Naomi’s beautiful body shuddered against mine as she began grinding back and forth. I gripped tight to the back of her panties, trying to make sure the fabric remained pulled to the side. The tight gray shirt she kept on showed off the curve of her small breasts. Her nipples poked against the fabric, practically begging to be teased. And what was I, if not willing to give Naomi everything her body desired.
A desperate moan fell from her mouth when I sucked on her covered breast. Her fingers curled against my scalp, holding me close enough to feel the pounding of her heart. On top of me, with her fingers in my hair and pussy around my cock, she was in complete control. The speed and pattern of our fucking were all up to her. I loved it. Being at her mercy was as content as I’ve ever felt.
“I wish you could see how incredible you look,” I murmured while peering up at her.
Since we were both tall people, Naomi’s head grazed the top of the van as she rode me. I’d let the seat back to give us space, but there wasn’t much room to work with. Limited space made this even more fun. Without an inch to spare, we only had one another to hold on to and nothing to come in between.
“These thighs,” I continued while running my hands up and down them. “The stretch marks, the curve of your breasts, the hair on your pussy. You’re heaven, Naomi.”
She kissed me, trying to hide the shy smile on her face. I parted her lips, wanting to claim her mouth with the same force her pussy was currently claiming me. She whimpered against my probing tongue. The convulsions of her body made me leak precum. I reached for her clit, rubbing tight, hard circles around the swollen bud. Naomi tore her mouth from mine to scream with pleasure. Her juices soaked my fingers and dripped down my cock. Every grind of her hips sent me closer to the edge.
“I need to see you come," I begged. My thumb continued to circle her clit. “Come on this cock, gorgeous.”
She pressed her forehead against mine and a moan slipped through her parted lips as she climaxed. "Holy crap, Finn."
God, I wanted to satisfy her like this forever. I wanted to be the one she could be every part of herself with. The anger, desire, and pure happiness. There was not one side of her I didn’t love. Every part of my being was hers and would do whatever it took to make her mine.
My orgasm came shortly after Naomi’s. Her walls squeezed around me so tightly that I could barely think straight. This woman was better than oxygen itself, which was why I tried to drown in her pussy when we went to the backseat next. Naomi came twice on my tongue. Both times, she pressed her hands on her breasts, pushing them together, forming tiny mountains. The sight of her playing with them nearly sent me over the edge. I fisted myself as I watched her come. When her pussy had stopped trembling and she noticed me masturbating, she wanted me in her mouth.
The second her lips touched my cock, I willed myself to think of something, anything, that didn’t involve the woman before me to make this last. It took a few tries, but Naomi got most of me in her mouth. I felt the back of her throat pressed against my tip. My heart hammered in my ears as she moved up and down. I now knew what perfection felt like. Naomi hummed around my cock as she sucked me. The vibration made me grip the car seats, a poor attempt at warding off my climax.
“I’m close, Naomi,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “Better move back if you don’t want cum all in your pretty mouth.”
She didn’t move away. Instead, she swirled her tongue around my tip as if to say,bring it.
“You sure?” I forced out. Speaking coherent sentences was getting harder with each second. Naomi’s nod and eye contact were all the permission I needed. I came in her mouth as I stared into her eyes. She swallowed some but let most of the excess drip down her chin. The sight was the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. She pulled away when I’d fully spent. I tugged her onto my lap, encouraging her to curl up against me. Our heavy breaths and the sound of crickets filled the air. The dark night pressed against the van windows. I stared up toward the stars, thanking whatever god was listening for helping me find Naomi.
“Thank you,” she whispered into my chest.
I rubbed her back, thinking maybe I said my thoughts out loud for a second. “For what?”
“For wanting more from me. Not just the good stuff, but every part.”
My arms tightened around her. We stayed like that for hours, holding onto one another like nothing else existed but us and the stars. For a few moments, nothing did. My body never felt lighter. And the smile on my face never came so easily.
Wewokeupinmy bed. My legs were tangled in the sheets as I reached over Naomi to turn off my alarm. She stirred, hugging my torso.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, voice heavy with sleep and disapproval.
I kissed the top of her head. Sometime during the night, she’d wrapped her head in a silk scarf. The scarf now fell around her shoulders. She’d be upset over the matter—I’d seen this happen once already—so, in my sleepy haze, I tried to tug the scarf back up her head. She murmured a thank you when I successfully got the fabric to cover her braids.
Note to self: buy a silk pillowcase. That would make her more comfortable sharing my bed.
“I have a tutoring session,” I whispered to her.
“That’s my line,” she joked, and opened her eyes.
“It’s with my sister,” I explained, kissing her forehead. The sun reached through the blinds, painting perfect lines across Naomi’s skin. I traced those lines with my lips, enjoying the warmth. She sighed under my touch. I could feel myself getting hard against the softness of her belly. Before I could make a move, my alarm went off again.
I cursed under my breath. Naomi laughed at the hardness in my brow. She tried to smooth it with soft pecks and whispered promises for later. I loved this part about us the most. We tried to balance one another. I tugged her one way, and she tugged me another. We met in the middle.
“Go tutor.” Naomi playfully shoved my shoulder. “I’ll keep quiet.”
“I could do it downstairs,” I offered.
She yawned and shook her head. “And have the guys interrupt you every other minute? You won’t get anything done.”
I chuckled. “You’re right.”
