Winona’s body shook as the rain pummeled down on us, the last echoes of her orgasm making her quiver. She was still catching her breath as I kissed her stomach. Nipped at her ribs.
The look on her face as I hovered over her told me just how crazed I’d made her.
“That was… I didn’t know my body could do that,” she said in my ear.
“Let’s do it again?” I said, nipping her earlobe. I began to lower myself back down, But she surprised me by reaching up, grasping my hair with both hands.
“No. I want you to come, Mitchell. On me.”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. I met her eyes. “What do you mean, Winona?”
“Here,” Winona said, dragging her hands down her body. “I want you to come on me. All over me, tobe specific.”
My mouth went dry, my aching cock surging. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t last.
But Winona was relentless. She backed up, crawling backward so there was room for me to get out of the pool in front of her.
I was weak, seeing her like that. Her expression determined. Hungry. Her breasts streaked with rain, her pussy pink and swollen where my tongue had been.
She was breathtaking.
I’d lost myself to her already, I knew that. But seeing this carefully held together woman so vulnerable for me? Asking me to do something so fucking dirty and hot? The bottom of the last of my restraint fell out.
I pushed myself out of the pool, landing on my feet, water sluicing down my body. I dropped my soaked shorts, stepping out of them. Then I clasped my cock, my own hand nearly sending me over the edge.
“Come here first,” she said, beckoning me toward her mouth. “Let me get you ready.”
“Winona,” I protested. “I’m ready.”
But she glared. “Come. Here.”
Her tongue slipped out along her mouth like she couldn’t wait to taste me.
I let out a guttural noise, my jaw tense. But my body moved on its own. I dropped to my knees and straddled her, my cock in my hand.
She took it from me, both of her smaller hands taking over. “Fuck my face, Mitchell,” she said.
I groaned, so turned on I couldn’t protest. I leaned forward, dipping my cock into her hot, silky-soft mouth.
Winona inhaled my cock, taking it so deep I had to clench everything not to unload down her throat right away. She worked my cock with her hands and her mouth, a desperate need in her movements that had me dipping my pelvis downwithout thinking, thrusting into her mouth so I felt myself hit the back of her throat.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she gasped after popping me out of her mouth.
I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t. I slid back in, her teeth grazing me as I went. Winona tilted her head back, allowing me even more access.
“Fuck me, Winona.”
She mumbled something.
I pulled out to allow her to speak.
“More. Talk to me like before,” she breathed.
Fuck. I plunged into her mouth. Her eyes squinted, and she made a sound of assent.
“You greedy girl,” I bit out with each thrust. “Such a slut for this cock.”
Winona squinted, her eyes watering as she took me so deep.
