He stopped moving. He was so still, it felt like he’d stopped breathing.
“If you let me inside you, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to pull out,” he whispered hoarsely.
Staring into the mixture of love and lust in his brown eyes, I lifted my head off the pillow so our lips touched. “Then don’t.”
“Fuck,” he exhaled as he sank into me.
“Yesssssssssssssss,” I hissed as I accommodated his size and let desire spread throughout my body.
Even though I was dripping wet, Lamar took his time stretching me out. I clenched around him as he worked his way into me. He paused, seeming to savor the feeling before forcing another couple of inches deeper.
I whimpered.
“Jazzy,” he rasped.
The mixture of desire and restraint in his voice called to something deep inside me. I couldn’t even speak.
“I love you,” he continued as he reached the deepest part of me.
“I love you, too,” I moaned.
He pulled almost all the way out and hesitated. “Are you sure? Because I know for a fact that if I go back in, I’m not coming out.”
“Lie down,” I demanded, pushing his shoulder until he rolled off me.
As soon as he was on his back, I straddled him. His hands immediately went to my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathed as his hands moved down my body and gripped my hips.
“I should blindfold you…”
“I want to watch you ride me.” His eyes scanned my body. “But I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
I bit my bottom lip as I ran my wet pussy against him. “Because you want it?” I asked teasingly.
“You know I do.”
Rocking forward, I leaned down to kiss him. “How bad do you want it?” I whispered against his lips.
Without giving him a chance to answer, I sank down on his hard dick.
We moaned in unison.
Clenching tightly, I allowed the feeling of him filling me up to spread throughout my body. I lifted my hips and watched his face as I slowly rolled them.
“Shit,” he grunted as I shifted from my knees to my feet.
Being in a deep squat, I was able to bounce on his dick with more strategic power. He gripped my hips, trying to take back control of the situation. But the look on his face and the low growl that rumbled from the depths of him made it clear that I had the control. Spurred on, I rode him insatiably, letting the sheer force of his thrusts to cause my insides to coil tightly. Letting my head fall back, I tried to keep it together long enough to make him come.
“Fuck,” he swore.
When I lifted my head and our eyes locked, my heart skipped a beat.
As we stared into each other’s eyes, the intensity between us grew. The look he gave me swept through my entire body, and I felt myself unraveling.
Dropping from my feet to my knees, I started grinding on him. Our movements weren’t as frantic as they were when we were fighting for control. We were lost in the moment, in each other.
Our hands roamed each other’s body, and I felt his touch everywhere.
