Confusion clouds his face; it takes a few seconds to understand what I mean.
“Yeah, okay,” he says as he backs away from me.
Hopping off the counter quickly and skipping, I beat him in the race to the sofa, my knees with my chest against the back of the couch. I grab the yellow pillow and throw it between my legs towards the front of my opening, placing it perfectly against the top of my clit.
I arch my back and bend it until it feels like it might break. Bradley’s hands clutch my hips, and he thrusts into me hard. He's showing off because he feels like he has to prove himself.
I can't blame him because I do the same thing. The only difference is that I'm better at it than he is.
“You're so hot, Ella,” he says.
Brad fucks me hard. He's hammering into me as if I'm a fucking sidewalk that needs pulverizing. Break me down and make me new.
It doesn’t feel bad. On the contrary, it feels much better from this angle. I can tilt my body back and forth to hit the spot because God knows he'll never find it if I leave it up to him. With one hand at the top of the sofa, I hold myself in place as I take the other free hand and move the pillow. I immediately feel the shocking pull of the fabric as it drags against my clit and gives the most delicious sensation.
No wonder she fucks this thing all the time. I pace myself while stroking it. Slow, slow, fast, slow, fast, slow, fast. Down, up. It’s building up inside of me. I'm thinking about Charlie again and how her chest blooms red when she's close to the precipice.
While my nipples are pale pink, Charlotte’s are a more vibrant shade, especially when they're on alert. The way they look with the sun gleaming in as they hardened underneath her fingers, sending goosebumps across her chest and down her legs. It's all up to me. My pleasure is my own. If I had to rely on a man alone, he’d mess it up. At least all the men I've been with lately.
Charlie's tanned legs and the muscle lines come to the front of my mind again. Seeing her in those barely-there, little soccer shorts as she's playing on the field. How her hair messily sneaks out of her ponytail. Sweat glistens and rolls down her face and neck. I know it is heading to her cleavage.
The way she looks after she's off the field, and I've taken her home as we have a victory celebration drink because she won her game. My favorite part is when she pulls her hair out of a ponytail, letting it fall all around her, cascading dark chocolate waves. Charlie rarely wears any makeup, and she doesn't have to. Her green eyes glow like gems when the light hits them just right. The Golden flecks top it like a cherry on a sundae.
Charlotte’s mouth never fails to capture my attention with its very pronounced Cupid's bow, a thin upper lip but a lower that makes up for it in volume. My thighs involuntarily squeeze as I think of how much I crave running my tongue over her lips. She has a cute, sloped nose with the perfect sprinkling of freckles. Charlie always seems to be blushing. She's so insecure; it hurts because she's so beautiful to me.
My fantasy plays the most often as us being back in her apartment after her game.Charlotte’s hair is down. She has dirt smeared across her cheeks, legs, and arms. She slowly takes off her uniform. Curtain bangs frame her face, and her cheeks glow fresh from the day’s exertion and the sun.
Once she’s naked and I get to see her in all her glory, it is when I come undone. Her breasts are about a cup size bigger than my own. Her ass, magnificently full and round as she turns pivots her body. The perfect balance of muscle and fat. My hands crave to trace her hourglass figure.
During my fantasy, she is on the couch in the same position I'm in right now, except I’m behind her. My tongue licks up her legs as I spread them apart, shoving my face into her ass hole, plunging my tongue deep. I imagine she'd give a girlish yelp because she's never had that done to her before. And I want to be her first. In this dream, I tongue her ass while I alternate between applying pressure to the sides of her pussy and letting my fingers tickle her clit. Just enough to make her want more. When she inevitably sighs, I glide a finger inside her pussy and feel her inner walls quake around me.
We are so fucking close.
I pump the pillow furiously.
“Oh yeah, please don’t stop,” I huff out to him.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah. I do. It feels so fucking good.”
I’m back in my fantasy, wrapped up in nothing but Charlotte.She's closer, and I add another finger to fill her further. I finger fuck her hard enough, a little softer than I’d do to myself. I want to make it feel good for her. I need to give her just enough pleasure, just enough pain. And we both know that it's only painful because I'm not giving her any release yet.
I use my free hand, glide it up and down her legs, and then slide it over her ass. I continue up her muscular back as she flips her hair back to the side, tilting her head ever so slightly. Finally, I grab her thick locks in my hand and pull enough to make her moan again as I take my time, slowly stroking the inside of her wet pussy with my fingers.
It is best to ease a good girl into something like this. I let go of her hair and let my hand reach the front of her body. I find my objective, a handful of Charlotte's hefty breasts. It feels lovely, as if made for my hands only. Her perfectly perky little nipples await my fingers, and I tease around them softly and stroke them in sync with the timing of my fingers stroking her insides.
My mouth and fingers tag team her just right. I can feel her building up as I'm building up myself. I tug her nipples more. Finally, I give her what I know she needs, moving my hand slightly. My tongue dances against her clitoris, tickling it. Charlotte explodes into my mouth as I hold her hostage. She lets out the most delicious moans.
She's mine.
“I’m coming, Charlie!” I shout.
Chapter 5
Brad predictively and immediately loses his load, coming rather theatrically with me.
“What the fuck, Ella?” he says as he stumbles back, his hard cock dripping cum.