I moan out loud as he pushes himself into me, hard and controlled. He holds himself in as I adjust to him. I can almost feel him pressing against my cervix. He leans down to kiss me and bites my bottom lip again.
“I was going to take you hard and fast because that’s what you want, but I want to take my time with you, Sara.” He slowly thrust in and out of me, kissing me the whole time. Oh god, I loved the man’s tongue on me as much as I loved his cock inside me.
I pull him closer to me and wrap my legs around him and my arms around his neck. We couldn’t be any closer together if we tried.
“F-u-c-k!”
I moan, dragging each of the letters out. I’m panting now, and I don’t care how I sound. I love what he’s doing to me. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls out.
“Fuck.” I say again, lifting my head up to look at him.
Standing up, he shakes his head and laughs. The look on his face tells me he was on the verge of coming.
“We could both be happy right now.”
I know I’m playing a dangerous game.
“Where would the fun in that be?"
“Ok, I could have been happy right now.”
“Hmm, you could.”
He kisses down my neck, nipping at me as he moves.
I push my breasts against him, knowing he loves to play with them as much as I love it. My guy. Definitely a boob guy. He lets me roll him over, and now it’s my turn.
I kiss the side of his neck, the same way he did to me. I can taste sweat on his skin as my tongue travels along his rock hard body. My tongue circles his nipples and he laughs.
So Mr. Sexy Pants has a weakness.
I do it again on the other side, and he grabs hold of my hips. He’s trying to move my hips, so I’m straddling him again, but he’s the one who wanted to extend this.
“I can feel how wet you are dripping onto my stomach.”
I rub myself on him, and he groans again. I love it.
I lean over his body, ready to lift myself onto his cock when he grabs hold of both my breasts and plays with them in his hands.
“Don’t move.”
He says as he lifts his head to take one in his mouth.
That feels so fucking good.
“I thought. You. Wanted. Me. To. Ride. You.” I moan.
He spanks my ass with the hand not currently being occupied with one of my breasts.
I yelp, and he does it again. I’m getting wetter, and I did not think that was possible. I can feel it running down my thigh. He keeps spanking me and I keep yelping. And I’ve never been so fucking happy.
“Now I need you on my cock, and Sara.”
I nod at him.
“Don’t act like it's not what you want, either.”
I smile at him as I lower myself onto him. Pushing every hard inch of him in, so slowly it’s bordering on torture.