His hands are at my waist, undoing my high waisted jeans and tugging them down to reveal the black cotton panties of mine. I finally break free from the kiss to look down and watch him as he continues to undress me.
A pang of guilt or unease moves through me as I stare at the plain jane panties I often wear. For his part, Emanuel doesn’t seem to mind as he works until we are both stripped naked of all of our clothing. He bends low, going to the black nightstand at the side of his bed, pulling out a brand new pack of condoms. He tears one of them open with his teeth and quickly sheaths himself.
“I want to watch you as you ride my cock,” he says, positioning both of our bodies on his bed.
He moves underneath me and I am left to straddle his hips.
I shouldn’t be as clueless and embarrassed as I am. This isn’t the first time Emanuel and I have been together like this. But this is the first time I am on top, and I’m unsure of myself.
He must be aware of this because he begins giving me instructions.
“Take me into your hand.”
I wrap my hand around his still erect cock. I silently wonder how the hell he’s still erect after having one orgasm already but I try not to get too distracted from the task before me.
“Lift your hips … that’s it. Now slide down onto my cock.” His voice is tight and rigid, as if he is fighting to maintain control. I can hear the need and want in his body. That alone has my nipples pebbling and aching
“Oh god!” I let out as I slide down onto him. I feel him stretching me as this part of my body gets reacquainted with his size and girth. “Emanuel,” I say his name on a plea.
“You feel so good, baby,” he breathes out through clenched teeth. “Ride that shit for me, butterfly.”
I raise my hips and then come back down on him while holding him by the wrists as his hands grip my waist.
“Pinch your nipples. I can see they want some attention,” he orders.
Lifting my hands, I do as he instructed while circling my hips, grinding on his shaft. My head lolls backwards at the pleasure that rolls through my body. I tighten my pelvic muscles round his cock.
“Fuck, baby!” he groans.
I do it again, obviously feeling how turned on that made him. Over and over I rise and fall, and then swivel my hips on his cock, pushing both of us to higher and higher altitudes. Soon my body is begging for a release. Every part of my body feels sensitized as if a light stroke across my skin could send me reeling.
Emanuel provides just what I need when one of his hands moves from my hips to my clit, pinching it before letting it go and running circles over it with his thumb.
Tilting my head toward the ceiling, I let out a piercing scream as my orgasm tears through my body. All of the muscles in my body tighten up and clench as they are wrung out.
At some point I manage to stop screaming just so I can breathe again but Emanuel isn’t quite finished. I soon find myself on all fours while he is behind me, pressing himself into my pussy from behind. I bite down on the pillow beneath my face and beat against the bed with my fist as he begins pounding me. The bed, nightstand, and my sanity all begin to jostle about and shake.
His large hands are at my waist, pulling me onto his shaft over and over again. It doesn’t take long for my second orgasm of the night to be wrung out of my body. That orgasm is accompanied by a muffled scream since I am face down into the pillows. I feel Emanuel’s body shudder and shake behind me as he, too, experiences his second orgasm of the night.
And just when I thought he was as done as I was, he has the nerve to pull out and then use his hands to separate my asscheeks. I soon feel a wet warmth and realize it’s his tongue, circling my clitoris from behind.
“No more,” I plead, not sure I can take anymore.
“Come again for me, butterfly,” he growls. “I need you on my fucking tongue.”
My heartbeat begins to increase at his urging, and I feel two of his fingers sliding into me while his tongue continues to pursue his ultimate goal. And again, I find my body shuddering and ultimately, giving him what he demands. The third orgasm starts in my toes. The sensation moves up my legs, exploding in my center, and then ripples down my spine. There are sounds that emanate from my mouth, but for the life of me, I can’t make them out. I’m pretty sure it’s not an actual language that I’m speaking at the moment.
By the time I come down from my orgasm, I’ve collapsed onto the bed next to Emanuel, sweaty and panting. When I feel the tips of his fingers caress my cheek, pushing my hair out of my face, a shaky smile touches my lips.
“You were loud tonight,” he says, sounding impressed, causing me to giggle.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not ever.”
Chapter Sixteen
Janine
