Iris shudders under me.
“Does my girl like that?”
She moans, “Oh my god…”
I repeat my licking, swirling my tongue, worshiping every wet inch of her, then taking her sweet bud in my mouth once more.
I tease it with my tongue until she cries out, and then I keep repeating until Iris writhes under me, shouting my name through ragged breaths.
Iris’s hips buck against me, and she shudders hard. I look up and see her eyes shut tight, her face both anguished and ecstatic.
“Oliver…oh!”
My Iris comes for me, leaking all over my tongue. She is a wonder. And all mine.
Twelve
Iris
One moment I’m under Oliver, writhing and panting and exploding with bliss, and the next moment, he’s pulled me on top of him.
Somewhere along the way, he lost his pants, and I can’t help myself. After licking my hand, I gently grab on to Oliver’s huge cock.
“Fuck, Iris,” he grits out.
“We keep ending up naked. Fucking tends to take place.”
He laughs a ragged laugh as I pump him, then he pushes my hand away.
I lie there, splayed out against his big chest, letting him manipulate my body because he seems to want to take charge.
His rigid length stands at attention as he positions me so I’m straddling his legs.
From this position, I watch him wrap himself up as I wait patiently.
When he’s ready, I stare at his cock, noticing it twitch under my gaze.
I climb into position, keeping one hand on Oliver’s chest, ready to feed him into me.
Carefully, I spread myself and take hold of his cock, guiding the tip in. I slowly slide down until my man is fully sheathed inside of me.
I rock against his groin, watching pleasure explode across his face.
I grip him tight until he lets out a curse. And I rock and thrust again.
Oliver’s hips come up off the bed, as if he could get any deeper.
I moan at the fullness, arching my back to take in more, more, more. I want to take all that he can give me.
My body rides him just like this, my muscles tormenting him. His strong body bounces me to the point that I have to lean forward to hold on to something immovable, lest I fall off and ruin the moment. Gripping the top of the headboard, my breasts bounce in his face with every thrust, and Oliver takes this opportunity to worship them with his mouth. He licks over one nipple, making me impossibly wetter, compelling me to go faster on him.
Oliver’s jaw tightens and he groans, low in his chest. He’s close, I can feel it.
“Lean back and let me…there…there she is…”
Oh god. He’s talking about my clit like it’s a person as I lean back again, letting him find that spot where I ache the most.
As we move together, he rubs his thumb over it.
