Maybe other guys can. Maybe since we stopped dating she’s found someone who does, but from what I remember of that perfect little open-mouthed gasp she used to give me right as I pushed all the way inside, I fucking doubt it.
I’m feeling pretty smug just thinking about it, right up until she drags herself all the way back and I’m still not inside her. She does it again, back and forward, slow and teasing, looking down at me through that curtain of hair with her lips so bloody close to mine.
“Aww, is this what you need, Adam?”
She grinds that sweet pussy over my cock again and I growl. “You know that’s not it.” My hands are still locked inside my belt, and I’m beginning to regret the fact I can’t just grab hold of her ass and make her ride my cock the way I want her to—hard and furious.
I also know if I do that right now I’ll blow in about two seconds flat, and I can’t do that tonight. So it’s probably for the best.
Because the fact that Jen is letting me get this close to being inside her means I can’t fuck this up. I need to remind her why I might be worth giving a second chance. I might not have that much going for me, but at least I’ve got the most perfect dick she’s ever seen.
Her words, not mine.
That means I’ve got to last. I’ve got to last until she’s cum so many times she won’t remember anything except how hard I can rock her world.
That’s harder than it sounds when I feel like I could go off against her thigh if she just looks at me the wrong way right now.
Forcing down the need to cum, I focus on the task at hand. Next time she rolls her hips I lift my own, matching her rhythm, giving her a little taste of everything I’ve got for her.
Her mouth drops open, and her next breath is unsteady.
I do it again, lifting beneath her, making sure the bulge of my hard dick rubs right against the top of her cunt, right where she needs it.
She moans.
“Come on, Jen. Just let me feel you. Let me feel how wet you are. I bet you’re soaked.”
She laughs. “Oh I am.”
“It’s leaking through those panties isn’t it? I wanna feel you so bad.”
Sucking in a breath, she reaches between us and slides her underwear to one side. Then her wet heat engulfs me, and I groan as she slips back over my aching shaft. When she reaches the tip, her gaze locks with mine and we share something. A look. An understanding.
I’m straining to get inside that tight little cunt, but I’m also right where I need to be. “I could cum just like this,” I tell her fervently. “Just like this, but I’m not going to.”
“No?” she leans in, moving faster. The slick coats both of us, lubricating her movements, making it feel incredible.
“No. Not gonna. That belongs inside you, Jen. I belong inside you. Don’t you feel it?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and rides me harder. Her nails dig into my shoulder and my wrist where she’s got hold of me. “Yeah. I feel it.”
Impulsively I lift my chin, reaching for her lips. I expect her to dodge, but instead she leans in, capturing my mouth, drinking in my kiss until we’re moaning together while she continues her torment.
Despite my resolution, she’s taking me to the breaking point. My balls are tight. My hands strain against the makeshift cuffs she has me in. “Please, Jen. Please.”
She stops. Looking down at me, something passes across her face. Then she nods. “Yeah. Let me get a condom.”
I know it’s the responsible thing to do, and with anyone else I’d be the one insisting, but the second she lifts off me the loss of her heat feels like an unacceptable sacrifice. She hurries to the bedroom, and I can’t sit here and wait. I lift myself off the sofa and trail after her, if only to get an extra few moments of staring at her ass in the lingerie.
That fucking ass!
When she turns and finds me in the room behind her, she only shakes her head with a smile. Peeling the wrapper off, she covers me and the smile becomes a smirk. “Time for your reward.”
She pushes me down on the bed and climbs onto me before I can catch my breath. My poor cock stands up straight from my body like a flagpole waving a frantic signal to Jen about just how bad I need her right now.
I whisper a silent prayer of thanks when she takes pity on me and slides down on it in one delicious motion. And then my throat grows tight as she reaches the root. Her mouth falls open, and there it is. There’s that gasp of appreciation I’ve been waiting for.
Her chest rises and falls. She rolls her hips, and her eyelids flutter closed and a look of concentration comes over her like she’s reacquainting herself with my body. I guess she is.
