“Shhhh.” I saw large brown eyes that were full of mischief and fun, something I had only seen when we’d been dancing.
“Sim…” It was a plea and a prayer. I wanted her to stop so it would last longer, but I never wanted her to stop.
She giggled. “I could try something else.”
I remembered how she’d said that she’d never been on top and instantly moved her hand away. “Come here.” Words were still foreign, blanketed by sleep.
She however, wasn’t. I moved her over me, guiding her pussy to my mouth, sensing her reticence.
“Relax. You know I’m magic at this.”
“I’ll taste of you. And you can see…”
“Every damn thing which is exactly what I want.” Then I was silenced as I had my way. She held onto the headboard behind me, her low moans and whispers giving me signals as to what she was liking and what she was liking more. I didn’t know another better way of spending a morning, except possibly burying my dick in her like last night, but that was the plan for after.
She came hard and fast, her hips bucking enough that I held them firm, keeping hold of her after her orgasm had subsided and she was left gasping, any words that she was trying to say unintelligible. If I said I didn’t feel like a god, I’d have been lying.
“Shall I?” She looked behind her towards my cock which was the hardest it had ever been.
“I’m not going to say no.”
She released the headboard, shuffling down the bed, her hand grasping my erection. I didn’t know how long I’d last, already being close to blowing with the hand job she’d woken me with.
“How do I…” She put my cock at her entrance and started to slide down slowly, tight wet heat clenching at me, making the periodic table my focus so I didn’t come right then.
“I think you got the idea.”
She started to move her hips slowly, her eyes looking down at where we were joined. My hands held on to her hips, guiding her, steadying her, trying to lend her some control because I knew when I got close, I’d be lifting her, hopefully making her say my name again as she came.
“This feels good.”
“It’s meant to, sweetheart.”
Her tits were bouncing and I knew I had enough material in case I didn’t see another woman for the next half a decade. Not that I wanted that. The more time I was around her, the more addicted I was becoming.
But was I good enough?
“What do you need to come?”
Her eyes were glazed and her grip on my shoulders tight, holding on as I started to take the lead with the rhythm, just as we’d danced a couple of nights ago. It was as if she entranced me into her web and once I was there, handed me the task of proving my worth.
“Just this.” Her words were stuttered.
I looked at where we were joined, seeing how her clit was being rubbed as I bounced her up and down, thankful for the work I’d done on my arms in the gym.
“You can be loud.” I realised she was trying to hold in her sounds and I wanted to hear them. “Fuck, Sim, you feel like a fucking dream. Your pussy’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.” At that moment it was; I couldn’t remember how anyone else had ever felt, only her.
“Jack!” My name was her victory cry as I felt her spasm around me, her nipples hardening even more, back arched.
“Holy fuck!” I felt myself tighten and then explode, my own call deafening.
She collapsed on top of me, our breath still hard and fast. I felt the beat of her heart, her tits pressed against my chest, my hands on her back, stroking, needing that contact. That reassurance.
“That was…” she looked up at me, her chin on my chest. “Fuck, Jack. That was good.”
I laughed, a hand now in her hair. “Wait till I take you from behind. I can do all kinds of things to you like that.”
She laughed. “I’ll need to recover. I think I’ve used muscles that didn’t exist before.”
