Advertising for Love by Elisabeth Roseland Page A

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    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, I want to give you more.” His arms shook above his head.
    “Okay.” She sat down hard on his cock, and he moaned and jolted upright, pulling the headboard forward a few degrees. Aisha relished the control she had over the helpless Greg, and she moved her hips in a circular motion watching the veins in his arms bulge to the surface as he strained against the scarves. He attempted to rotate his hips to complement hers, but Aisha kept him guessing.
    “Ah ah ah.” She leaned down and raked her fingers across his chest, which had grown slick with perspiration. “I’m running the show here.” She stopped her circular motion and raised up so only the tip of his dick was inside her. She then sat down swiftly, and Greg’s upper body jerked upward again. She continued this pattern for some time—rising slowly to the point of almost coming completely off of him and then taking him hard into her, right up to the base. With each slam, he jumped, and Aisha could see the beads of sweat that streamed down his face.
    Gripping him firmly between her thighs, Aisha pounded him furiously. She slipped her hands around his narrow waist for leverage and continued her fast-paced rhythm. She could see the orgasm on his face before it hit his body. Greg’s forehead furrowed, and his lips curled upward before grunting loudly—a sound that was sharply cut off by an inhale of breath. His body flopped around like a fish underneath her, and the headboard banged loudly against the wall. Aisha continued to ride him as his flops turned into shakes and then died down to quivers. She finally slowed as the headboard quieted, and Greg’s head lolled to one side between his outstretched arms. Aisha got up, removed the condom, and threw it in the trash. She then surveyed him one last time. Greg’s feet were splayed in opposite directions, and his cock lay flaccid, exhausted, against his thigh. Loosening the knots, Aisha removed the blindfold and released him from the headboard.
    Greg’s eyes were closed, his breathing erratic. He brought one hand down to his chest, and the other remained above his head, quivering slightly. Aisha slid up next to his damp body and put her lips close to his ear. “That’s one.”
    Greg laughed weakly. “Damn. One’s enough.” The words came out in a staggering breath.
    Aisha propped herself up on one elbow and watched as his breathing slowly returned to normal. She ran her fingers down his sweaty chest. “Surprising?”
    Greg’s eyes slowly opened. They were dark pools peering into her. He nodded solemnly. “Yes. Very.”  
    Aisha kissed him gently, and underneath her fingertips, she could feel his heart beating a steady rhythm in his chest. “My job here is done.”
    A spark lit in his eyes. “Not yet.” He then slipped his fingers inside her.
    Aisha gasped at the unexpectedness of his move and fell back onto the bed. As he slid his fingers in and out, he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Greg’s spontaneity, his technique, and the fact that she could still imagine his cock inside her caused Aisha to come almost immediately. Her orgasm took her breath away. The waves of pleasure surged up to her head and down to her toes as her body shook. She gripped the wet sheets, arched her back and moaned, her hips thrusting upward against her will. Greg continued to rub her, and she clenched her teeth as the sensation became too much.  
    “Okay. Stop!” she hissed. Greg removed his hand, and Aisha sighed as her pussy pulsated with sensitive energy.
    “Good?” he whispered.
    “Mm.”
    “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
    Aisha lay there listening to the sound of her own heart. Greg pulled her close, and she put her head on his shoulder. “Thank you for that.” His voice vibrated in her head.
    “You’re welcome,” Aisha murmured. “Although, I should be thanking you as well. I think we both benefitted.”
    “I guess you’re right.”
    Aisha lay comfortably in his arms.