bed, him hovering over me. I sat up a bit and threw his jacket off his shoulders.
He looked down at himself like he didn’t understand why he was still wearing all his clothes. That’s when he stopped with my clothes all together and started taking off his. His jacket came off in one fluid movement. He kicked off his shoes under the bed I assumed, considering I couldn’t see. He started unbuttoning his shirt with his eyes on my chest. I watched him, more than excited and ran my hand down my throat to my breasts. My nipples ended up between my own hands as I rolled and tugged him, smiling at his groan.
Bored with that, I moved down to my jeans unsnapping them and pushing them down my legs along with my panties. I kicked off my chucks and socks just as he got to his pants. Then I took a finger and moved it around my sex, playing lightly with my clit while he watched.
I never moved my eyes from him and once he got that shirt off, I was just gone. All those muscles packed into his body. They moved and flexed with him, it was seriously more than I could take. I had to let some of this tension off, even if I had to do it myself. Once his slacks landed on the floor I felt my eyes widen. His dick reached up to his belly button, all smooth skin and rock hard flesh.
“It’ll fit,” he said, his voice shocking me enough that I moved my eyes up to his. My finger still moved on my clit and his eyes moved to watch, flaring when they reached the sight. His arm flew out and opened a drawer on the nightstand next to his bed. He pulled out a condom. He used his teeth to rip it open and I watched, fascinated, while he rolled the thing on without taking his eyes away from me playing with myself. “God I bet you’re so fucking tight.”
I let out a moan at that and rolled my hips, hoping he’d hurry the hell up. Then he was climbing on top of me, his hand moving down to mine. He didn’t move it, just moved with it over my clit and down to my opening. His lips started kissing my jaw, my lips and my neck. “So fucking wet.”
He moved his lips to one of my nipples and the second he got it in his mouth, his cock entered me in one smooth thrust, causing me to cry out and stiffen up. “Fuck,” I groaned out, not used to the fullness.
He waited until I adjusted before he started moving. His mouth sucking at my breasts and his hand playing with mine on my clit. My back was arching off the bed before long as he fucked and sucked.
He lifted his head up, his green eyes flaring with so much heat I had to gulp down my dry throat. “So fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He rose up a little bit, enough that I could remove my hand from my sex and wrap my arms around his neck.
Then I flipped him on his back. He never left my body. “Jesus,” he muttered, looking at me with surprise. I didn’t comment on it, I just moved my hips to my own beat. I slid on him, all wet and hot, so fucking turned on. I lifted my arms up to take my hair up off my neck.
My eyes were closed so it was a shock to me to open them and find him staring at me, closer than he was before. He’d moved up to his elbows, his hands gripping my thighs, using his thumbs to spread my legs farther apart. “I wish you could see this,” he whispered and butterflies came alive in my stomach. “So fucking beautiful, moving up and down on me like that.” Then his eyes moved down to where we were joined. “Fucking perfect wet pussy. Fuck.”
He sat up fast then made me move to lay down on my side. One leg each pressed together, my other leg thrown over his hip. My head ended up resting on his bicep and his other hand was rubbing up and down my waist, causing goose flesh.
The thing that made it all more real, pleasurable and intense was his eyes right there. He didn’t say the words or use his hands, he just used his eyes. They wouldn’t let me look away; I was stuck staring into their green depths seeing all the things he was feeling right
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