I roll my lips, the last thread of my control gone. Sitting forward as she pushes her legs out behind her, pulling herself to her knees and planting herself between my legs. My eyes lock on hers, and I swear more is said in that one look than any words ever spoken between us.
The connection that we have between us is charged; there is no way she doesn’t feel this.
Just as I lean in, she stands, spinning into me and dropping to my lap, her back to my front. She grasps my hands and places them on her thighs as she rolls her hips to the music. It’s all the control she gets before I take over, grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard. She moans, dropping her head to the side, giving me access to her neck.
She smells fucking edible.
I lick and suck down her throat as she writhes on my cock, finding the friction she needs.
“Mase,” she whimpers.
I want to reach between us, free myself from my boxers and slide straight into her, but that would end this all too soon. Instead, I lift her, making her squeal.
“Shit, Mase!”
“Stand,” I groan as I take hold of her calves, holding her legs strong on the arms of the chair. Once I know she has her balance, I slide down to the floor, keeping my head tilted back against the seat. “Turn around and put your knees where your feet are. Sit on my face, angel.”
She does as I ask, lowering herself on shaky legs until her pussy is hovering above me. I dart my tongue out, licking my lips.
I need to taste her.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, running my nose along the lace.
“Mase, please. I…”
The sound of her underwear being torn from her hips cuts her off. I don’t give her a chance to complain, burying my face in her heat.
She drops deeper onto me.
“Oh my god.”
She coats my lips. My chin. Yeah, my girl is wet for me. Grabbing her hips in a tight grip, I pull her on to me, urging her to work herself on my mouth. And she doesn’t shy away, rocking herself above me as I suck and fuck her with my tongue.
The second I feel her tense I pull away, lifting her as I stand. I pull her back to my front and sit us as we were before, although this time I impale her on my cock before the backs of my thighs can hit the leather.
“Fuck!” we both moan in unison.
I pull her mouth to mine, kissing her over her shoulder as she begins to ride me. I let her have a few minutes of her torturously slow pace before I take over, my mouth losing hers as I take her hips and start to work her on me, meeting her ass with my thighs on every pump of my hips.
“Ughhh, Massseee!” she shouts, dropping her head to my shoulder.
I watch as her tits bounce, begging to be sucked. Pushing down the cups of her bra, I pinch the puckered tips between my fingers, twisting as I tease them.
My vision starts to blur, and I blink rapidly, praying I can hold off. This can’t end. Knowing I can’t hold off, I wrap my arm around her front, cupping her at the pelvis and giving her the friction she needs. My other hand finds the back of her neck, and then I let her have it, anchoring her in place as I ruthlessly pound into her.
She comes around my cock at the same time I explode inside her, my teeth sinking into the flesh at her shoulder as my body trembles with my release.
She sits dazed on my lap, her chest rising and falling just as rapidly as my own. I pull her against my chest, sitting us back in the seat, my cock still throbbing inside her as I try to find the words.
“Nina,” I mutter, kissing her temple.
“Shh.” She turns into me. “Take me to bed.”
“What was your mum called?” she asks, her body sprawled out over me.
We came to bed hours ago but are yet to go to sleep—hours of getting lost in each other’s bodies and easy conversation.
“Ellis. Ellis Marie Lowell,” I tell her, watching as goosebumps coat her skin under my fingertips.
