Her impatient whine does little to encourage me to move. I’m trying not to blow my load, trying to memorize her, and trying not to fall in love at the same time. If she only knew.
The skin on her thighs rubs against me seductively, sending shivers down my spine. She pushes against the seat, moving slowly and grinding against me to get things started.
“Shit, Iz.”
The intensity of everything is overwhelming. Regardless, my palms move to her hips. My fingers wrap around to control the pace and pressure as I begin to slowly move. The angle is incredible. The curve of my cock drags across her walls and coats me with wetness. My thrusts are slow, appreciating the view of her, the feel of her warm pussy, and this near out-of-body experience.
“This perfect body. This perfect hole. Those fucking lips. I could fuck you like this forever.”
It’s a lie.
I couldn’t.
Even if I want to.
I’m struggling to hold back and hold off to make this perfect for both of us. My bike remains motionless, secured with our combined weight, the sturdy kickstand, and my feet planted firmly on each side. My hips rock forward, sending me deep, eliciting a gasp and roll back, allowing her to breathe.
I’m transfixed.
The rhythm is too good yet allows for the perfect climb toward both our orgasms. It’s steady and building, increasing in pace until she’s fucking me back harder than I am her.
“Then fuck me forever, Diego. Ever and ever and ever.”
She’s so far gone.
Her eyes blur in bliss.
Her stomach hollows and pushes her tits toward the sky. Elongating her body to draw me out, then slamming down on my cock. I don’t know who’s fucking who, but the combination is deadly to my balls, smashing them against my seat while causing them to tingle with held cum. It’s beautiful to watch and almost painful to experience. Her soaking wet walls clinch and her back arches from the tank.
Her mouth falls into an intense “oh.” Her entire body is tight. Her hands fly out to lock onto my wrists.
“Right there.”
My fingers reflectively clench.
My dick shoves harder and faster, chasing her orgasm to the end of the cliff and watching her body and face fall into ecstasy. Her pussy strangles my cock, an unimaginable feeling washing over me.
She’s boneless, falling back against the bike. Her eyes close, and she rides out the rough thrusting of my cock. I keep my stroking the same until I’m sure she’s done and her hands have fallen over the side of her body.
When I lean forward, clutching the handlebars and violently changing the angle, her eyes fly open in shock.
“Oh god, yes,” she hisses.
Her hands wrap around my neck, locking me in place and trembling with intensity. Our foreheads meet, and breaths mingle as I’m buried to the hilt. Her muscles clench, mini pulses from her orgasm luring mine forward from the dark depths of my groin.
I fuck her wild and recklessly.
Primal and raw.
Her lean body absorbs everything, meeting me with the same intensity until we both push, shake, and steal what we want and need from each other.
She comes with a scream across the wind.
I come with a gutted groan.
My eyes close. My lips suffocate her mouth as her pussy suffocates my cock. We’re a clash of tongue and teeth, competing to take the upper hand as her grinding and my thrusting rock to a much slower pace. Our moans trap in each other’s bodies, sucking and nipping at each other until breath becomes a priority, and she rips her lips away.
Her arms loosen from around my neck and fall to her side, her pussy still stuffed with my cock. She smiles as if she didn’t just steal my soul away.
