I tip my head back as he looks down at me. "You're perfect for me, Oak."
He groans as I hook my ankles around his back and my pussy clenches around his cock.
Slowly, maddeningly slowly, he pulls back halfway before taking the same pace to slide back inside.
Every time he withdraws I move my hips to meet him halfway. I try to get him to fasten the pace but he's in control. He's always in control. His hand grips around my waist to slow my movements as he makes me feel each delicious inch of him. With as much sex as we've had I'm still not used to his size and girth. And with this slow pace I can feel how big he is, and how tight I am, more.
Who ever knew slow missionary sex can be so mind blowing and transcending?
When he's buried deep inside me he swiftly flips our positions to where I'm on top and he's on his back. One of his hands stays gripped on my hip to control my movements while his other hand finds my clit. As his thumb presses against my clit I throw my head back and moan.
Then, slowly, I rise and circle my hips as I come back down. He groans and I can feel his cock grow thicker inside me.
We continue our slow pleasurable rhythm. His thumb continuously circles my clit and I can feel the pressure building back up inside of me.
"I love how you make me feel," I confess in a sultry tone.
His hand squeezes my hip as I lower myself back down on him. Surprising me, he then raises himself up to where he's seated beneath me. My breasts rub against his bare chest as his arms wrap around me.
With his lips brushing against mine he asks, "How do I make you feel, baby?"
He thrusts up inside me and I moan loudly. I press an opened mouth kiss to his lips that he reciprocates.
God, I love the taste of him.
"You make me feel desirable, sexy.” I kiss him again, needing another taste of his lips. I tangle my fingers in his hair. "You make me feel complete, Oak."
He captures my lips in a dizzying kiss.
"I feel more alive with you than I ever had in my entire life," he says to me and my heart fucking soars. Framing his face I kiss the ever loving fuck out of him and he finally starts to quicken the pace.
First his thumb starts to move in fast circular motions and then he starts fucking me without abandon.
"Oak," I cry his name as the heat intensifies in my stomach and my body begs for release.
His teeth pull on my earlobe before he orders in a throaty voice, "Come for me, baby."
And I do.
I shatter above him.
Switching our positions once again Oak takes my leg and bends it to where my thigh is pressed against my chest. Then he thrusts inside of me, hitting me deeper than before, and continues thrusting inside of me at a maddening pace.
"One more time, baby. Come for me one more time," he says to me between thrusts.
I shake my head back and forth. I've just come down from one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. I don't think I can build up another one. "I don't know if I can."
His eyes flash with determination. "Yes, you can." Proving it, he starts rubbing again at my over sensitive clit while he hits my g-spot each time that he thrusts inside me.
"Oh my fucking god, Oak!"
"That's it. Chant my fucking name, baby."
And I do.
I chant his name as the familiar pressure starts building inside me.
I chant his name as his thumb applies more pressure to my clit.
