“I’m going to give you two orgasms tonight,” he said. His voice was rough, like he was holding back. “Give me the first one, Sinclair.” He dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth as he continued to rub my hard clit. His dick pulsed inside me and I was off like a rocket.
I cried out as pleasure broke through, flooding through my body. I rocked and convulsed, moaning as my orgasm careened through me.
“Fuck yeah…fuck yeah… God, you come so hard.”
I let out shuddering breaths as the orgasm subsided. He said he’d give me two, which wasn’t something he’d done before. I wasn’t sure my heart, lungs and pussy could take another one.
I guessed he learned some skills in the ten years he’d been gone. I hated the idea that he’d been with other women, but he was a man after all. A sexy man at that. It probably hadn’t been hard to find a willing woman when he had the urge.
His head rested on my chest as he took in a few deep breaths. His dick felt gargantuan inside me. It had to be painful for him.
“I’ve had a fantasy,” he murmured against my chest.
“Oh?”
He looked up at me, his hands kneading my nipples again. And goodness, if my pussy didn’t flare to life again.
“Of you riding me under this oak tree.”
“I’d have just done that if you’d let me.”
He sucked one nipple deep into his mouth and then let it go with a wet pop. “I’m going to let you now. But you have to come on me again. I want you to take me over.”
He lay back and slid both his hands up my thighs. He pushed them open, using his thumb to rub my clit again, and the other thumb rubbed along the inside of my pussy lips. His dick twitched and pulsed inside me.
“Touch your tits.”
I’d never done that in front of him before and I felt a little self-conscious.
It must have shown in my face because he said, “Do you ever touch yourself?”
I nodded.
“Do you touch your tits?”
“Yes.” Feeling more confident, I slid my hands up over my belly to cup my breasts.
“What do you think about?” he asked, his thumbs still rubbing, his dick still pulsing.
“You.”
“What am I doing?”
“Fucking me.”
He groaned.
I pinched my nipples and I felt it straight to my center. “I need to ride you, Wyatt.”
“Do what you want, Sinclair. Take me to heaven, baby.”
I rose up on my knees and then lowered down. I wanted to take my time, but each time I rode him, the need to pick up the pace increased exponentially.
“Oh God…” I leaned forward, pressing my hands on his chest as I let my body take over and do what it wanted. I was wild with need, riding him hard and fast, my pussy coiling tighter and tighter around him.
“Yes…more…faster…baby… Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His fingers gripped my hips tight as he urged me to move faster. His hips bucked up, our bodies slamming together.
I cried out as he thrust up and everything in my body exploded. My pussy clamped down tight, exquisite pleasure radiated out until I was high on it.