two seconds flat, Becky is back on me with a leg on each side of my waist, sliding my rigid cock into her with a rush. She lets out a gasp once I’m fully inserted, but the length of the gasp is all the time it takes for Becky to start grinding on top of me.
The force of her hips rocks the couch beneath us, but we don’t care. My concern isn't the furniture. I’d gladly sit atop this couch as the legs snap out from underneath us, as long as Becky has the orgasm I’ve been thinking about for so long. So, I grab onto the couch and hold on as Becky rides me. She rides with an aggression that borders on rage, clutching the top of the couch behind me and yanking it, using it as leverage as she charges forward. Both of us let out groans like we’re being tortured for information as it goes on.
“Yes!” Becky screams as she rides me. All I can do is bite my lip as she takes what she wants, my cock stiff inside of her, savoring every move she makes.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck me,” I hear myself say, although it sounds foreign to me. I’m so into this, I feel like I barely recognize myself, but instead of fighting it, I embrace it.
My hands release their grip on the couch and move to Becky’s hips. I grab on and squeeze, following her hip movement and mirroring it with my own. It seems to be the right move, because Becky perks up a bit, biting her lip as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Yes, baby,” she barks, but she never looks at me. I know she’s into it, but I don't think I’ve ever seen her keep her eyes closed the entire time before. Nonetheless, I’m just as into it as she is, and I won't stop.
I look up at Becky, struggling to find her as her hair dangles over my eyes, but I see her and make sure to pay attention. My mind rushes back to Dr. Colson’s office, and I can hear him telling me to keep pushing once I’ve got her on the edge. I can hear the conviction in his voice, and I remember how I felt in the moment, as I realized this man wasn't telling me what to do without knowing it for himself. Dr. Colson gave me advice based on experience, and I’m envious of that.
I want to know what it’s like to be so good at sex that I can counsel people I’ve never met before, and give them sound advice that actually works. I want to know exactly what to do to Becky that gets her this horny for me every night, while also wrecking her body with orgasms. I want it more than I can explain. So, when Becky’s breathing becomes rhythmic and she stops talking, I really pay attention.
I see how she keeps up the same movement over and over again with her eyes pinched shut. The couch squeals in protest in a quick-paced cadence, and I know Becky is building up to it. She has everything exactly how she wants it, and she’s being pushed to the edge right here on top of me. All I have to do is keep pushing, just like Dr. Colson said.
I look up, watching Becky as she grinds passionately on top of me, her tits swaying back and forth with her movements. I hear her breathing, I see her beautiful face and how her brow is furrowed in concentration. I smell her sexy perfume and let my hands reach around and squeeze her ass. Everything looks and feels so good, I don't even notice the orgasm sneak up on me. Before I realize what has happened, everything I was working for comes collapsing around me.
“Oh shit!” I blurt out, completely caught off guard. “Oh, I’m gonna come! Oh!”
Becky slows her movements down, but it’s too late. I’ve already crossed over whatever threshold there is inside the human body that keeps you from pushing an orgasm back down to where it came from, and my body flexes all of its muscles at once. I have an orgasm that feels like I hit a brick wall while riding a bike, and when I come down from it, Becky has stopped moving altogether. She’s sitting still on top of me, breathing hard, and glaring at me as if I’ve just given her the biggest disappointment of her life.