He got with the program quickly and started working on the lowest buttons.
Playfully, I slapped his hand away. “I'm the one who is in control. I got the reins, buster.”
He looked briefly shocked, and then a dirty smile crossed his face.
With a grin, I leaned back and took off my crop top, releasing the girls.Freedom!
He rumbled something in his chest, hands coming up to cup my tits reverently. I loved the way he played with them. As he did, I straddled him, grinding down as he pinched and massaged my breasts.
His erection was hard and hot, even through his pants. I ground down again, shivering as his shaft pressed into my crotch.
Oh yeah, I couldn't wait to get the party started.
Leaning back, I finished undressing in rapid order. Sebastian shoved his pants down and away. With him naked and on his back, his cock stood up like a flagpole—the perfect territory for me to conquer.
“Well, hello there,” I said, returning to the bed.
He smiled and reached for himself, but again I knocked his hand away. Instead, I leaned down to breathe over the head of his cock. His hips twitched.
I smiled at him. “I have plans for you, and I want to make you good and hard for me.”
“Be my guest.” His words were confident, but his tone was throaty and a little raw. I could tell that I was driving him crazy. I licked my lips and then bent to make sure that I was a woman of my word.
I already knew that Sebastian was long and girthy, and yet I was surprised about the stretch of my lips over the crown of his head.
I took him in slowly, getting used to the size of him and the sensation of his hard shaft over my tongue. As I suckled his crown, my hands wrapped around his shaft and moved up and down.
Sebastian let out a throaty rumble, rolling his hips up.
I shifted slightly to rest my forearms on his thighs, keeping him in place as I bobbed up and down over him.
I was rewarded for my efforts by some salty beads of precum, which I eagerly lapped up. My hands picked up the pace, and Sebastian's fingers fell into my hair. He wasn't forcing me down, but the pressure of his grip on my scalp made a shiver roll up and down my spine.
It was a lot of fun, and I swore to myself that one day I would spend a good amount of time just getting him off like that. That day was not today. I came off him with a little pop.
He looked mildly disgruntled, as if he was hoping to finish in my mouth.
“I think,” I said, “I want to go for a gallop.”
The vaguely disgruntled look vanished, and Sebastian was all enthusiasm again. I had to find his pants to collect the condom, and he helped me roll it on. Then I was back again, throwing one leg over his hips to slip down over him in cowgirl position.
“Ride ’em, cowboy,” I murmured as the tip of his cock breached me.
“Isn't that my line?” He sounded strained.
“That's right. I’m the one riding you.” I eased myself down over him, letting my eyes slide shut at the feel of the stretch in my pussy. I loved his cock and how he could effortlessly get up so deep inside me.
I hummed. “I love the way this ride is going already.”
“S-Seems like we're still standing in place,” he said.
Hearing the little hitch in his breath made me shiver inside and out. But he had a point. Flexing my thighs, I rose a little and settled back down on him, finding my pace. His hips rolled toward me, and I moved down onto him in a smooth rhythm that seemed to hit all of my hot points along the way.
I opened my mouth, another cowgirl pun on the edge of my lips, when I felt his fingers teasing my pussy.
“Oh.” Then louder, more excited, I cried, “Oh!”
Sebastian started stroking my clit in time with my movements. I shifted my pace slightly, grinding as much as I was bobbing up and down on top of him.
