Being with Chloe like this is like riding my motorcycle. Easy, free, the flight and the wind and the speed so intoxicating that everything else seems irrelevant.
My pulse thunders as I watch her kneel on the carpet so she can get a better angle on my erection. She flicks the tip of her tongue against the underside of my head, softening and flattening her tongue as she lavishes attention on my dick.
She strokes my sac, fingering the tight seam between them in the way that makes the air fly from my lungs. My legs are tight and loose at the same time, the tension in my sac drawing my balls tight as she finally takes my whole cock into her mouth.
She hums along my length, then uses one hand to add friction and pressure to the licks and kisses.
Sucking me in deep, she pauses to peek up at me, and my heart nearly shatters at how gorgeous she is. Her nipples are so hard, and the one that popped past the fabric of the tank before now knows the escape route, and it slips out again, begging for attention.
I reach down and twist the erect bud between my fingers, saying a silent prayer of thanks that she has such sensitive nipples. When I’m super close to coming, I shift my hips slightly and grab her hands.
“Get on,” I demand. “Ride me, baby.”
She leaves the tank top on but shimmies out of her panties. She looks at me, her lids heavy, her lips parted, and steps close enough to the couch that with the slightest bend of her knees, she’ll be able to line up her pussy directly over my cock.
“Chloe,” I growl. “What are you doing?”
“I have ideas,” she says thoughtfully.
“You haven’t had an idea yet that I didn’t love.”
She reaches over to my hand and moves it so my fingers are on my dick. “Hold, please,” she says playfully. “I’ll be right back.”
I fist my dick and stroke it lightly to keep it hard, but unless she’s gone for several minutes, I’m in no danger of losing my arousal. I watch her bare ass cheeks peek from beneath my tank as she trots into her bedroom. She’s back in seconds, holding something behind her back.
“Franco,” she says, a glimmer in her eye, “say hello to my now ex-boyfriend. We probably will keep, like, a friends-with-benefits situation, but for the most part, you’re his replacement.”
What she’s holding in her hands sends a thrill of excitement through my body. At the same time, I’m curious and intrigued. “Hello, little man,” I say, my voice husky with need. “You can go fuck yourself because Chloe’s got me for that now.”
She fiddles with the buttons on the matte purple silicone, and it starts to buzz softly as it vibrates on a low setting.
“This is for both of us.”
I raise an eyebrow.
She stands in front of me and sticks the tip of the purple dick in her mouth. Okay, fuck. That’s hot. Her eyes flutter closed, and she licks the toy, but not in a demonstrative way. This is utilitarian. She wets it with her mouth and then widens her legs and moves the toy beneath the hem of my tank. She holds up the hem so I can see her run the wet tip of the vibrator along her clit. She focuses her efforts and drops the hem so I can’t see everything she’s doing, but I can tell by the way her lips part and her eyelids struggle to stay open that she’s pleasuring herself.
“I thought you said I put that asshole out of business,” I grumble, but I’m definitely enjoying the show.
She smiles and pulls the thing away from her body, then kneels above my lap and lowers herself onto my dick. I slide deep in a single, slow, agonizingly blissful thrust. She’s drenched and tight, and the pressure is so good, I want to claw at her ass and blast her name from my throat. But her mouth is over mine, and she’s kissing and nipping at my lips, so I follow her lead. We kiss while I’m deep inside her, my fingers twisting her erect nipples until she’s panting for release.
She’s still got the toy in her hand, but now she pulls back from the kiss and centers the tip of the thing as close to her clit as she can get it. She leans forward, all of her weight against my chest, and works her hips so that she’s riding my dick while the vibrator works its magic against her clit. It’s between us, and I’m literally her fuck chair, which suits me just fine. I can feel the gentle vibrations of her toy through my abdomen, and while it’s not exactly adding to my pleasure, it’s making my girl so hot and so demanding, she ramps up her thrusts faster and harder. Her stunning thighs are working, every muscle tight as she writhes on my cock, and that makes me greedy for more.
I want her to watch her work her pleasure out against me forever. All night. Every day. As many times as she’ll have me. But something that feels this good won’t last forever. Fuck, it can’t even last all night. The way she’s moaning and whimpering, horny and hot and working herself into a frenzy on my cock, I’m going to blow before she does if she doesn’t come soon.
I add a little fuel to her fire by curving my back so I can draw a nipple into my mouth. She widens her eyes at my interruption to her flow, but once she realizes I’m trying to help, her mouth makes a little O-shape, and she lowers her chest so I can draw a thick nipple all the way into my mouth. I grip her whole breast with a hand, working her bud into my mouth and sucking, slurping, taking out all my passion and fear and need on that poor bit of pink flesh. With my other hand, I smack as much of her ass cheek as I can, the satisfying contact not too hard, but enough to earn another gasp of pleasure from her.
She’s ratcheting up the speed on the toy, and then I really feel everything. The way her inner walls tighten as she reaches her pinnacle. The way she floods my cock with her juices as she comes. The way her hands and legs and chest go weak and slump against me as she lets the climax rock her body head to toe. She screams my name, not a ladylike little murmur, but a full-throated, “Fuck, Franco!” and I realize I’ve never heard my sweet Chloe drop an f-bomb before.
As soon as she’s coming, I let myself go, stop holding back my pleasure. Just as she is trembling through her orgasm, I’m coming inside her, hotter and harder than I think I’ve ever come. Burst after burst of absolute ecstasy comes over me, and my eyes are shut, my mouth open, and I’m grunting my baby’s name.
“Fuck,” I moan.
Like a rocket blasting through space and then gently drifting back to earth, I come back to myself in a slow, satisfied drift, smelling her, feeling her everywhere. On my lap, against my chest. Loose strands of her hair have caught in my mouth, and I can smell the potent scents of our sex in the air around us. I’m weak and damp and happy and drained.
I don’t bother pulling out, and she stays collapsed against me, breathless and with a sheen of sweat coating her skin.
She’s still gripping the vibrator in her hands, his dull buzz-buzz sound reminding me we’re not entirely alone. I take the toy from her hands and fumble with it until the vibrating ceases. He’s sticky with her juices, and as much as I want to taste her, I don’t think I’m ready to stick a fake cock in my mouth. Someday. With her, I’d try just about anything.
