Our tongues tangled as she ground her heat up and down my erection. I was so hard, my dick threatened to explode. But I stayed right there, my hands tangled in her hair.
We kissed until our lips ached, and she pulled back, hair falling down over her perfect tits. She wrapped her hand aroundmy dick and lifted up just enough to settle the tip at her entrance.
And then she slid down.
Slow.
Inch by inch.
Her breath hitched, and I covered her breasts with my hands. “Breathe, baby.”
Her eyes opened and locked with mine and she did as I asked.
Taking me in even further.
Nothing had ever felt this good.
Nothing compared.
I groaned when she pushed down, and I filled her completely.
I didn’t move. She didn’t move.
She reached for my hands, our fingers intertwining as she adjusted to my size.
And then she did the sexiest move of all. Her lips turned up in the corners, teeth sinking into her juicy bottom lip, and she started moving.
Up and down my shaft.
It was pure ecstasy.
This woman was made for me.
I sat forward, my lips sealing over her hard peaks as I moved from one breast to the other.
Our bodies were covered in a layer of sweat as we found our rhythm.
“That’s it. Set the pace,” I said, my voice so gruff it was barely recognizable.
She leaned back, dropping her hands to the top of my thighs and arching her back.
So fucking sexy.
Faster and harder.
She rode me like it was her life’s mission.
Like my cock was made for her.
Our breaths were coming hard and fast, and I groaned when she tightened around me.
I knew exactly what she needed as my thumb found her clit, and that’s all it took.
She gasped, and I watched her fall apart as she cried out my name.
I thrust into her once.
Twice.
