“Fuck!” he gasped, and bucked up into her, the sensation of her surrounding him like this more than he could have imagined. Her hair tumbled around her, and he gathered it up with one hand, holding it up so he could see her lips as she slid up, then back down, the wet from her mouth coating him.
He bucked up into her again, and she moaned, her tongue pressing against his cock, swirling. He didn’t want to hurt her, but when she didn’t protest, he slowly rocked in and out of her mouth. Each thrust in flared heat through him, the sensation rolling up his back in a wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, yes. Your mouth is so hot, it feels incredible,” he managed, and she increased the pressure, a hand snaking under his balls to hold them. Hot, wet sucking noises combined with their gasping pants as she lifted and sucked on just the head, then licked it before diving back down. The sound alone was going to kill him, never mind the heat from her tongue sliding across.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. Her free hand disappeared down, and she moaned, pressing forward into his spread legs.Hot, so fucking hot.
His balls tightened, and he held still, knowing full well the next thrust would have him shooting his load down her throat. He didn’t want to come yet, because if he did it might knock him senseless, and that would be it for the night. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her come around him, to hold her in his arms while she screamed his name.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
She eased off his cock, her hands replacing mouth the moment her lips left him, sliding wetness up and down his length. She looked up at him, a small smile on her face.
“Really? That good, huh?” she said, and he caressed her cheek with his fingers, nodding, gentle pressure on her chin to bring her to him.
“Fuck, yes, that is incredible. Now take your pants off.”
She shimmied out of her jeans the moment she stood. She was naked, standing in front of him, and all he could think about was touching her.
“Come here,” he demanded as he stood and pulled her to him, kissing her, his hands trailing down her body, hungry to feel her against him. She was perfect in his hands, soft and curvy. What they were doing felt too damned good after the long day, and he lost himself exploring her body, kissing her shoulder, her neck, back up to her lips, the tension he’d built slowly easing, giving him more time to just enjoy her without having to hold back his own orgasm.
Her hand hit his cattle prod bruise as she did the same, and he flinched, pulling him from the moment. That hurt. He was lucky it hadn’t hit his kidneys.
“Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed and removed her hand. “That still hurts?”
He didn’t want this moment to be over, but nodded, and she made a comforting sound.
“It’s okay. Just sore. I’ll survive,” he murmured as he pushed her hair over her other shoulder and kissed her neck again.
“I’ll kiss it better later,” she said.
“I want to fuck you right here on this couch, that will make it better,” he rasped. Her hands currently roaming over his ass was quickly bringing him back to the brink again.
She pushed him and he backed up, pretending to fall as he sat, his legs splayed. She followed, climbing back on top of him, her hand flying down between them. She curled her hand around his cock again, closing her fingers and sliding up and down.
“Let’s not waste time, then,” she murmured.
“Condom,” he rasped. She reached over him to the side of the couch with her other hand, a flash of foil and a naughty look.
“Prepared, were we?” he said, and shehmmed back at him as she opened the packet with her teeth.
He hissed as she touched the cold rubber to the tip, sliding the condom down, reveling in the constriction of it squeezing his dick, twitching as it made him so hard it was almost painful. She shifted, and as he opened his eyes, she was watching him with a mixture of arousal and curiosity as she lifted over top of him and slid him in all the way, all at once.
“This is what I wanted,” she growled, her whiskey-fire voice wavering.
He held her eyes as she began to move, the flush on her cheeks now all the way down her neck, onto her chest. He put his hands back on her breasts, the feel of her tight around him, pulsing and hot. He held back from grabbing hold of her and taking over, because he was enjoying her like this, on top of him, taking charge, needy in the moment.
“Don’t stop. I want you to come,” he murmured, encouraging her. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes, moving faster.
“You feel so fucking good inside me,” she gasped, her head tilted up, her hair dangling behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed as her mouth opened. He ran a hand over her neck, grasping it gently to feel the cords straining, swallowing against his palm.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and her eyes flew open. He didn’t want her to look away. It was intense, it was erotic, and he wanted to watch her shatter.
She was close, and he moved with her, opening her hips, sinking her farther onto him as they met thrust for thrust, his hand still on her neck. He circled her waist with his other arm, pulling her flush against him. He wanted her entire body on him when she came, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan as she gripped his hair in her fingers, a small shiver erupting from her core that vibrated between them.
“Jake,” she gasped and let out that wild, animal cry that drove him nuts, as her entire body shook, thrusting hard, her knees dipping into the couch with her effort. Her wide eyes were locked to his, and he knew he was going to leap over the edge with her, he couldn’t hold it back if he tried.
“Fucking let go,” he gasped as he lifted his hips one more time, emptying himself as he held her close. Her body shook as her orgasm ebbed and all the knots in his muscles melted to nothing as he, too, slid down the other side of his own.
