Kissing him again resulted in his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me as if he was trying to decide if it were a dream or not and then looked down at my hand, stroking him over his pants.
“Is she gone?” he asked in a hushed whisper.
I switched hands, letting my other hand stroke him as I pulled the blankets down off my body. As it was revealed, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He looked back to me and then kissed me hard. I put one hand on his chest and pushed him back down, moving my lips down his chest.
Gerry reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, and I flicked my tongue in the ridges of his muscles. One hand slid between my thighs, and I froze as the intense sensation of his thick, knowledgeable fingers found my clit. Slowly, he began to swirl, and a shot of adrenaline rushed through me. I yanked at his sweatpants until they came down, and his massive, erect cock sprung out at me.
Diving down toward him, I took him into my mouth with a satisfied moan. He groaned up above, and I began to bob up and down on him, letting my tongue swirl at the top and lick up the sticky, sweet fluid at the tip. His groans of pleasure only emboldened me further, and I stroked him into my mouth as I moved up and down on him, one hand sliding below to massage his balls.
Suddenly, I felt his hands on my hips, moving me, nearly lifting me and pulling my bottom toward his face. He moved me so that I straddled his face and then pulled me down to him. Instantly, a sensation so strong that it made me stop in place took over my body as his tongue slid through my folds and found my pearl. Licking in swirling powerful and then soft motions, he massaged my clit, and I was taken by the need to take him deep inside my throat.
Gagging on his huge member, I pulled him out and took a deep breath. The sensations were overwhelming, and I could barely keep control. His hands were on each cheek and simultaneously holding me in place as well as peeling me open and giving his tongue access to my throbbing pussy. It slid inside me, and I moaned so deeply, I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. It was like his body was made for the purpose of pleasuring mine, and as I stroked him in my hand, I licked the head of his cock before taking it deeper into my throat again.
It was too much. His tongue pleasuring me, his cock brushing against my throat as he filled my entire hand—it was all I could take. The tension of a massive climax built instantly and exploded, making my toes curl and a muffled moan escape my lips. I bucked and shook as he held me in place until I took him out of my mouth and pressed myself up.
Wiggling quickly, I turned myself around and mounted him. His eyes burned into mine as I lowered myself down onto him. With one quick motion, he was inside me, and I cried out in absolute pleasure.
The head of his cock was buried so deeply that I had to hold myself somewhat aloft. It was almost too much. The pressure, the pleasure, all mixing together in one explosive sensation that I felt like I might hyperventilate. I let myself sit there, adjusting to him, my body slowly opening more space inside for him to slide into as I gently lowered myself even further down on him.
Collapsing forward, I pressed a kiss to his lips. Taking the chance to gain control, he held me tight to him, rocking his hips down and then back up into me. It was slow and gentle, but my body was on fire. Every thrust was another intense mini orgasm. I craved them. I needed him to take that control and show me how desirable I was to him. How much he wanted it.
He seemed to understand. Folding both of my arms behind me, he began to thrust harder, holding me tight so I couldn’t move. The sounds that bubbled up from inside me were desperate, needful sounds. I wanted him to pound into me. I wanted the extent of his power.
Suddenly, he rolled, and I was on my back. As he hovered over me, I felt my body tingle with the anticipation. Grabbing my legs, he folded me in half, pressing his lips into mine as he crushed me. Then his cock slammed into me, and I felt my world explode.
He fucked me, hard, his breath hot and heavy on the crook of my neck. He moaned with the effort, and sounds spilled out of me that were carnal and unfamiliar. My body rocked with him, and soon I felt the wave building again. Like the ocean, it was unstoppable, but it took its time, building, swirling and then exploding. Like the foam on the shore, I felt tingles flow through every inch of my body as I came over and over again.