“You’ve done enough riding today. My turn.”
His nostrils flared as she reversed their positions, stripping his shirt open, rubbing her bare breasts against him as she tugged it down his arms. He chuckled when she bent her head to swipe her tongue down his sternum. Mm, salty male.
She stepped back and stripped off her shirt and bra in a less-than-graceful motion. He responded by peeling off his jeans and laying back on the bed, his cock gloriously hard. She stripped off her own jeans as he watched, his hand lightly stroking his erection, and she crawled onto the bed with him.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“Wallet,” he countered, and she twisted around to retrieve one as he rubbed his fingertips up the insides of her thighs to her pussy.
She spread her legs wider to welcome his touch, the invasion of his fingers. He watched her face as he fucked her with two fingers, flicking her clit with his thumb, then pulling his slick fingers free to circle her rosebud. She held his gaze when he slipped one finger into the tight ring of muscles, bordering between pleasure and pain. She moved against his hand, growing wetter at his invasion, knowing if she let him, he’d make it good for her. They’d done it before, her first time, and he’d loved it.
She edged her hips out of his reach, removing his touch.
“Tonight, I’m in charge.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, and rested his hands on either side of his head as she opened the condom and rolled it on him, squeezing the base of his shaft until he lifted his hips toward her hand.
Now that she had control, she wasn’t sure where to take it. She leaned over him and played her lips over his a moment, then lowered her mouth to his throat, letting her hair fall against his chest, slide over his skin until he closed his hands on her hips and dragged her toward his cock.
She straightened to look down at him, moving her hands over his skin before she reached between them and brought him to her, slid down on him, closing her eyes to savor the stretch of her body to accommodate him, the depth of his erection. She rolled her hips as she settled onto him, opened her eyes to see his jaw tight, nostrils flared.
“I need you to move, sweetheart.”
She pulled his hands from her waist and leaned over him, hands braced on his broad wrists on the mattress. “Don’t you come yet.”
He rolled his eyes back in his head as she tightened her muscles around him. She started with a sultry rhythm, keeping him as deep as she could for as long as she could, loving the way the head of his cock rubbed just right deep inside her. He shifted his arms beneath her hands, but she pinned them more firmly to the bed.
“You like holding me down?” he asked, his voice rough, sending skitters of desire over her skin.
She had no illusion that she had any power over him, knew he could flip her in an instant, take over, and she wouldn’t mind it. But right now...she pumped her hips over his, up and down his dick, shifting so it stroked the inside of her channel just so, right there, God, right there.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So wet. I want to come inside you, Grace.”
His words, in that husky voice, made her wetter, made her ride harder. She straightened, releasing his arms, and he immediately gripped her hips, guiding her over him, moving into her, fucking, bucking, skin slapping skin. Sweat slickened her body, and she lifted her hair off her neck, which made him groan in appreciation.He glided one hand up her waist to pinch her nipple, then down between her legs.
The light touch of his callused finger on her clit made her pussy clench, and she pistoned her hips faster, moving into his caress, her clit swelling against his strokes until everything centered around the pleasure he offered her. With a mad thrust of her hips, she took it, taking him deep as the orgasm pulsed through her, tightening her muscles, slicking their bodies.
Before the orgasm ended, she was on her back and
His nostrils flared as she reversed their positions, stripping his shirt open, rubbing her bare breasts against him as she tugged it down his arms. He chuckled when she bent her head to swipe her tongue down his sternum. Mm, salty male.
She stepped back and stripped off her shirt and bra in a less-than-graceful motion. He responded by peeling off his jeans and laying back on the bed, his cock gloriously hard. She stripped off her own jeans as he watched, his hand lightly stroking his erection, and she crawled onto the bed with him.
“Condom,” she whispered.
“Wallet,” he countered, and she twisted around to retrieve one as he rubbed his fingertips up the insides of her thighs to her pussy.
She spread her legs wider to welcome his touch, the invasion of his fingers. He watched her face as he fucked her with two fingers, flicking her clit with his thumb, then pulling his slick fingers free to circle her rosebud. She held his gaze when he slipped one finger into the tight ring of muscles, bordering between pleasure and pain. She moved against his hand, growing wetter at his invasion, knowing if she let him, he’d make it good for her. They’d done it before, her first time, and he’d loved it.
She edged her hips out of his reach, removing his touch.
“Tonight, I’m in charge.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, and rested his hands on either side of his head as she opened the condom and rolled it on him, squeezing the base of his shaft until he lifted his hips toward her hand.
Now that she had control, she wasn’t sure where to take it. She leaned over him and played her lips over his a moment, then lowered her mouth to his throat, letting her hair fall against his chest, slide over his skin until he closed his hands on her hips and dragged her toward his cock.
She straightened to look down at him, moving her hands over his skin before she reached between them and brought him to her, slid down on him, closing her eyes to savor the stretch of her body to accommodate him, the depth of his erection. She rolled her hips as she settled onto him, opened her eyes to see his jaw tight, nostrils flared.
“I need you to move, sweetheart.”
She pulled his hands from her waist and leaned over him, hands braced on his broad wrists on the mattress. “Don’t you come yet.”
He rolled his eyes back in his head as she tightened her muscles around him. She started with a sultry rhythm, keeping him as deep as she could for as long as she could, loving the way the head of his cock rubbed just right deep inside her. He shifted his arms beneath her hands, but she pinned them more firmly to the bed.
“You like holding me down?” he asked, his voice rough, sending skitters of desire over her skin.
She had no illusion that she had any power over him, knew he could flip her in an instant, take over, and she wouldn’t mind it. But right now...she pumped her hips over his, up and down his dick, shifting so it stroked the inside of her channel just so, right there, God, right there.
“So wet,” he murmured. “So wet. I want to come inside you, Grace.”
His words, in that husky voice, made her wetter, made her ride harder. She straightened, releasing his arms, and he immediately gripped her hips, guiding her over him, moving into her, fucking, bucking, skin slapping skin. Sweat slickened her body, and she lifted her hair off her neck, which made him groan in appreciation.He glided one hand up her waist to pinch her nipple, then down between her legs.
The light touch of his callused finger on her clit made her pussy clench, and she pistoned her hips faster, moving into his caress, her clit swelling against his strokes until everything centered around the pleasure he offered her. With a mad thrust of her hips, she took it, taking him deep as the orgasm pulsed through her, tightening her muscles, slicking their bodies.
Before the orgasm ended, she was on her back and
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