started fucking, I was clueless as to what to do with a woman. Tori was different.
We kissed hard and long, so long I’d lost sense of my surroundings and stumbled from taking a backward step out of the shower. I slipped with Tori suctioned into my chest, luckily able to break the fall with my arm and palm without pain. But…she never stopped kissing me. I was worried about us getting hurt, and Tori was on top of me like a goddamn vixen, devouring my mouth and eventually fisting my cock as she maneuvered to straddle me. Her breasts, those brown, round things that looked fake as fuck but were the best natural ones I’d had lifting into the air as her back arched. She moved up, lifting over my dick she held in her palm.
My eyes blew open wide as hell when she sat on it, sinking down on my rod in three plunges. Oh, fuck! She was reckless and bold. Pain struck in her face, but determination colored her eyes as she kept lifting and rising in the worst rhythm known to riding dick. She was indeed a novice, but Tori’s athletic abilities were at play. Her thighs were separated, feet planted on the floor as her pussy was exposed when I lifted my neck. She strained so hard from the pain, it aroused the sick part of my fucking libido. Tori McNabb was a determined one. From the sight above me, I had a lesbo on my dick. There was no longer a curve to her spine, and although her nipples were pebble-hard, Tori was overwhelmed with the hurting sensation, but determined to endure it.
“Please help me,” she squeaked.
And with gusto, I snapped into action, grabbing one of her hips with one hand and finding her nub with the other to counter the ache. The rubbing arched her a bit, but my mouth nibbling on her one tit loosened her hips according to my guide. No, she wasn’t doing a good job, but I didn’t give a fuck. Tori was giving me her pussy, and that was blowing my goddamn mind. So, I kept licking and rubbing her clit. Her hips relaxed and helpless moans hiked. I kept going, and she kept rising.
Then I saw heaven. I’d tasted it and had felt it between her legs, but never had I seen it on her face when she came while “riding” me. Tori was coming, making her thrusts onto me faster and the walls of her pussy clench. Her hands clasped my waist as her eyes rolled back and mouth opened to…nothing.
Tori kept it all in, but her body told me everything. No, she wasn’t doing a great job at riding me, but this simulation of a vaginal orgasm while on top of me was enough inspiration for me to wait until she was finished. I grabbed both her hips and lifted and slammed her into me at a pace