Then he grips my neck and pulls me to him. And devours me.
Our lips move in perfect unison, our tongues thrash as he moans into my mouth. His hand grips my hair as I hold myself up over him.
My hips undulate against him, and our kiss turns savage. His length grows against me, and I grind against his hardening cock.A small moan builds in my throat, and as if he senses it, he thrusts his hip and moves quickly so that he’s on top.
His leg kicks mine out the way as one hand tracks down my body.
His fingertips dance across my chest, my breastbone, pausing on my nipple as he circles it, I arch into his touch. I’m wearing a thin top that he pulls down as he pulls back to stare at my hardened nubs.
“You’re fucking beautiful. You’ve got a flush that runs across your cheeks.” He kisses them. “A flush that covers your chest.”
He drops down and kisses it.
“And your fucking nipples are rock.” He pulls one of them into his mouth, his tongue warm and it’s like heaven as he licks around the sensitive spot before pulling it between his teeth, gently biting down, causing me to gasp.
“Hard.”
He goes to the other one, and I’m writhing below him, a slave to the feeling he brings me.
“Tell me what you want, Lucy?”
He devours my other nipple, his hand slipping underneath my shorts, parting my folds and touching my clit.
My eyes roll back into my head, and any coherent thought I had disappears from my brain on a moan.
He tsks. “You said you could be quiet. Don’t make me gag you with my cock.” His finger pushes into me, and I’m gone.
“Mhhhm.”
“You’d like that?” he asks, adding another finger. “You’d love to suck it, wouldn’t you? The thought of it turns you on. You’re sopping wet, Lucy. Does the thought of you sucking on me, gagging on me turn you on?”
“You’ve got such a filthy mouth on you for a politician.”
He curves his fingers up, making me moan again. He pulls his fingers out and runs it over my lips, into my mouth, where I pull his finger in and suck.
“Fuck,” he says, his eyes looking the darkest I’ve ever seen them. He moves position again quickly as he straddles my chest, pulling his throbbing cock out his boxers.
“Suck it,” he demands.
I meet his eyes and wet my lips as I see the small bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip.
“I said suck it, Lucy.”
I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze, and he hisses his approval. I pump it once, twice before engaging my core, sitting up, and pulling him into my mouth. His skin like silk.
Warm, soft, and rock hard all at once.
I work him, pulling him deep into my throat as my gag reflex kicks in. I pull him back and drag him deep again.
My hand works his shaft.
My other hand cups his balls.
He falls into the headrest, gripping it tightly and begins thrusting.
The new position doesn’t give me much leverage, so I grab his arse cheeks in my hand and pull him into me, showing him the rhythm I can handle, showing him what I want him to do. My fingers spread his cheeks, my index finger moving closer to his puckered hole.
And I touch it.
