“You know,” she whispers against my skin. “We were having some very hot fun this morning before we were so rudely interrupted.”
I swallow, her teeth just grazing my Adam’s apple. “We were, but I think you’re wearing far too many clothes to pick up where we left off.”
She pulls back, grinning at me as she slowly slides off my lap. Disappointment fills me at the loss of her heat.
“You’re right,” she says, her tongue trailing over her bottom lip as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, discarding it at her feet before shoving her leggings down. She stands before me, my teenage fantasy in real life. A black lace bra hugs her tits, her hard nipples fighting against the fabric, begging to be let free. Her matching panties barely cover her pussy, and the slight way she shuffles from foot to foot indicates how turned on she is.
I take my fill of her, wanting to ingrain this image in my memory forever. She points her finger slowly up and down in front of me. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my joggers and push them down my legs, taking my boxer briefs with them, and my hard cock springs free.
The way she stares at my cock and licks her lips could damn near have me coming without her even touching me.
She reaches behind her, slowly undoing the clasps of her bra, but then holding the fabric to her front as she slides her arms out of the straps slowly. The little brat is teasing me.
“Baby, please,” I groan.
Her satisfied smile tells me she quite enjoys hearing me beg.
She drops the bra with her shirt before slipping out of her panties and slowly making her way to me. She stops in front of me, bending at the waist as she takes her time running her fingers delicately up the outsides of my thighs before she drags them up my abdomen. I force my eyes to continue to watch her, even if I want to close them and relish the feel of her touch.
“And to think, you’re all mine,” she says, satisfaction lacing her voice, sending my heart racing.
My hand wraps around her throat, not squeezing, but getting a good enough grip that I can pull her forward, mere centimetres separating our lips. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, baby. Always.”
She licks her lips, her tongue just barely grazing the edge of my lips, causing me to smile. She nods slightly, and my free hand finds the back of her knee, encouraging her to straddle my lap. I kiss her, my hand still wrapped around her throat. When she’s on my lap, she rolls her hips and my cock slips through her wet folds. I moan into her mouth, and it only encourages her to do it again. I bite her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth, releasing it and saying, “Ride me, Lise. I want to feel you wrapped around me while you moan my name.”
She bites her lip, nodding as she takes my cock in her hand, running it through her wetness before positioning it at her entrance and slowly sinking down. I had her this morning, and she’s still tight as ever. I grip her thighs, my fingers pressing in so hard that the area around my grip turns white. When I’m fully seated inside her, she kisses me, taking control of the kiss as her tongue sweeps through my mouth. My hands urge her to move, and she does, slowly lifting herself up before falling down again, both of us moaning into the kiss.
Breaking the kiss, she presses her forehead to mine, watching herself ride me, the way my cock fills her. She bites her lip, nodding slightly every time she falls down, me stretching her.
“Fuck,” she moans in a whisper.
“You were made for me, Lise. Your perfect pussy wraps around my cock like I was made to fill you.”
“Yeeessss.” She drags the word out, her head falling back as she steadies herself with hands on my shoulders. Her rhythm becomes erratic, her chest rising and falling, her mouth open as her pussy begins to tighten around me. My thumb finds her clit,gently massaging it in soft circles as I lean forward and wrap my lips around a pert nipple, flicking my tongue over it.
“Sebastian,” she pants.
“Louder, Lise. I want to hear you scream my name as you come.”
I press harder on her clit, and she yells my name, her pussy squeezing my cock. She’s right there on the edge, she just needs a little more. Keeping pressure on her clit, I scrape my teeth over her nipple before biting down on it. Her entire body tightens as her orgasm washes over her. She screams my name over and over as every fresh wave of pleasure consumes her.
My thumb doesn’t stop its movements, and my lips move to her collarbone. An innate need to mark her as mine takes over. I suck on the skin, and she falls into me, as if not wanting to break the connection. She slowly moves her hips, allowing me to hit that perfect spot inside her over and over. She tightens, another orgasm looming. My lips break their connection, and I look up at her, her expression still hazy from her first orgasm.
“Look at you, so beautiful as you ride me. Taking every inch of me like a perfect fucking girl.”
She meets my eyes, and I grin, my free hand moving to cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple.
“You really are my perfect girl, Lise. All. Fucking.Mine.” I practically growl the last word, and it sends her over the edge, her mouth opening and closing as though she’s trying to say words, but nothing is coming out. Her orgasm has me falling over the edge with her, releasing myself inside her. I come so hard, I swear I see stars.
As we come down from our highs, she falls into me, and I instinctively wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I feel our breathing sync, and then our heart beats, and she pulls back, a soft smile on her lips.
My fingers thread through her hair as I lean in and kiss her softly. The kiss turns into soft pecks on her lips and whispered I love you’s. She eventually slowly rises onto her knees, my cock slipping out of her, a trail of my cum following. My fingers gather it and push it back inside her, a primal instinct taking over.
“It looks much better inside your cunt,” I growl.
Her eyes widen as she watches, and I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. She’s slick with the mixture of both of our releases. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, and I slowly bring her to one more climax, this one more subtle than the last ones, but leaving her boneless in my arms.
I carry her to the shower before helping her wash up and climbing into bed, knowing I’ll never be able to sleep alone in this bed again.
