He strokes his cock, lubricating himself, and I am mesmerized by his hand’s movements.
“Laney, baby, ride me, take everything you need.”
Miguel leans back further and thrusts his hips up. His shaft drags along my clit and I buckle forward. He brings his hands behind his head and holds them there. His biceps popping with the restraint he is using to keep his hands off me.
“I’ve dreamt about this cock inside me.” I admit as I rise to my knees and line him up with my entrance.
“Yes you have, Princess, now give your pussy what it wants.”
With matching groans, I drop myself down on Miguel and the pressure of being so full pulses out to my toes. Nothing on heaven or earth has felt this right before. My body was designed to be right here, doing this.
Fuck triathlons.
This is what I’ve been training for.
I rock against him and feel how perfectly his thick cock grinds inside me. My hips circle and Miguel thrusts up into me as his biceps twitch.
“Bounce baby.” He commands and I do.
My knees brace on either side of his hips, squeezing in against the hardness of him as I slide up and down along his length. Each inch of him, both in and out of me, spirals my desire to impossible heights.
“Ohmygods, Miguel.” I gasp as he tilts up to meet me.
My mind blanks. I become a being existing on sensations alone.
The fullness of him inside me takes my breath away.
The warmth of his body against mine is almost unbearable.
The hold we have on each other is almost punishing, but nothing about it feels vengeful.
“That’s it baby, feels so fucking good Laney, you’re my perfect, good, girl.”
Desperate for more of his words I sink down onto him and roll my hips forward.
“Fuck, fuck!” My entire body twitches and I grab my breasts. Pinching my own nipples between my fingers to relieve the tension there.
My legs shake as my clit grates along his pelvic bone and a needy sound escapes my throat as I stay impaled on his cock and rock my hips back and forth, grinding down, seeking my release.
Miguel’s hands finally grip my hips and he somehow pulls me down onto him harder. My breath is shallow as I knead my breasts, Miguel’s lips finding their way to my heated skin, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, relieving the pressure but adding to it at the same time.
Flutters start in my core and travel through my bloodstream as I chant whispered yeses into the air between us.
Miguel’s kisses pepper my neck and collar bone and one hand slides up my spine to the base of my neck.
It’s then he rises, and still inside me, he stands, turns, and lowers us, as one, back to the sofa. I’m on my back and he kneels in between my legs. He hooks his arms under my knees and leans forward putting his hands at my shoulders.
“You okay, Laney?”
“Yes.” I cry as I feel him slowly slide out of me.
“Call me Coach.”
“Yes Coach.” I relent immediately. He can have anything, everything he wants from me.
“You ready to come again, Princess?”
“Yes Coach.”
