She was getting close, and my cock throbbed at the sweet moans emanating from her pouty mouth. She found her release, but before she could come down from it, I swiftly lifted her to her knees so I could take her from behind. I was dying to see myself thrusting from this angle, her back tattoo on full display.
I gripped her hips as I sank inside her to the hilt.
Nairie moaned louder than before, and I bent to cover her mouth with my hand. “As much as I love to hear you scream, we should try to keep it down.”
Nairie nodded in compliance, but I liked having this hold over her, so I kept my hand in place. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”
I thrust my hips, and Nairie groaned, nodding again.
“Do you love having my cock inside you?”
When I let her speak, her voice came out shaky with need. “Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I love your cock inside me.”
I granted her another thrust, and she bit her lip. Moving my hands, I roamed along her breasts. “God, I love your pussy. I want you to use my cock, baby. Show me how you like it.”
I leaned back to watch Nairie move her pussy over my shaft. She was slow at first, getting a feel for the angle and motion, but soon, she was gripping the sheets and clenching her muscles around my length. I loved seeing her take control, using me to gain her own pleasure, and Iwas right. Seeing her back tattoo while we fucked was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen.
She was so good at fucking, and she didn’t even know it.
Her small moans were coming out in short bursts when I finally took hold of her hips and drove inside her, my own release building quickly. “I want you to cream all over my cock, love.”
Nairie gasped, and her inner muscles clamped down.
“That’s it, love. I can feel it. Just like that.”
I wrapped her long, dark hair around my hand and lightly pulled, spanking the side of her ass. “Milk my cock, baby.”
Nairie came hard, her upper body falling to the mattress when her hands couldn’t hold her up anymore, and I took the opportunity to lift her hips higher, pistoning inside her until I followed her over the edge. I leaned against her back as I found my breath.
Her slick body slid against mine and created this scent of sex, Nairie, and fresh laundry. I wanted to bottle it up.
Once my vision cleared, I lifted myself off her and kissed the back of her neck before collapsing on the pillow.
Nairie lay motionless, catching her breath as she looked at me behind her tangle of dark hair. She had that wild, mythical look about her, and I smiled, closing my eyes.
Nairie got up and laid her head on my chest, her hand resting above my heart. “Is sex always this good?”
I laughed. “Sex with you is always this good.”
Nairie snuggled closer, and I wrapped my armaround her.
“I submitted my art to the contest.”
“That’s great, love. When do you hear back?”
“Not for a couple of weeks.”
“I know how to keep your mind busy until then.”
Nairie squeezed me tighter. “How are things going with the pub?”
I hesitated. “They’re good.”
“Does it make me a bad friend if I wished it was going worse so you could stay longer?”
