“Did you just call me a horse?” My brow crease deepens.
With a titter, Flo raises herself before notching the head of my cock against her opening, and we both groan. She taunts me a little, rolling her hips and clenching her pussy, until she can’t take it anymore, and she drops down. Her forehead rests against my shoulder while I’m nestled deep inside her.
“Oh, God, Flo. Holy shit.”
I’ve never fucked her from this angle, and there’s no way I’ll last long. I pop my fingers into my mouth, wet them, and begin swirling them around Flo’s clit as she starts to slide up and down my length at a torturous pace, her hands on my thighs in front of her. Her tongue pokes out to dab at her lip in concentration.
“Evan, this position… I’m so… full.”
“This really is a sight, Flo. Watching you slide up and down on my cock. Pussy struggling to take all of me. Fuck. Keep going. I know you can take it all.”
Her nails dig into my neck, our breaths mingling. The chair is making a quiet scraping noise against the floorboards with each drop of her hips, so I brace one hand against the table to stop the wood. But it feels like a waste, and within a moment, that hand is back on her body.
“How many orgasms would you like tonight?”
“What is this? Some kind of restaurant service?”
“How many orgasms, Flo?”
“Two.”
I raise a brow. “Only two? How about we make it three?” I’ve got her reaching her peak with a few more swipes of her clit. Her body spasms, but she tries her best to remain quiet, a quivering hand gently covering her mouth. “That’s one.”
“Evan,” Flo moans.
“Yes, baby?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues to rock onto me, chest trickling with beds of sweat.
With every rise and fall, she takes more of me, but it’s not enough, so I rip her slinky top from her body and wrap it around her back, holding onto both ends of the piece of fabric so it’s like a belt on her. After pulling, Flo falls against my chest. I then begin pumping, and she clings to me with a chorus of desperate moans as I thrust deep into her weeping pussy, body bouncing on top of mine.
My lips hover by her ear so that she can hear my grunts and groans. I know she loves it.
The proximity of our bodies causes friction, her clit being pinched with every plunge. And judging by her trembling bottom lip I spot when she pulls her head back, she’s close.
“That’s it. Is that going to be number two?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes,” she grits out, the walls of her pussy fluttering around me, breathing rate quickening.
I’m so close to jumping off the cliff with her, but I’ve promised her three, so three is what she’ll get.
“Are you going to miss this, Flo?” I whisper huskily into her ear. “Miss this cock? Miss this home? Missme?”
“Yes. Fuck, I’m going to miss this all so much.”
“Well, let me give you something to remember me by.” She’s in my vice-like grip now, and I throw her slinky top to the floor and press her up against the kitchen wall, pistoning into her. Her legs are wide for me.
Every pump feels better than the next, for her and for me.
“Please, Evan, Ineed—”
“What is it you need? Tell me what you need.”
“You. I just needyouto make me come. For the third time. Please.”
That’s all I need to hear before I’m using one hand to hold her up, and one to slowly circle her clit, which is a contrast to the pace I’m fucking her at. The wall behind her begins to shake, but I pay it no mind because pleasure is wrapping itself around the bottom of my spine, making it tingle. I’m so fucking close.
“Let me hear it, Flo. Your moans are my favourite sound.”
