I feel like a teenager, ready to come from just that contact alone. I’m not ready for that just yet. I have bigger plans for her. I need to slow this down.
I lift her off of me. She’s pliable, like putty in my hands, bending to my will. I lay her face down on the couch. She stretches out her limbs like a happy cat. I lift her skirt, exposing the most perfect heart-shaped ass I’ve ever seen. I love how confident she is with her body. She doesn’t even flinch as I spread her legs, exposing her.
I pull off her panties. They’re dripping with her arousal. I kiss the smooth skin of her ass. She giggles when I gently bite her. I want to flip her over my lap and spank her, but she’s not ready for that just yet. Instead, I slip a finger into her from behind. She moans, raising her hips to give me better access. She rides my finger as deep as it will go and gasps when I add a second. She’s so slick she leaves a damp spot on the couch and my finger glistens in the early evening light. The smell of her is an addictive perfume. I breathe her in, fill my lungs with it, try to burn it into my memory.
I pull my fingers out of her and lick them. Just as I expected, she’s tastes as delicious as she smells. When I tease my fingers into her again, her tight little pussy squeezes me as she adjusts to the intrusion. I can’t take it anymore. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it from base to tip, spreading a drop of precum around the sensitive tip. I lean back on the couch, taking my time to pump my fingers inside, and keeping the same rhythm, I stroke my cock. I feel a fresh burst of moisture around my fingers, and my cock grows uncomfortably hard. I can’t take it anymore. I have to be inside her.
I lean over close to her face, and drag my finger out of her pussy, searching for her clit. I find it, hot and swollen under my finger, and watch her face contort as I rub around it, my finger so slick it easily glides over the sensitive nub.
“I want to fuck you,” I say. “I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she says in a breathy plea. “Please.
I don’t waste a second. I lower my pants below my hips while supporting myself above her. I drag my cock up her wet seam, coating myself in her juices. I stop for a beat and let the head just barely enter her, resting at her hot hole. I want to dive into her, but this moment of anticipation is too exquisite to rush. Just as I’m about to lose control, she angles her hips up off the couch, an invitation to fuck her, a request I’ll happily oblige.
I grab her hips, hard enough that my knuckles are white and I’m afraid I’ll leave a mark, and with a swift hard thrust, I plunge into her, instantly surrounded by white heat.
She’s immediately screaming and wild, her hips driving back to meet me thrust for thrust, and even though I want to make this last, I’m going to give her exactly what she wants.
Her screams only make me want to go harder, faster, and she’s loving it. I give her a gentle slap on the ass to test her tolerance. She yelps and raises her ass to me. I smile, spanking her harder. This time it leaves a red mark behind. That’s as far as I’m going to take it, but I know eventually, this girl will give into me fully. I want to push her to her limits.
I reluctantly pull out and turn her onto her back. It’s time to unwarp this present. I drag a finger down her chest, to the cleavage exposed by her button-down shirt. These tits are all I’ve been thinking about today, ever since I ran into her in the staircase this morning. She’d left the top two buttons undone, and I got a nice view of luscious tits. My cock ached all day wondering if she’d done that just for me. Slowly, I unbutton her shirt, revealing a lace black bra. Her pink nipples show through, hard and pert. I undo the clasp behind her back and her big breasts spill out.
I can’t wait to have one of those nipples in my mouth, so I dive right in, sucking, nipping. She squirms under my tongue and teeth. I continue my exploration, sliding my tongue over the mound of her breast, inhaling her scent deeply. I circle my tongue around and around her nipple, watching the skin pebble around it and her nipple flush a darker shade of pink. Her hands are in my hair, and she’s breathing quickly, moaning softly whenever I take her nipple between my lips and suck. I slide down her chest to her flat stomach, lingering at her bellybutton, peppering her tummy with kisses and licks, and watching as her stomach rises and falls as she inhales sharply. I unzip her tight skirt and shimmy it down her hips before tossing it onto the floor. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. I’m drunk on it. Finally my prize is unwrapped, and her smooth pussy is an inch from my lips. My mouth waters thinking about the first taste, how she’ll feel on my tongue. I kiss the soft, delicate skin as if it could break under the weight of my lips, though I know it won’t. I kiss and lick up and down her pussy before I spread open her lips to reveal the luscious wet, pink folds within.