milking his cock as she writhed in pleasure on the bed. He hadn’t come, not yet, but the intense pleasure racing through his body was unequaled to anything he’d ever experienced. His mind was such a fog of endorphins he felt almost drunk on them.
“My turn,” she said, after the inner walls of her sex had stopped clenching around him.
Before he could consider what she meant, she’d looped her legs around his waist again and, true to her earlier threat, had him flipped over on his back. His legs still hung over the side of the bed, but that didn’t seem to concern her as she sat up on him to take him into her fully.
As she began rocking on top of him, she let her hands trail over his chest and down to his waist. Her thighs flexed as she pulled herself up and then relaxed as she slid back down his length. God they were sexy thighs. He could stare at them for hours.
Only, then he wouldn’t see what those delightful hands of hers were doing. At some point she’d worked them up her own body and was currently pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers as her black hair swung free around her shoulders. Her gaze was heavy with renewed desire and her lips slightly parted. It was the sexiest image he’d ever seen and, not wanting to forget a single detail, he did his best to memorize it. But, too soon, he was lost to everything but the sensation of being inside her.
He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her down against him. She was an expert rider, but he wasn’t used to giving up control. She allowed him to guide their pace for a few more minutes but then she stopped playing with her beautiful nipples and braced her hands on his chest.
He was no innocent. He enjoyed sex and had thought he’d experienced it all, but now he was realizing, until that very moment, he’d never truly been fucked by anyone. Her movements were quick but filled with power and confidence that demanded his surrender. It was a call he couldn’t deny for long.
Bursts of light began to dance behind his eyelids as his own orgasm started to build. He was right on the cusp, the pleasure so intense it was becoming unbearable. Wanting to see her—needing to watch the ocean of desire crashing in her eyes—he opened his. God she was beautiful. Wild and confident. So full of life. And that was all it took to push him over the brink, forcing him surrender to the bliss that engulfed him.
His body was aflame. He would’ve sworn he’d been turned to ash if he didn’t feel so alive. And the room was lost to a sudden flash of light that blinded him to everything but the perfect weight of her body on his.
Her movements slowed but didn’t stop. And, as sensitive as he was, he really needed her to stop. He tried to hold her hips to find some reprieve from the torment but, in his current haze, he wasn’t a match for her. By the time he found the strength to remove her, he was already hard again. She just felt so perfect wrapped around him. It was actually almost painful to lift her off him and sit her next to him on the bed, but he needed to dispose of the condom and clean up. It was, after all, the gentlemanly thing to do. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” he promised as he took a step toward his bathroom.
“Better make it quick.”
“What? You going to start without me?”
She smiled as she encircled a nipple with her fingertip. “That’s a given. The real question is if I’ll finish without you.”
It was a warning he was happy to heed and, when he came back into the bedroom and found her running her fingers through the lips of her pussy, he was glad he had. It was a sight that caught him in the chest and made it hard from him to breathe. “Really not big on the whole patience thing, are you?”
“I did warn you.”
“I remember.” He pulled a pair of velvet-lined cuffs from his night stand and held them out to her. “It does have it perks, though. Wanna give it a shot?”
She glanced at the cuffs
“My turn,” she said, after the inner walls of her sex had stopped clenching around him.
Before he could consider what she meant, she’d looped her legs around his waist again and, true to her earlier threat, had him flipped over on his back. His legs still hung over the side of the bed, but that didn’t seem to concern her as she sat up on him to take him into her fully.
As she began rocking on top of him, she let her hands trail over his chest and down to his waist. Her thighs flexed as she pulled herself up and then relaxed as she slid back down his length. God they were sexy thighs. He could stare at them for hours.
Only, then he wouldn’t see what those delightful hands of hers were doing. At some point she’d worked them up her own body and was currently pinching and rolling her nipples between her thumbs and fingers as her black hair swung free around her shoulders. Her gaze was heavy with renewed desire and her lips slightly parted. It was the sexiest image he’d ever seen and, not wanting to forget a single detail, he did his best to memorize it. But, too soon, he was lost to everything but the sensation of being inside her.
He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her down against him. She was an expert rider, but he wasn’t used to giving up control. She allowed him to guide their pace for a few more minutes but then she stopped playing with her beautiful nipples and braced her hands on his chest.
He was no innocent. He enjoyed sex and had thought he’d experienced it all, but now he was realizing, until that very moment, he’d never truly been fucked by anyone. Her movements were quick but filled with power and confidence that demanded his surrender. It was a call he couldn’t deny for long.
Bursts of light began to dance behind his eyelids as his own orgasm started to build. He was right on the cusp, the pleasure so intense it was becoming unbearable. Wanting to see her—needing to watch the ocean of desire crashing in her eyes—he opened his. God she was beautiful. Wild and confident. So full of life. And that was all it took to push him over the brink, forcing him surrender to the bliss that engulfed him.
His body was aflame. He would’ve sworn he’d been turned to ash if he didn’t feel so alive. And the room was lost to a sudden flash of light that blinded him to everything but the perfect weight of her body on his.
Her movements slowed but didn’t stop. And, as sensitive as he was, he really needed her to stop. He tried to hold her hips to find some reprieve from the torment but, in his current haze, he wasn’t a match for her. By the time he found the strength to remove her, he was already hard again. She just felt so perfect wrapped around him. It was actually almost painful to lift her off him and sit her next to him on the bed, but he needed to dispose of the condom and clean up. It was, after all, the gentlemanly thing to do. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” he promised as he took a step toward his bathroom.
“Better make it quick.”
“What? You going to start without me?”
She smiled as she encircled a nipple with her fingertip. “That’s a given. The real question is if I’ll finish without you.”
It was a warning he was happy to heed and, when he came back into the bedroom and found her running her fingers through the lips of her pussy, he was glad he had. It was a sight that caught him in the chest and made it hard from him to breathe. “Really not big on the whole patience thing, are you?”
“I did warn you.”
“I remember.” He pulled a pair of velvet-lined cuffs from his night stand and held them out to her. “It does have it perks, though. Wanna give it a shot?”
She glanced at the cuffs
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