do.
‘Naughty girl. Were you counting on my not being able to sleep?’
How easily he read her.
‘Just thinking ahead to the possibility.’
As John slid a hand beneath the pillow for a condom, Lizzie hitched and hutched and shimmied and wiggled to get out of her pyjama bottoms. The sheets were tangled around them, though, and while she was still struggling, one leg in and one leg out, the solid presence of John’s cock butting against the underside of her bottom told her unequivocally that he was ready.
‘Leave it,’ he commanded as she grappled with her pyjamas. ‘I can get to you quite nicely.’ He grabbed her hip, pressing her against him, his cock probing. The latex-clad head jostled her labia, and as she tilted her pelvis, he found her entrance. She felt him reach down to position himself better. ‘Lift your leg, baby … Let me in …’
Breathing heavily, she adjusted her position. The angle was better then, and John began to push. Lizzie relaxed, opening herself to his cock, welcoming him in as he gripped her by the hip again to ease the way.
In, in, in … Ah yes, home!
Now it was John’s turn to shimmy and work with his hips, swirling for maximum penetration.
‘Good girl … Good girl … Oh God, that’s good,’ he murmured, holding her round the waist so he could control both their positions and fit them together even closer. ‘Mm … now, doesn’t that feel nice? I’m right in you now.’
Nice? Nice? It was heavenly. He was deep, pressing on all sorts of sneaky little nerve endings as he imposed his shape on hers, creating a snug space for himself inside her body. And it became even nicer when, satisfied with his depth, he reached around her belly and cupped her sex from the front. One long, clever finger wiggled its way through her bush, probed between her sex lips and settled squarely on her clit.
‘Oh … oh God,’ she cried at the sharp-sweet quality of the pleasure. Captivated by their joshing and by-play, she hadn’t realised quite how aroused and agonisingly needy she’d become. One touch of John’s finger at her centre and she was right back on the precipice of coming again.
‘It is nice, isn’t it?’ The finger circled, but not too far, staying on point.
Lizzie made a strangled sound, starting to thrash and work herself. Just a little more, a little more …
‘Answer me. Tell me if that’s good.’ His voice was dark, deep, thrillingly husky. In this most vanilla of positions he was still her all-powerful dominant.
‘Yes … Yes … It’s good. It’s so good.’ She moaned, long and brokenly, when the pressure on her clit suddenly increased, the rub firmer, the pattern of circling more complicated. ‘Oh! Oh hell … John!’
She came, her body clenching and gripping him, her clitoris leaping in a pulsing dance beneath his fingertip. Arching and rocking, she rode the pleasure while John’s grip was unyielding, his free hand sliding between her hip and the mattress, holding her in place, keeping her steady.
‘Stay still, beautiful girl.’
It was impossible. She was still coming, her body filled with wild energy. She tried, though, half failing, half obeying, shrieking when he assaulted her clit anew with clever, wicked and loving manipulation.
Tears of bliss dripped from her eyes, running sideways onto the pillow. She clasped one hand between her legs, over his, and with the other grabbed at his thigh, holding on tight, fingers digging into the firm, flexing muscles.
Holding her, he pushed in further, seeming to reach places that were impossible, almost part of her soul.
The crisis went on, everything dynamic. Lizzie laughed through the pleasure, mocking everything she’d read, and perceived, about spoons being a gentle and passive position. This was as wild, somehow, as anything they’d done, and yet in reality they were hardly moving. The tiniest action, and reaction, was enormous in sensation.
‘Yes! Yes!’ John shoved harder. Lizzie seemed to
‘Naughty girl. Were you counting on my not being able to sleep?’
How easily he read her.
‘Just thinking ahead to the possibility.’
As John slid a hand beneath the pillow for a condom, Lizzie hitched and hutched and shimmied and wiggled to get out of her pyjama bottoms. The sheets were tangled around them, though, and while she was still struggling, one leg in and one leg out, the solid presence of John’s cock butting against the underside of her bottom told her unequivocally that he was ready.
‘Leave it,’ he commanded as she grappled with her pyjamas. ‘I can get to you quite nicely.’ He grabbed her hip, pressing her against him, his cock probing. The latex-clad head jostled her labia, and as she tilted her pelvis, he found her entrance. She felt him reach down to position himself better. ‘Lift your leg, baby … Let me in …’
Breathing heavily, she adjusted her position. The angle was better then, and John began to push. Lizzie relaxed, opening herself to his cock, welcoming him in as he gripped her by the hip again to ease the way.
In, in, in … Ah yes, home!
Now it was John’s turn to shimmy and work with his hips, swirling for maximum penetration.
‘Good girl … Good girl … Oh God, that’s good,’ he murmured, holding her round the waist so he could control both their positions and fit them together even closer. ‘Mm … now, doesn’t that feel nice? I’m right in you now.’
Nice? Nice? It was heavenly. He was deep, pressing on all sorts of sneaky little nerve endings as he imposed his shape on hers, creating a snug space for himself inside her body. And it became even nicer when, satisfied with his depth, he reached around her belly and cupped her sex from the front. One long, clever finger wiggled its way through her bush, probed between her sex lips and settled squarely on her clit.
‘Oh … oh God,’ she cried at the sharp-sweet quality of the pleasure. Captivated by their joshing and by-play, she hadn’t realised quite how aroused and agonisingly needy she’d become. One touch of John’s finger at her centre and she was right back on the precipice of coming again.
‘It is nice, isn’t it?’ The finger circled, but not too far, staying on point.
Lizzie made a strangled sound, starting to thrash and work herself. Just a little more, a little more …
‘Answer me. Tell me if that’s good.’ His voice was dark, deep, thrillingly husky. In this most vanilla of positions he was still her all-powerful dominant.
‘Yes … Yes … It’s good. It’s so good.’ She moaned, long and brokenly, when the pressure on her clit suddenly increased, the rub firmer, the pattern of circling more complicated. ‘Oh! Oh hell … John!’
She came, her body clenching and gripping him, her clitoris leaping in a pulsing dance beneath his fingertip. Arching and rocking, she rode the pleasure while John’s grip was unyielding, his free hand sliding between her hip and the mattress, holding her in place, keeping her steady.
‘Stay still, beautiful girl.’
It was impossible. She was still coming, her body filled with wild energy. She tried, though, half failing, half obeying, shrieking when he assaulted her clit anew with clever, wicked and loving manipulation.
Tears of bliss dripped from her eyes, running sideways onto the pillow. She clasped one hand between her legs, over his, and with the other grabbed at his thigh, holding on tight, fingers digging into the firm, flexing muscles.
Holding her, he pushed in further, seeming to reach places that were impossible, almost part of her soul.
The crisis went on, everything dynamic. Lizzie laughed through the pleasure, mocking everything she’d read, and perceived, about spoons being a gentle and passive position. This was as wild, somehow, as anything they’d done, and yet in reality they were hardly moving. The tiniest action, and reaction, was enormous in sensation.
‘Yes! Yes!’ John shoved harder. Lizzie seemed to
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