Page 64 of Barefoot Lake

“That’s my girl.”

She takes more of me and increases her pressure. She gradually speeds up and hums. I can feel the rumble in her throat everywhere.

I bump against the back of her throat, and I have to stop her. She pulls back and touches her fingers to her lips.

“Jesus Christ, Alice.” I’m breathing hard. “Stand up.”

She smiles widely and rises to her feet, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. She slips her panties down, kicking them off, all bashfulness gone. I push my boxers all the way off, and Alice hops up onto the back of the couch.

I push Alice’s knees open and step forward until I’m between them. I grip her ribs on both sides, pressing my fingers into her back and running my thumbs on the undersides of her breasts, these perfect breasts. I slide my hand up to palm the right one and bend to place a kiss atop the left. Alice murmurs a satisfied hum, letting her head roll back and pushing her chest toward me.

I drag my tongue down until I capture her nipple, pulling it into my mouth and flicking the bud with the tip of my tongue. I roll her right breast in my hand, teasing the nipple with light brushes that have it pebbling. I switch sides, dragging my teeth over the sensitive peak before sucking it further into my mouth.

Her groan rings in my ears.

I release her breast, blowing cool air across the wet skin, enjoying seeing her react. I slide my hands to Alice’s thighs as I bend down, letting go only when I have to.

I pull my wallet from my jeans pocket and take out a condom. I tear open the packet as I stand and roll the condom on. Alice reaches for my sides, pulling me forward and back between her knees. She glances down between us, and her eyes widen.

“Go slow.”

I lift her chin so she’s looking at my face and nod before capturing her lips and notching myself just inside her. Her mouth opens at the contact, and I sweep my tongue inside. She rolls her hips toward me, and I put a hand behind her for stability, sliding further in.

Alice breaks our kiss, pressing our temples together,

“Jake, yes.” She drags the word out.

“You’re doing so well,” I huff between breaths because she is doing so well.

I pull back and roll further into her, earning myself a groan, her breath hot against my ear. I repeat the action.

She’s tight as fuck, and I think I’ve found heaven being inside her. She scoots toward me, propped right on the edge of the couch, hooks her ankles behind me, and pulls me in. I lick my thumb and reach between us, pressing slow circles into her clit.

“I need you to relax for me, baby.”

She hums in my ear, and I roll my hips slowly into her as her muscles begin to unclench. My muscles tremble, but I move slowly and evenly until I’m fully seated. Alice gasps when our hips meet. I pause, letting her adjust to the new sensation before I pull back and slide back in.

“More.”

Her request nearly destroys me. I roll my hips against her slowly.

“More. Faster.”

Her voice has an edge of desperation to it.

I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her so she sinks down onto my cock. Her hands squeeze my biceps, and her heels press against the couch beside my knees. She braces herself as she lifts up again and again, driving down onto me while I lift my hips to meet her. My other hand is still between us, giving her delicious pressure every time she moves down.

Alice rolls her head down to my shoulder and cries out. I feel her tighten around me, and I know I won’t last much longer. I feel pressure building at the base of my spine, and my pace increases. She bites down hard on the skin between my neck and my shoulder, and I explode. She rides me hard through my orgasm, breathing as hard as I am when we slow.

I set her back on the couch before pulling out of her gently. She whimpers softly. Everything is sensitive. I move my hand slowly against her slick opening, and her hips buck toward me.

“Again, Alice.”

She mumbles incoherently. She’s close. I press two fingers inside of her, curling them toward me and pressing the heel of my hand against her clit. She rolls her hips again and again, hard against my hand.

“That’s my girl. Take it.”

Within seconds, she’s spasming around my fingers, and digging her nails into my arms. I kiss her slowly and extract my fingers. She looks sleepy.