I come down on Harry’s cock and let him fill every inch of me. He stretches me wide, and I gasp and start to pant. It’s almost too much, as he always is.
Slowly, I start to ride him, rocking backwards and forwards.
I like to be commanded, but I also like this, bossing him around.
I like the energy we share, the playful way we are developing, and our eye contact. I just miss one thing as I ride him and fuck the man below. His expert hands on me and his incredible skills.
“Now you may touch me,” I say, sliding up and down.
“You need to ask for it,” he growls.
“If the Sir is feeling accommodating, then I would like him to…”
“Say it!”
“Okay! Fuck me and make me come! Now, are you happy?”
Harry takes my hips, and without warning, he rolls us over. With a perfect switch, he is suddenly on top of me. He is deeper inside me, and he is where he belongs. Between my legs.
I moan in delight, and he pushes my legs wider. “Spread them, darling.” I gasp as our eyes meet, and I need him. Need him forever. My mouth is suddenly plundered by his tongue.
He penetrates my mouth and plunders my wet pussy below. Itis almost too much, and I feel his firm hands around my folds and butt. I moan and suck his tongue inside my mouth.
Harry explores every inch of my folds, and his drenched fingers reach my aching nub.
He circles my clit with perfect pressure, and I moan loudly. “Oh God.”
I will not last long; it’s disturbing how well he can manipulate my body.
A minute later, it happens fast, and it happens faster than I expected. Before I know it, my body starts to arch, and I buck. I then come apart.
“Coming,” I gasp.
“That’s it, come for me, baby, come!”
Harry holds my chin and watches my eyes. I double-blink, amazed, as we stare into each other’s faces. I then start to cross over.
Harry puts the perfect amount of pressure on my clit and forces me further and further over the edge.
Suddenly, it happens, and I shatter and moan. As I explode and unravel in front of his eyes, it’s almost too much.
As if we are sharing everything and not holding anything back. And as my core tenses up and pulses, suddenly, Harry bucks. He holds me close, and I watch his face change.
His eyes beam, and his mouth opens as he comes. “Samantha!” he growls as he peaks. “Ohhhh, Samantha.”
Harry holds my face inches from his as he empties himself inside my wet, pulsing core.
Our two bodies buck as wave after wave of aftershocks ripple through us. Our mouths are wide, our eyesunbelieving.
“Oh, Samantha,” Harry says as he surges one last time.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, amazed.
Harry touches my flushed cheek, and his mouth turns up at the end.
“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” I say before realizing. Realizing I may have said the wrong thing.
Before I can worry further, Harry caresses my cheek. “I won’t, baby. I won’t.”
