“Ahhh!” I shriek, giggles taking over as he tickles and arouses me at the same time.
“You’re tryna make me cum,” he growls.
“Isn’t that the point?” I sass, leaning back.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” he holds both of his hands in the air.
Rising to my feet, I stand before him, my naked body pulsing with electric desire. Looking deep into his eyes, as he stares at me with those hooded blues, I bite my lip in anticipation of feeling his warm spunk all over my body.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, motioning toward the champagne.
“Pour it over your body,” he says calmly, his right hand stroking his cock slowly.
“What?” I ask, perplexed.
“Take the bottle of champagne and pour it over your body. Then come dance on me. I wanna cum on your ass,” he says as if that explains it all.
After a brief contemplation, I take the bottle of champagne, holding it at chest level, and let the cool liquid cascade over my body. The sensation is quite refreshing, enjoyable even.
“Now get over here and make me cum with that perfect ass,” he sits back, stretching his hands over the headrest of the sofa. Turning so that my back is facing him, I bend my knees, lowering my body until I feel his stiff cock at the crack of my ass. Gosh, he feels so warm and heavy, I want to feel him inside of me. I want to make him cum so hard, and I know just how to do it.
Moving seductively, I arch my back, dancing slowly to the music, my ass bumping against his manhood with every movement. His hands are in my hair, as my body slides over him, thanks to the champagne lubrication.
“You’re a fucking tease,” he groans, his hand gripping my ass as he pulls me closer to him.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I smirk before reaching behind me to spread my ass cheeks so that his thick member can fit between like a hot dog in a bun.
“Mmm,” he hums his approval as I begin to slide up and down his shaft, my back arching as I balance my weight on my knees leaning forward.
“You said you wanted to cum on my ass right?” I ask over my shoulder, but he’s too enthralled to notice. His attention is focused on my ass shaking with every gyration back and forth, up and down, and in circular motions. He hardens between my cheeks, and just when I feel he might explode, I slow my pace, grinding against him sensually.
“Fuck! I was about to cum,” he growls and I smirk, happy he can’t see my face.
Again, I work him up, moving my ass cheeks on his stiffness as his breathing grows erratic, his breath hitting the back of my neck as he groans deeply. His orgasm is building again, and I’m still not going to let him cum. Reaching b
ehind me, I squeeze my ass cheeks together before bouncing hard and fast on his length.
“Oh fuck! Just like that … I’m about to cum,” he groans, and I slow again.
“Are you fucking --,” he begins, and then he tugs my hair gently.
“What?” I ask innocently, peeking over my shoulder.
“Is this part of your little game?” he asks with raised eyebrows.
“Maybe. But the next time, I’m gonna let you cum all over me,” I assure him, and his eyes close slowly, seemingly forgiving my torture.
“Right there, baby,” he growls, gripping my hips so that I can’t lessen the friction.
“You like that?” I ask seductively.
“Fuck!” he bites out.
I reach behind and squeeze my ass cheeks, rising and falling on his cock as fast as I can manage. His hands are gripping each of my hips as he pulls me into him, his release just seconds away.
“Oh, baby!” I yell, the sensation pushing me towards my own climax, something that’s never happened without clitoral stimulation.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, baby,” he promises as he continues manhandling my small frame.