I brought my fingers into play, sliding one into her slit as I went back to sucking on her clit.
From the shaking of her body, I knew that she was holding back. Her breathing was hard, desperate for more.
I gave it to her.
I slid my finger to her front wall, right towards her G-spot, and she sang for me.
I had never heard anything more beautiful. Beethoven had nothing on the girl I had screaming beneath me on this bed. She was an enchantress, seducing me with her delicious body. I was going to lick it up. All of it.
Slow and Sweet
Naelle
I was breathing as if I had just run a marathon. My wrists chafed a little where I had pulled against the belt while in the throes of ecstasy. I didn’t care, though. A little pleasure with my pain was just fine.
He bit me on my upper thigh, and I screamed. I wanted to move so badly, but I couldn’t.
He stopped licking my pussy, and instead he kissed his way up my body.
“I have been neglecting these beautiful breasts,” he said, pinching my nipples. “I think that’s something that I’m going to fix.”
I watched his hair as he bit my breasts, gently nipping at first. Then, he started savagely biting me. The sensation went on a straight line down to my core, as if he were sending exploding rockets of sensation right into me.
I loved it. I wanted to arch my back up under him, but I had promised to be still. I couldn’t control how hard I was breathing, though.
He shifted down my body, and he threw my legs over his shoulders.
“Enough. I love tonguing your body, b
ut I think it’s time for the main course.”
I felt the hard crown of his cock touch my slit. I was wet, very wet, but he was so big.
I didn’t know if he was going to fit.
“I don’t...”
He interrupted me by shoving everything inside of me.
I screamed in pain and pleasure. They raced neck and neck and caught me in unbearable sensation. I couldn’t keep my promise not to move anymore, though my range of motion was severely limited by this position, I pushed my hips up at him, and he pushed me back with equal force, enough force to break the bed.
His eyes stared straight into mine. There was something tender and loving in his face, though his body was taking me as roughly as possible, in a hard rhythm that would leave me sore for days.
I felt a rush of precome spill inside of me, and my body was warmed from the inside out. He stretched my legs as he pushed harder and deeper inside of me, parting my slick folds. The scent of sex was everywhere.
He went for it in earnest now. Instead of a hard rhythm, he switched to animalistic, irregular thrusts. I knew he was getting close.
His hand went between my legs to find my clit. He rubbed it, and I couldn’t help it. An explosion of white fire filled my brain, and I panted as my body fluttered and contracted around him.
He moved so that he was flat on me, my toes touching the bed. He slammed into me with as much force as he could muster. The slap of skin filled my ears and turned me on, though I’d already had my orgasm.
He stopped and withdrew from me.
Before I could react, I could feel the belt attached to the headboard loosening. He let my wrists go, but he spun my body beneath his so that I was flat on my stomach, facedown on the bed.
“Bend your knees under you,” he commanded.
I shivered as a pulse of desire went down my spine. I bent my knees.