She bucks and writhes, and her body convulses.
I lick her, slow and steady, dragging her orgasm out as long as I can.
"Fuck," she moans.
The sound echoes in the room.
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
Slowly, she relaxes back against the bed. Her chest heaves.
I give her a final gentle kiss, and her hips buck as she gasps.
Too sensitive.
I've done my job.
"Elena," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
She lets out a satisfied moan.
My smile widens.
It was good.
But we're not done.
Not by a long shot.
Elena is spread before me, her legs splayed obscenely, her breasts heaving. Her hair is spread across the pillows.
A beautiful goddess, and I can't resist the sight of her.
My cock is still throbbing, painfully hard.
I need her. I need to bury myself inside her tight pussy.
I slide up her body and take her mouth with mine.
She sighs and pulls me up until my body is stretched over hers.
I'm still fully dressed, and she's nearly naked, vulnerable.
Elena must realize it too because she start unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders.
I can't stand it.
I can't wait any longer.
Once my shirt is off, she gets to work on my belt. I sit back to give her room to work, kneeling between her legs. She looks up at me, her eyes dark with desire.
She pushes my pants and boxers down.
My cock springs free.
She bites her lip and lets out a moan.
The smug smile is halfway across my face when she wraps her hand around me.
