Page 69 of Strum Me

I try to focus on his face to stop from coming too fast when it’s all I want to do.

“Fuck me, baby. God, just fuck me. Your pussy feels so good on my cock,” he murmurs, almost incoherent, his head thrown back, eyes closed.

My nails dig into his skin, hot and sweaty under my palms. I want every inch of him, skin, breath, cock, come.

My hips rock faster, rotating around in circles, feeling the tip of him reach places made only for him. God, it’s even better than I’ve imagined it could be.

He opens his eyes and stares at me. “Take off your nightie, I want to see you.”

Brad’s fingers play with my stomach as I pull the silk fabric over my head. His gaze makes me nervous and I cover my breasts with my hands.

“No, don’t. Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” he whispers, pushing my hands away.

“Lean back.”

And I do, bracing my hands on the bed as he starts to fuck me again. Faster now. His hands grip my hips as he pushes back on the bed and then up into me. My breasts start to bounce, and it’s almost painful, which spurs me on.

“God , you are so fucking sexy. I’m going to come on those tits in the very, very near future.”

I arch to meet his every thrust and it feels like he’s drilling through me each time his cock slides into me. My body soars toward an epic climax.

“Brad, oh God, Brad, I’m going to come.”

“Fuck. Come, come, I need to hear it, see it.” And he moves his finger to press against my throbbing clit.

That’s all I need to send me over the edge.

I can’t help but scream his name as my body shakes with my orgasm. I can’t breathe, though I’m gasping. I feel his fingers, unforgiving on my clit, and it extends my climax, my body a slave to the waves of pleasure.

“Come, baby, come.” I can hear him encouraging me, and the words are no less stimulating than his finger, still pressing against my clit.

I push myself up to face him. I can feel the sweat drip down the sides of my face. His eyes are glazed, and I wonder how hard he’s trying not to come himself. I squeeze my pussy on his cock and the breath chokes him.

“Fuck. Do that again,” he commands me.

I squeeze again, harder this time.

“One more time,” he gasps.

I squeeze again, this time reaching under me to graze my fingernails along his balls.

“Oh God, oh God.” He grips the blanket and pushes himself into me, faster and faster and faster. I feel his balls tighten and I know it’s coming.

I lean over and lick up the middle of his chest even as he thrashes under me. I kiss his neck and whisper, “Come. Now.”

And as if his body ignores its master and wants to please me, his whole torso tightens and he grunts. And again, he shakes, then freezes. “Oh fucking, fucking, fucking hell. Oh God, Butter!” he yells, and I know as he’s coming he’s thinking only of me.

I lie down on his chest as it heaves up and down. His heart beats so hard, I can almost see the rapid thump against his ribcage. The last of his orgasm jerks through him, his cock twitching inside me.

I kiss his sternum over and over and over. And I can feel him start to soften, spent, empty.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

“Fuck. Yes,” I reply. His hand comes up to stroke through my hair, and it tickles and sends a cold tremor down my spine that I love.

“What just happened?”

“I don’t know, I thought we were fucking the universe.” I giggle, and I feel him sigh, the breath leaving his lungs.