“Why are you asking me this?”
His face was poised at the apex of her thighs. A surreptitious flick of his tongue had her melting into the floor. He lifted his head. “Because I thought if youhadand were interested in doing it again, it might be a way for you to assume control. Teach me, boss me around. Tell me what to do, how to fuck your ass until you’re a screaming mess.”
Well, holy shit!
She gaped at him. “Really?”
His tongue flicked out again, and the caterpillars kissed as he closed his eyes. “Mhmm.”
“I … I’d love to.”
“Good,” he murmured. “I don’t know much about it, besides what I’ve seen from porn, but what I do know is that I’m supposed to get you good and turned on.”
Krista nodded. “Yeah … ”
“And then what?” A finger slipped into her folds and began stroking her inner walls. She clenched around him. “Let me know when you want another finger.” He dipped his head back down and went to work with his tongue and mouth. Delightful circles and velvety licks had her thrusting into his face, panting and moaning and all but begging for another finger.
Their eyes locked for a brief second, and she nodded. She was ready, so very, very ready.
“Do we need lube?” he asked.
“I-if you’ve got it,” she said through shallow breaths.
He grunted at the same time as the sound of a cap flicking open.
Krista chuckled. “You just so happened to have some?”
His big, wily smile made her heart soar. “A man’s allowed to hope. Iwasa Boy Scout. Always be prepared.”
She chuckled and then gasped as cool liquid silk dripped down between her cheeks.
“Do you want to be on top?” he asked. “In control and with all the power?”
Krista’s grinned matched his. He really was trying to relinquish control. “Yes. That way you can play with my tits and stroke my clit.”
The fire danced lambent in his eyes as he sat up. “You’re the boss.”
She snorted. “Damn right I am.”
A low and carnal chuckle shook his body as they traded places and he reclined down into the nest of blankets. “At least for the moment.”
She straddled him and, without waiting, sank down, taking him into her pussy in one hard and fast push. They both let out involuntary moans, and his hands came up to knead her breasts and tweak her hard, needy nipples.
She rode him slowly, long, languid, leisurely glides of his body disappearing into hers, stroking searing hot across her slick and sensitive channel. Her head tilted up and her eyes shut as she enjoyed feeling the big, gorgeous man inside her. Skin to skin, flesh in flesh. He cupped her breasts and relieved some of the strain of their weight. They’d grown again in the last few weeks, and when she went braless, they were a tad painful. He tugged on the nipples and twisted until a sharp cry broke past her lips.
Lost in the moment, in the feel of Brock, Krista’s eyes flashed open when his fingers trailed down her body and wrapped around her hips, pushing her cheeks apart in search of her tight hole. He was watching her. Those green eyes glowed near gold in the flickering flames. His breath was ragged. His nostrils flared with each lift of his powerful hips, and with each lift, his pelvic bone grazed her clit. She was seconds from orgasm.
“Now?” he asked, the strain she felt in her own body equally evident in his tone.
She nodded, rising up on her knees and pulling him from her. He grabbed his shaft and held it firm. With her free hand, she grabbed the bottle of lube next to her leg and quickly squirted some on to his length, moving it around the soft, shiny crown with the tip of her finger.
A groan escaped him, and suddenly she ached to take him in her mouth. But they were on a different mission tonight. That desire would have to wait untiltomorrow. Tossing the lube to the side, she lifted up again, making sure he was in position.
Gently, ever so slowly, Krista lowered her body. Her breathing relaxed as she pushed out again with her muscles. He entered her, and then there was that initial slight pinch of pain. It’d been a while since she’d indulged in such deplorable decadence, so the snap of pain was expected. She shut her eyes and pushed past the discomfort.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with the effort of having to hold off his orgasm.
Despite the moment, a chuckle bubbled up in Krista’s chest. Of the two of them, he was in far more discomfort than she was, she was sure of it. “I should be askingyouthat. You about ready to explode?”
