I lick again, and she whimpers, “Please.”
I lick the right and, as she moans, her hips bucking forward, mine retreating back a bit rise against me.
“Damn it Angelo,” she hisses and I suck her her tight, little nipple in and bite down, “Oh God, yes, A—”
I push into her and she bites down on my biceps and cries out.
I cup her right breast, squeezing the soft, round globes of flesh, and her hands grip my hair.
“Oh, God... Oh, dear God.” She pulls my head closer to her breast, and I squeeze her tit harder, suck harder, while meeting her thrusts.
“Yes, oh, yes,” she whimpers, pulling my elastic band from my hair, tossing it and tangling her fingers into it as I thrust in, deeper.
We set a rhythm, hard, deep, slow.
“Feels,” she pants, “so good.”
She licks her lips and looks at mine, so I kiss her.
She travels her hands down my back to my ass as her legs wrap tighter around me while I continue tasting her lips, her mouth. I grind against her as she grinds against me.
“So fucking good,” I growl. “Feels so fucking good.”
When I am almost ready to come, I pull away from the kiss and look at her.
“I want you to,” she pleads.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Please, Angelo,” she tightens her legs around me. “Come for me. Come in me.”
“No condom.” I say between clenched teeth.
“I know.”
“You want another.” I nod.
“Do you?” she whimpers as I push in deeper.
“I want everything with you. For now, for always, I want you and everything else I can get. You are my good in a world full of bad.”