“Yes,” she moans.
I shove my tongue between her lips and press it against hers. She feels so soft, tastes so sweet.
When I pull away she leans forward instantly, wanting to keep our connection, but I only retreat farther.
I see a flash of determination in her eyes. “You’re not getting away so easily.” She leaps onto me, wrapping her legs around my glutes, and flinging her arms around my wide back.
I slide my own hands around her and crush her to me. As we kiss, my hand grips the hair covering the nape of her neck, and I pull down so that her chin rises. I kiss the outline of her perfect jaw, then her neck, and she’s moaning the whole time.
I lick the hollow at the base of her throat, and open up the top of her blouse with one hand—she left the buttons open. I slide my tongue along her clavicle before releasing her hair and returning my mouth to hers.
While our lips are locked, my hand travels down… she loosens her grip on my upper body, leaning back to give me room, and I slip my palm into her bra. My fingers caress her nipple, which is already hard as a rock. I pinch it and it becomes even harder if that’s possible. A needy moan escapes her lips.
“Fuuuck,” she says.
I pull away from our kiss. “Have you ever had a nipple orgasm?” I taunt her.
“I think I just did,” she replies.
I nearly cum in my pants from those words alone. I hold back, and instead feel the precum gathering at the tip of my cock, so that as my manhood continues to pulse, shifting against my too-tight underwear, the entire head feels wet.
I swivel toward the bed and throw her onto it. She gazes up at me, the lust thickly hooding her eyes.
I lay on top of her and pin her wrists above her with one hand. I give her a good, long kiss, and then I release her arms to move lower. I rip down her bra and I concentrate on her nipples in turn, coating them in saliva, biting and pinching them.
I lift up the hem of her blouse and she raises her arms, helping me slide it off. I gaze at the necklace she gave me so long ago, yet hanging from her throat. My eyes linger for only a moment, as she quickly unbuttons her bra. I’m already moving down to her hips.
Her legs hang over the edge of the bed. I unbutton her jeans, lowering them to her knees. I purposely leave her pants there, letting the fabric pin her legs in place. Then I return my attention to her panties. There’s a big damp spot in the middle.
I reach inside the gap between her belly and the hem of her panties, and she gasps when I massage her pussy. I think she had an organism already—she’s wet as fuck.
She’s squirming as I continue to massage. I stroke her clit at the same time with my thumb. When I slip a finger inside her, my cock jerks and I feel more precum spill out—she’s so warm, so lubricated. So ready for me. She shudders a moment later and I know she’s orgasmed again.
She’s panting rapidly as I slide her underwear down, revealing her beautiful mound. I secure her panties above her knees next to the jeans, further pinning her legs, then I maneuver on top of her again and give her a good, long kiss. My cock pulses desperately against her bare pussy, trying to break through my underwear and sweatpants to tear into the sweet, sweet passage that awaits.
“Mmmm,” Angela says, rocking her hips against mine.
I shift to the side, so that my cock is pressed into her thigh, and, keeping my lips planted on hers, I reach down and shove my index finger inside her. I move it in and out, careful not to break the thin skin of her virginity.
When she groans, I bite her lower lip as I pull away, finally releasing her.
“You like that?” I swirl my thumb over her clit as I continue to finger fuck her.
But she can’t answer, just squirms underneath me. Finally her back arches and she squeezes her hands into fists, balling up the comforter.
“I could watch you cum all fucking day,” I tell her.
I remove my finger and suck the juices away. “You taste so incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
She’s panting, trying to catch her breath, but I’m not through having my way with her just yet. Her big green eyes beg me to fuck her, but I only smile slyly in return.
I descend, kissing my way along her chest, to her mound. I lick her pussy, spelling out her name with my tongue. Then I suck her clit and she stiffens, panting loudly. I concentrate on her cleft, sliding my tongue in and out, while with my hand I massage her pussy lips.
I reach up with my free hand and knead her breast. I pinch her nipple, massage her areola.
She intwines her fingers in my hair.
“Massimo Massimo Massimo,” she pants softly. She’s trying to keep quiet, as if she’s afraid we’re going to get in trouble if we’re caught doing this. That turns me on all the more.
