She climbs atop me, mounting me. My hands go to her hips, squeeze eager handfuls of her. She sits up, gliding her soaked folds up and down my cock. When my tip pushes against her entrance, she gasps, clinging to the back of my neck.
She leans up again.
“Are you tuh-teasing me?” I snarl.
She smiles, confident and beautiful. Leans down and kisses my tip with her hot entrance.
She’s in charge now. All I can do is hold on tight to her hips.
But when she teases me a third time, I can’t take it anymore. Keeping one hand on her hip, I grab my aching shaft and guide it to her entrance. She moans as I push her down and arch up at the same time.
She whimpers as my cock claims her tunnel, as she clamps tightly around me and holds on for dear fucking life. She sinks against my chest, then her breasts bounce as she rides… as shebounces up and down and owns my dick as much as I own her soppy slit.
Her moans send tingles all down my body, making my balls swell with release.
I almost lose it when I see our reflection in the TV screen. Her ass jiggles and shakes each time she leans up and then sits down. I thrust in time with her, pumping my hips, every inch of my length aching as the tight glove of her pussy squeezes me harder. With more hunger. Like every atom of her curvy, perfect body is eager for me to explode inside of her.
We try to be quiet. But that’s the only concession we make to the fact Julian is sleeping upstairs.
We don’t stop. We don’t doubt.
When she leans back and runs her hand through her hair, owning this moment, hot release pushes right against my tip. I watch her in awe as she confidently rides my cock.
My hands rest on her hips, but I don’t move her. She moves herself. She bounces up and down so fast, and hard, I’m sure any second it’s going to be over.
My resolve is going to melt away.
I need to feel her come. I need to feel her tunnel pulsing and squeezing around my cock before I let myself go.
Which means it’s probably not a good idea to lean forward and push her tits together. Bury my face in them and suck her needy nipples. She makes a muffled moaning sound that tells me this adds to her pleasure.
I keep sucking, and then gently nibble on her peaks. She sinks her fingernails into the back of my neck and rides me hard.
I love how confident she is. I love how she takes control. I love how, despite what she’s been through, she owns this damn moment. Owns me.
Finally, she collapses against me. I wrap my arms around her and start pumping my hips again, faster this time, so quick the couch protests. We’re being too loud. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. I rock my hips and arch up into her.
Her tightness clenches. A pause.
Then she’s seeping her release all down my dick. She struggles to contain her moans, her thighs shifting in time with the quick pumps of my tingling cock.
Soon she can’t move in time with me. She collapses, and I ragdoll her, fucking her hard. Her pussy makes glorious wet noises.
She leans back again once she’s done, still pulsating with the tremors of the release.
“Your… turn,” she moans. She tilts her head. “What are you looking at?”
“The—TV,” I force the words out. “Your—reflection. Fuck… your ass, Celine.Your perfect, juicy fucking ass.”
“You want my ass?” she moans.
“The way it bounces…”
She swallows, turns away.
I grip her chin. Make her face me again. “What’s wrong?” I growl.
“It’s just… my scar…”
