Eliza was tight and hot and soft and wet. Everything a man dreamed of. Everything a woman was meant to be.
He found the tempo that had her pussy milking him. Found the angle that rubbed his pubic bone against her swollen clit. And soon they were both panting.
“Fisher!” Her fingers clung to the divot in his back where his muscles bracketed his spine. “Yes.”
There was that word again.
Favorite word in the English language.
He could feel the tension in his balls, his ejaculate begging for release. But Eliza wasn’t ready. The two orgasms she’d already had meant he’d need to work for this one.
Releasing her mouth, he ducked his head to suck her breasts, rolling her nipples with his tongue, reveling in the way her core tightened.
Pressing up on his arms, he looked down to the place they were joined. Saw the way her juices glistened on his dick when he pulled out. Took great pleasure in the way his balls slapped her ass on each downstroke.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he breathed, fixing his mouth to her throat so he could feel the hammer of her pulse against his tongue.
“I want to feel you cum in me, Fish,” she panted. “I want you to fill me up.”
Fuck me, he thought. Hearing classy, elegant Eliza talk dirtydidthings to him.
He lengthened his strokes. Strengthened his thrusts. And that did it because she went from panting to mewling. She went from running her hands across his nipples and down his abs to gripping his shoulders desperately as her legs clamped around his waist.
“Come on, darlin’,” he gritted into her ear. “Fight for it and it’ll happen.”
Their sweat-slick bodies worked desperately, each giving and receiving pleasure. And it was everything he had ever wanted—only more.
Her hips went wild, humping like crazy, grinding desperately.
He could feel the strength of what was building inside her. Hear the harsh sound of her breath. Smell her growing arousal perfuming the air around them.
She was driving herself to the brink and taking him with her. And when he went he knew his was going to be blown to dust, reduced to atoms. When he went it was going to be unlike anything he’d experienced before.
“Fisher!” Her cry was one of frustration.
He knew what to do.
Snaking a hand between their bodies, he found her hard little clit and pressed it with his thumb, worked it in a delicate circle.
Her hands fell from his shoulders to gather up the sheets at her sides. He pulled back slightly to check her progress and saw her whole body was pink and her nipples were so hard they looked like little stones.
She chantedyesover and over, her head thrashing against the pillow, her lashes fluttering frantically. Then it hit.
Her sweet pussy grabbed his dick so hard he thought he’d lose the condom on his retreat. And when he slammed back into her, he felt each hard spasm that rippled through her sheath.
She didn’t scream his name this time. It sort of sighed out of her as her body convulsed around his. And that’s when his own release found him.
He gritted her name between his teeth as he drove home one final time, pouring himself into her. Endless jets of ejaculate ripped up from his balls to explode from his pulsing dick.
It was heaven.
It was hell.
It was a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
And it seemed to last forever. Just when he thought he was finished, her womanhood would ripple around him and another spurt of semen erupted from the tender head of his cock. But eventually,finally, they lay still. And the rasp of their ragged breathing was the only sound that filled the room.
If that’s not makin’ love,he thought when his synapses started firing again,then it’s the closest I’ll ever get.
