Anika gasps, her eyes flying open as she feels me growing hard for her. Then she grinds against me, rubbing her greedy little slit forward and back over my length as she coaxes me along.
It’s agony not to touch her, not to knead her firm ass in my hands, to palm her breasts and tease her nipples into hardened points.
Though she seems to be aroused enough, they don’t need my help. Two hard pebbles press against my chest, making blood rush to my cock as it throbs and thickens.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Anika murmurs against my lips.
“Keep kissing me like that, and you’ll get your wish,” I promise.
Her mouth comes crashing down on mine, her hands gripping the nape of my neck as she kisses me with a strength and intensity that belies her petite size.
I knew Anika had a wildcat hidden somewhere inside her, but it would seem that, when she’s on top, she’s finally ready to unleash it. And god but I love her fire.
She reaches between us to grasp my rock-hard length, and lifting her hips, she guides my tip to her hot, wet entrance.
Then slowly, she sinks down onto it.
Anika moans, the sound like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, and my pulse thunders as the euphoria of being buried inside her momentarily blinds me.
She rocks on top of me, her clit grinding against the base of my cock as she keeps me buried inside her.
Then, slowly, she shifts her movement, rolling so I slide out, then back into her tight depths.
“Take me for a ride,topolina,” I purr. “I want to feel that perfect little pussy come all over my cock.”
Anika’s palms find the flat of my chest, and she pushes me back onto the bed.
Then she braces against my pecs as she really starts to move.
I can tell she’s turned on by the way her thighs quiver, her hips jerking against me as she loses herself to the pleasure.
“Oh god, Miko,” she whimpers, her fingers curling until her nails bite softly into my skin.
The euphoria in her expression is sheer perfection, and I watch in awe as she brings herself to climax.
Her walls ripple along my length, milking me as she comes, and Anika’s movements slow, nearly stopping as the waves of pleasure crest inside her.
Her breaths are shallow and fast as her eyes slide lazily open, and she smiles down at me with a look of sultry contentment.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you take charge?” I ask, my voice gruff with desire.
Anika hums, her fingers splaying across my chest as she dips low to brush a soft kiss across my lips.
Then, without moving from her seat on my aching erection, she reaches for my right hand and tugs the silk belt loose.
My fingers tingle as the blood rushes back to them, and I flex my hand to help the sensation return more quickly.
She does the same with my left hand, and I watch her carefully now that the game’s changed.
But clearly, Anika has something in mind, and she smiles at me demurely as she takes my hands and guides them to rest against her hips.
“Hold me?” she suggests, keeping her hands on top of mine as she slowly starts to roll her hips again.
Christ, this woman is going to be the end of me.
But for her, I would do anything.
My palms tingle with the electricity that dances between them and her skin, and I grip her tighter, supporting her weight as I follow her movement. Then, gradually, I start to rock my own hips up to meet her.
