It would have been too much.
Mimi broke the kiss and began to stroke my dick with a precision and pressure that damn near killed me. I wanted in this woman so bad that it was the most delicious, sensual torture I’d ever known. My hips lifted and I groaned.
“Fuck, Mimi.”
All the blood in my head rushed south and all I could feel was this connection between her body and mine. We weren’t even having sex yet.
She released me and then slid over my dick with her core, rubbing against it as my body reacted and I lifted off the mattress, connecting with her enough that I felt the dampness of her arousal.
“I need you, baby. I’m about to lose my shit.”
She let out a loud laugh and then reached for my cock, lining me up at her slick entrance. Slowly, she began to lower herself. An inch at a time, I filled her, sliding inside the warmth and softness of her pussy. I must have blacked out because I had no idea how I didn’t start thrusting wildly because she was the one that spoke first.
“You’re so big. I feel full in the best of ways.”
Damn. “You’ve got the best pillow talk, baby.”
Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. “I’m going to start moving, okay?”
“Please,” I groaned, nearly falling apart.
Mimi’s hips began to swivel as she rode me, grinding down as she found a rhythm she liked. Her pussy grew slicker as the natural lubrication in her body increased the more that she relaxed.
Her tits bounced and it was the sweetest torture not to reach out play with her nipples. I couldn’t quite reach with my tongue but I tried, managing to lick her enough that she squirmed.
“I’ve got to move too,” I warned.
“Do it.”
The beast inside me unleashed and I began pumping hard, lifting off the mattress as much as I was able as I slid into her pussy over and over again. One of the ties pulled free and I reached for her hip, cursing as she gripped my hand and we both moaned.
“Oh, God, I’m so close,” she announced, increasing the speed that she moved those talented hips.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, watching the way she leaned back and how my cock was thrusting up into her, claiming Mimi as mine with every stroke. “I want to see you play with that clit.”
Her hand dipped down and she strummed that sensitive bundle of nerves, rocking faster as the pleasure intensified.
“Dale!” she shouted and I was glad that her body convulsed, fluids gushing as the proof of her orgasm drenched us both because I
was ready to explode.
My body finished at the same time, pumping her full of my cum and it gave me a triumphant caveman satisfaction to know that I branded her as mine, giving a part of me I never dared to share with another. My game was always pull-out. Until now.
The idea of kids suddenly wasn’t so bad as I stared into her eyes, chest heaving, and finding the love that I felt reflected back. She tamed me and didn’t even know it. I belonged to her as much as I claimed her and Naomi Lyla Peters was gonna be my wife someday.
I didn’t doubt that she would make a perfect ol’ lady too.
My free arm wrapped around her waist and I held her, placing a kiss on her head.
“Gotta tell you something, sunshine.”
Her head lifted and the smile that graced her lips lived up to the nickname I gave her the day we met. “Me too.”
“Oh? You wanna go first?”
She flushed. “No.”
“Gotta untie my other hand first.”