“Rafferty,” she whined.
“Save it, Lex. Not gonna watch you touch yourself when I’d much rather come inside your sweet, tight pussy. Bonus, you’re gonna ride me, and I get to watch you.”
A moment before I eased her down onto my cock, I thought better of it. Instead, I shifted my hands to her waist, eased my body further down the bed, and pulled her up to my face.
“What are you doing Rafferty?” she asked, putting her hands on the metal headboard.
“Feasting,” I said, and brought her pussy to my lips.
She looked down her body at me. “This is…”
I ran my hands along her thighs, feeling the tension as she kept her weight on her knees.
After a quick drag of my tongue through her salty, sweetness, I said, “Sit on my face, Lex. I won’t tell you twice.”
It took a beat, but she relaxed and gently dropped down.
I licked and laved at her. She moaned. I reached up and kneaded one of her breasts.
“Raff,” she breathed.
Her hips jerked when I sucked on her clit. I increased my suction, which got me a keening cry. The sound of her nearly made me smile, but I stayed focused. Eating her out was the best, better than with anyone else.
Her hips were moving and she was riding my face outright. I grabbed her hips again and moved her down my body.
“Hey! Things were just getting good,” she complained.
I grinned up at her. “Yeah, and they’re gonna get much fucking better.”
She smirked at me. “I don’t know, that could have been the most epic orgasm.”
I lined my cock up with her pussy, she sank down while I raised my hips to thrust. She gasped, but the heated look in her hazel eyes told me she liked what we were doing.
“Ride me,” I breathed. “Hard.”
She leaned forward to grab hold of my shoulders, then did as told. I reveled in watching the show that was Alexandra. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, but didn’t obscure her breasts. I held on to her hips to help her maintain her rhythm.
“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” I whispered.
She shot me a look, and through her labored breathing, she said, “Not really.”
That went through me like a jolt.
With all my might, I twisted like a corkscrew so she was on her back in the bed. I halted on an inward thrust. “What did you say?”
“I’m not gorgeous.”
I grabbed her hands, putting them at the sides of her head, then leaned my weight into them. Her eyes locked with mine. “You fuckin’ are. Nothing more beautiful than watching you ride me, baby. Don't know how you can think that, but I’m gonna fuck it out of you if it’s the last thing I do.”
She raised her legs, and I withdrew only to slam back into her.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
I repeated the motion over and over. My balls grew tight. Time was of the essence. I let go of one of her hands, reached down, rubbed her clit, and only when I felt the spasm of her pussy, did I let myself come, too.
It took effort to keep from collapsing on top of her. I grabbed her hips and rolled us to our sides without losing contact with her, though that would happen soon enough.
“You good?” I asked.
