I’ve got the condom out and open by the time she’s climbing back up, and she stops my hand from sheathing myself.
“Can I have you bare?” she asks, bluish-green eyes molten in a way I want to remember forever.
“You can have me any way you want me, darlin’.”
I toss the open condom to the side, pretty sure it lands with a soft thunk on the pile of her clothes, but I can’t be fucked to watch. Because the girl I love is climbing me, straddling me backward, ass in my face, hands on the handlebars of this gorgeous bike I just fixed up as she seats herself over my cock, legs on either side of mine, making me her custom seat on this bike. I’m about to give her the ride of her damn life.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck.” I curse on a sharp inhale as the feel of her wet pussy slides over the head of my cock, nothing between us, nothing keeping me from feeling her soaking warmth as she notches me at her entrance and lowers herself.
We’re both cursing, panting as she stretches, molding to my girth as she slides down, bit by bit. It’s gotten a little easier with time—and a lot of practice—but it still feels like I break her in all over again every time we fuck.
Her head falls back on my shoulder as she gets closer and closer to taking all of me, and I urge her on, lips against her ear, kissing every part of her I can reach as I whisper to her between nips and licks.
“Fuck, look at you, taking me raw.” Her moan, loud and completely uninhibited, says more than words would. The way I slip in further does too.
My lips slide down her neck to where it meets her shoulder. “Keep going, angel, you can do it. All of me.”
Her pussy clamps down on me, and I fight to keep my hips from bucking up into her, to let her stay in control for now. “More. Take the rest, darlin’,” I urge her on.
She moans again and I take her hands in mine, sliding them up her body and placing them on her tits, using two of her fingers to pinch each nipple as I press her against me, her back to my front.
Mouth back on her ear, I grit out, “You’re so fucking wet, angel. This for taking me bare? Or is this for how hot you look touching yourself out here in the open?”
I use my fingers to make hers pinch herself, tugging on her nipples and playing with her piercing, listening to her cries of pleasure as she bottoms out.
“Both,” she cries, rocking her hips back to take everything from me.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Leaving her to play with herself, I slide one hand down her flat stomach and find her clit, above where she’s stuffed full of me, and start rubbing.
She muffles a scream, head tilted so she’s biting my shoulder, and I jerk my hips up, making sure she’s completely fucking full of my cock before the ride begins. The motion makes her mewl, head rolling on my shoulder, as her fingers work her nipples, and mine work her clit. My other hand is circled around her waist, holding her to me, as I start to bounce her on my lap.
“Whatever you need, angel. Don’t be shy with me.”
She moans, writhing, lost in the pleasure, living in the moment, letting her body do what it wants. Grinding, bouncing, rocking however she sees fit.
I’ve never seen something so beautiful. All those years of waiting for her and my imagination never did this justice.
And for what it’s worth, the suspension on this bike holds up, and I’m feeling like this thorough of a test should be done on every vehicle I work on from here on out.
Her pussy squeezes me tighter than before, I know she’s getting close, but fuck, I don’t want this to be over yet. The second she comes, I know I will too. I’m too worked up, too far gone for this girl. I’ve held out so many times before, but when I feel her shake, knowing my cock is what’s pushing her barepussy over the edge, I’m gonna fill her up with the biggest load she’s ever seen.
“So good,” she pants, bringing herself so close to the edge, using me just like I told her to.
“Too good,” I growl in her ear, and I pick her up, yanking her off of me. She squeals in response, half protest, half shock, I think.
In a blink, I stand and flip us around, splaying her over the seat, positioning her legs wide open on either side of my body, and I hold her up at the right angle so I can get back inside of her with my feet on the ground, get some traction going and show her what it’s like to get fucked by the man who loves all of you, even the darkest parts you keep hidden from everyone else.
Bringing my thick head back to her core, I shove myself in with one swift thrust of my hips, and she bows her back, a throaty moan leaving her that’s going to get me hard any time I think about it from here on out.
She feels so good I can’t take it. In and out, I pound into her, those knees spread around my sides as I support the parts of her that spill over the cushioned seat on the bike, watching her body rock and shake with every thrust. The way her tits bounce always mesmerizes me, but it’s her face I can’t stop watching right now. That look in her eyes, like she loves me too.
It’s more than lust.
It’s not just what I’m doing to her body that’s making her look at me like that.
Her eyes mirror every single thing I feel about her, and it’s entirely new for me.
