She lands with her cheek on my chest. Far from the position we were aiming for.
“I swear, if you’re not sitting on my face in the next ten seconds I’m going to lose it.” I fill my hands with her hips, urging her into position.
She stills, staring down at me. “I’ve never done this before,” she admits, her cheeks deliciously pink. “How do I—?”
“Ever got yourself off grinding into a man’s hand, or over his thigh? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way.Don’tanswer, but that’s how it works.”
“Oh... okay. Seems easy enough. Do I stop every few seconds so you can catch a breath?”
“No, you don’t stop until you come.” I yank her higher, the strip of dark hair at the apex of her thighs an inch from my chin. “I’m waiting.”
“But what if you can’t breathe?”
“For fuck’s sake, baby. I want my pussy.”
She scoots up, her thighs bracketing my head, and she grips the headrest. I yank her down, my tongue darting out to lick her. She inches up, barely grazing her clit over my tongue.
“Lower,” I demand.
She sinks. I latch onto her clit, fireworks in my head when her taste explodes on my tongue. And she inches up again.
“Stop hovering.”
“But I feel like I’m suffocating you!”
“Smother me, Summer. You’re half my size, less than half my weight. You think I’ll struggle to lift you off if I need air? Sit. Down. Hands on my head andride my face.”
Finally, she sits the way she’s supposed to, dragging her sweet pussy over my lips. My fingers sink into her ass, helping her along, dictating the pace as I lap and lave every drop.
“Oh shit,” she mewls, tugging my hair. “That’s so good.”
Her moves become more rhythmic, every next roll of her hips full of intent, the initial uncertainty gone. She’s fully into this, chasing her high. And the sounds she makes the closer she gets...? Fucking glorious. I guide her with one hand and wrap the other around my cock, jerking off fast.
Bianca gasps, moans, and all-out whimpers as the orgasm slams into her less than a minute later. I knew it wouldn’t take long. Not after the evening we’ve had.
Still, this must be a record.
“Good girl,” I tut, stamping a kiss on her swollen clit before I drag her down my body.
“I didn’t choke you,” she murmurs, eyes glossy.
“No, you didn’t. We’ll do this again later, but now I need to fill you up.”
She’s still panting, her hot breath on my neck, breasts pressed against my chest.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“Not enough practice. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do a thing. Just hold on to me.”
She chuckles, catching my lips in a deep kiss as I lift her hips and lower her over my cock. Her pussy’s wet, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For a second, I hold perfectly still, marveling in the feel of her choking me.
“Punish me for not wearing panties,” she whispers against my lips. “Hard.”
My hand lands on her ass, theclapricocheting off the walls.
She cries out, flooding my cock with more arousal. I wrap my arms around her, catch her lips, and brace my feet on the mattress, fucking into her with upward thrusts.
Deep, hard, punishing strokes that have me on the verge of blowing my load within minutes. But I don’t want this to end so fast. Especially not when Bianca rises a bit, her hands bracing against my chest, nails digging into my skin.
