My head falls back and hits the wall, but the only thing I feel is pleasure. His skillful tongue works intensely to give me what I want the most.
Alex's hands squeeze my ass as he bites my clit. I scream right away and start coming all over his face.
This time I didn't even last a minute before my climax. What is weirder is that I want to have sex with him even more now.
"Now you may undress me," he says with a smile, carefully placing me on the ground.
When I almost fall because my head is spinning, he grabs me in his arms once again and puts me on the bed, standing next to the edge of it so I can reach out and undress him.
"Are you sure that you're ready for this, champ?" he asks, leaning closer and looking into my eyes. "You know I can wait as long as it takes if you're not..."
"Stop talking and let me take off your pants." I interrupt him because he’s already pissing me off with those empty words.
He laughs in response and stands still, letting me do what I want.
"Take off your T-shirt," I command while working with his pants. He silently and slowly takes it off, his smile becoming bigger. When his eight-pack becomes visible, I take a moment to run my hand over his perfect torso.
When I take off his jeans, slowly, torturously, my gaze doesn't leave his, and I see how his eyes start burning with desire. His dick jumps inside of his pants under the caress of my fingers, and I look down. I can't believe how huge it is, even though it's still inside his boxers.
"Scared, baby?" he asks playfully as if reading my mind.
When I look up at him again, he winks at me.
"Shut up." I smile in response, sticking my fingers inside his waistband and making him groan with need. "And I'm not yourbaby. I'm yourchampion."
I remind him of my new nickname, the one I approved and the one I really like. I'm not his baby or his princess, those names are for other girls who played with dolls when they were little. While I watched swim competitions and dreamt of Michael Phelps.
"You're myeverything," he responds, this time without a smile on his face, probably to show me how serious he is.
My poor heart squeezes from those words, ready to burst out of my chest.
I say nothing and slowly start taking off his briefs without breaking our eye contact. Alex grabs me by the shoulders and squeezes them a little. And only when they are completely off do I look down at his cock.
It's perfect. Even though I've never seen one before, I know it is. I remember Samantha's "long, pink, perfect" quote from "Sex and the City." A girl knows a perfect dick when she sees it.
His abs tense, and his cock jumps once again, asking for my mercy.
"If you're ready, I want to be inside of you," he offers, grabbing my chin between his fingers and making me look up again.
"I'm ready, but you're not," I say with a mischievous smile, and before he realizes what I'm going to do, I take the head of his cock in my mouth.
He throws back his head, and a loud roar escapes his lips as his grip on my shoulders tightens.
"You're gonna kill me. I can barely stand," he says when I start licking it, taking his length in my palm. "Stop it, Gabi, I'm gonna come."
I feel his pre-cum in my mouth, and it creates butterflies in my belly with the awareness that I'm the reason for his erection.
I make a couple of strokes and licks, already waiting for his release, ready to swallow every single drop...
But then he pulls away abruptly and takes a step back.
"I want to be inside of you when I come," he says, breathing deeply and rapidly as if it's hard for him to even talk about it. "That's what I've dreamed of all this time."
My excitement overcomes me, and I nod silently in response. He comes closer again, grabs me by the waist, and throws me to the center of his king-sized bed.
"I want to be bare when I enter you," he continues, placing himself on top of me. "I've never done this with anyone else before. Will you let me?"
"Yes," I answer right away, unable to wait anymore. My voice is hoarse from desire. "I take pills to regulate my cycle, so don't worry."