Then I remembered how it felt to have her hands pressing against my thighs earlier and I did exactly that. Forcing her legs further apart, I held her spread and away from me, teasing her with the lack of contact on her eager clit while my mouth and hands continued to devour her breasts.
“Oh, Fuck! Abi! Please!”
Control consumed me, it’s effect dizzying and intoxicating, she was mine…
“What is it, baby?” I said, giving her a hint of my lower body against her pussy.
She threw her head back and bucked her crotch toward me, trying to maintain the contact. I smiled at her desperation, getting high on the need I had aroused in her. Slowly, I allowed my hands to travel up her thighs, loving how her whole bodytensed at the move. I stopped at either side of her crotch, my fingers massaging into her skin, teasing her just as she had me.
She moaned and flung her hands outward, grasping at the frame of the machine as she writhed to direct my fingers where she wanted them.
“Patience, baby, I need you naked first.”
Obediently she stilled and, bringing her legs together, I pulled off her bottoms, tossing them to the side. My hands were quick to return, my eagerness to have her spread naked before me taking over as I shoved her thighs apart once more. She didn’t stop me. Her lack of resistance only serving to heighten my out of control desire as I realized she would permit me anything.
My eyes dropped to her pussy, the neatly trimmed area dripping in excitement. Fascinated, I slipped my fingers between her folds, savoring the feel of her, so different from me and yet the same. Her body reared against the touch, her clit pulsing beneath my palm as I traveled lower to dip my fingers inside her, surrounding them with her warm, wet center and coating myself with her hot juices before withdrawing to stroke at her throbbing clit.
She cried out and her eyes flung to mine. I repeated the move, holding her gaze intently, getting off on the erotic pleasure I saw there. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and slid them in, sucking them clean. She moaned at the sight, her lips parting with the sound.
Dipping my fingers within her again, I coated them thoroughly, realizing I could never get enough of just feeling her in this way. Bringing my fingers back up, I moved them before her open mouth, teasing them before her lips.
“You want some, baby?”
Her eyes dropped to my slick fingers and, hungrily, she moved her mouth over them. A groan escaped my lips as she sucked at them, her tongue eagerly working them clean.
“You are such a dirty bitch.” I don’t know where the words came from but I was fascinated by her and out of control. My eyes shot to hers to see if I had offended her but they were ablaze with need.
“More,” she cried.
Obediently I lowered my hand, she was so wet and ready that I moved all four fingers within her, letting my thumb caress her clit.
She moaned, her body picking up its rhythm against me, I realized her climax was building, I could see the muscles working in her legs, the color rising in her cheeks ... not yet...
“Easy, baby, easy.”
I withdrew my hand and raised it once more to her lips, watching in wonder as she took all four fingers into her mouth, closing her lips around them, all the while her eyes fixed on mine.
Horny as fuck, I tore my hand away and crushed my lips over hers, kissing her hard, savoring the taste of her pussy in her mouth. I wanted more. I wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet, I wanted to experience all of her.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I traveled down her wildly pulsing throat, down the valley between her breasts...
Spying my intent, she flung her hands to my hair and encouraged me down.
“Patience,” I said taking her hands and repositioning them at the frame, loving how open it left her, how it thrust her breasts forward. Cupping each mound, I flicked my tongue over them in turn, wetting each peak before moving to trace a path down her torso, dipping into her belly button and then onward to her delicious cunt.
With my hands pressing her thighs apart, I probed the area, my tongue flicking over her clit—
“God, yes!” she screamed, jerking against me, her crotch riding my face.
I repeated the move, my tongue working her as she built up her tempo against me. She hooked her feet between my legs, encouraging me to move against her. My body reveled in the contact, quickly picking up a rhythm of its own as the need for release swept through me. Our moans echoed around the gymnasium, drowning out the world outside, our focus entirely on each other.
She shattered about me in what felt like seconds, her body convulsing wildly. Clamping my thighs shut around her feet I swiftly followed, the intensity of her orgasm fueling my own. Crying out, I fell against her, my head dropping to her warm, inviting thigh as I enjoyed the spasms that racked my body and the feeling of contentment that soon followed.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but neither of us seemed inclined to move. Our bodies now sated and relaxed felt right together. Her fingers moved through my hair, toying with the strands and she sighed contentedly. The sound brought a smile to my lips. No matter how wrong it was, what we had just shared felt one hundred percent right.
And then the mood changed. Her hand froze at my head, her body tensing beneath me. My eyes snapped to hers and I could see she was looking at the doorway behind me, her face horror-stricken.
Please don’t be Dad!was the plea going through my mind as I straightened to look over my shoulder.
