I lined my cock up with her mouth, pushing the tip in slow and steady. She’d only given me a blow job once before, and it was way too long ago for my likening. Her lips wrapped around the head, causing me to groan out.
Her mouth was warm. Perfect.
Slowly, she used her mouth to take more of me in. Inch by inch, I went further into her warmth. Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock, hitting the nerves there.
“Avidya,” I grunted out her name, pulling out of her mouth. If she kept that up, it wasn’t going to take long for me to spill my load down her welcoming throat.
She looked up at me from under her eyelashes, a pleased smile plastered to her lips.
“You’re a fast learner,” I commented, willing myself to calm down.
“You’re a good teacher,” she countered, proud of that little fact.
“But the more pressing question,” I drawled out, stepping around her so she was in front of me, still kneeling and panting. “How should I take you?”
I took a hold of her hair in my fist, gently pulling her head back so she was forced to look up at the ceiling. I thought about having her confirm the color code that was set up but decided against it. She knew the words; knew what I was and what I wanted without words having to be spoken.
“However you want,” she whispered, her eyes sliding closed on their own accord.
“Over the back of the couch,” I demanded, letting go of her hair at the same moment.
With a small stumble, she was standing and walking to the couch. I followed closely behind. Once she was facing the back of the couch, both hands gripping the back, I helped position her body to the way I desired.
Her front was firmly pressed against the top of the couch, her ass sticking out and head hanging down towards the seat. Her blonde hair was crazy, and her ass was doing things to me that no one else was ever able to do.
“I once said I’d fuck you in every room of this house,” I said, using one hand to massage her butt and one hand on the middle of her back to hold her in place. “And now is the perfect time to start doing just that.”
“Please,” she spoke, pushing her ass against my hand, seeking more from me.
“What is it that you want, Avidya?” I asked, using my finger to lightly brush her wet folds. She was soaking and ready for me.
“You,” she moaned out.
“How?” I asked, letting my finger slowly enter into her.
Still so fucking tight.
The small bit of pleasure I was giving her made her lose her train of thought, just like I knew it would.
“Gentle?” I asked, sliding another finger into her warm center. “Or hard?” I pushed against her g-spot, making her buck against my hand with a moan.
“Hard,” she panted, her voice low and needy.
Perfect.
“Hard it is,” I said.
Withdrawing my fingers, I lined up my cock and teased her entrance. She tried to push back against me, her wetness coating my cock easily. I held her in place, my hand still firmly on her back.
I gave her no warning as I quickly, but gently, pushed my cock fully into her core. She clenched around me as a long, loud moan escaped from her parted lips. I stilled, letting her have time to tell me to stop if it was too much. But all she did was push against me, spurring me on.
Taking that as a cue, I began to push into her over and over. My hips pinned her to the couch making her unable to move. Her moans and pants increased as I sped up on every thrust. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer as I felt my balls tighten, ready to explode at any moment.
“Fuck,” I hissed, trying to hold off my orgasm.
I felt Avidya’s walls tighten around me, knowing she was close, too. God, this was not going to last as long as I’d have liked.
“Cum for me, my girl,” I grunted out, willing her to finish before I came.
