“I’m asking” she replied.
“Yes, sitting on it and grinding on it, but you haven’t taken it. Your actions imply that you’re asking when you never have to.”
She giggled seductively, nibbling on my bottom lip before closing it between a playful bite. She had me begging, not in words, but with my body which was a shuttering blaze of energy that needed her smooth handling.
The tip of her tongue trailed the edge of my lobe. “Help me with this top,” she whispered. I had her top up and over her head in seconds. Her full breasts with their dark, hard tips were begging for the attention that I gladly gave.
I teased the first one with the tip of my tongue before I kissed it, then proceeded to pinch it between my teeth before I sucked away the ache of the sting that played out on her face. She was so tasty and sweet, I took a lingering sip from each tip, squeezing them between my lips, and loving them with my tongue.
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” I whispered against the wetness I left around her nipple before I took the other into my mouth. Our breathing was already an unrehearsed chorus of songs floating throughout our bedroom. She kept the slow grind that had my dick throbbing with a sweltering heat that threatened to burn away the material of my shorts.
“This is hot. So fucking hot and good. I’ve never had it like this. With slow passion and the sense of knowing how deep you’re going to let me go.” We weren’t even fucking yet, and she had my dick smiling.
“Me either,” she whispered hotly in my ear. “You make me want you so fucking bad. And your senses are on point because all I could think about when I got home was how good it would be to have your dick buried deep inside me. I’ve never had dick this fucking good.”
“Shit.” She was close to getting me off with foreplay, a game I had never had an interest in before.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Her lust-heavy eyes were locked on mine and her bottom lip was secured between her teeth. She reached down between us, taking a hold of my shorts that were thankfully loose-fitting, and tugged.
I lifted, taking her up as I helped to get them down enough for my dick to spring free. It was so full of pulsing need that the ache of anticipation made me breathless. I gripped her underwear, preparing to ease them from her body.
“Rip them,” she said, the heat in her eyes set my pulse on fire. I tangled my fingers in the material of her pale pink panties and with a hard yank had them gripped in my fist. Our groans mingled with the action as the sound of them tearing added to our charged heat. She clasped my face between her fingers as she eased up, aligning my dick at her opening
“My Mecca,” slipped out, right when she had the head, licking her wet, hot lips. We kept our gazes glued to each other’s while my dick was aimed and ready to enter those pearly gates of hers. She dipped a bit, letting the head tip inside, making my eyes roll in my head and my breath catch.
“Eyes on me,” she called out, making my eyes snap back open. With my chin pinched between her fingers, she wanted to see my reaction. Her body dipped, making her inner thighs slide against the tops of my legs as she lowered and allowed her heavenly heat to coat my dick with her tight caress.
Once she had me fully seated, her pussy suctioned me into an even tighter caress, closing around me, trapping me within the confines of her wet hotness and letting me know I was home. The rush of my breaths could no longer keep pace with my pounding heartbeat.
This was bliss, an experience created with only Mecca. This wasn’t sex. This was a mind and body trip into Mecca’s world. Once she had me seated as deeply as I could go, she sat in place, her inner muscles contracting around my dick, making my heart palpitate desperately against my ribcage while I fought to keep eye contact with her.
Her hand slid from my face and across one of my shoulders as the other glided around my neck, cupping the back of my head. Even her hand tracing along my skin enticed a reaction, pulling pleasure from every pore.
When she waved her body in a hula-hoop motion, burying my dick deeper while massaging it in her snug caress, I thought I would die. I choked on pleasure, coughing to get air into my body.
“Shit. Mecca. Fuck, that feels good.”
A deep inhale of pleasure stopped the breath that was in a hurry to get out. This woman knew how to unlock a special kind of ecstasy that drove me wild, and kept me craving more, wanting more, and never wanting her to stop.
Captivated, my body blended with hers and had me falling into the grooves of her rhythm and following her hot juicy flow. She had set off a fire that was coursing through my veins and leaving a trail of pleasurable heat in its wake. My fingers sank into the flow of her movements, the touch relaxing my body but not easing my mind.
“You’re so wet. Jesus, Mecca.”
“You’re so deep, it’s making my pussy cry. And throb. And ache. Fuck, I can’t get enough,” she cried with a heated whisper. “It hurts, but it feels so good. Makes no fucking sense.”
We enjoyed the sensual dance, our energies swirling, our bodies indulging in the untapped resources we each discovered in the other. The sight of our mingling skin tones produced an erotic swirl that went straight to my head and spiked my arousal.
We were building a lifetime together because me being inside her, was the peace I never expected to find. She was the greatest source of power on earth with the ability to make me vulnerable, to make me feel, and to make me care so deeply I would do anything for her.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck!”
She sped up the rhythm, riding me so hard and deep I was starting to suffocate on the pleasure racing through me. Ass groping, hips rotating, pussy clenching, dick jerking, back bowed, face stressed, body tensed, and mouth hanging open in awe.
My fucking balls had pulled so tight, I was afraid to let go for fear they would release and stop my heart.
“My lovely pussy. I’m about to come.”
“Me too. Mr. Good Dick,” she whispered hot against my neck as her riding rhythm increased to a maddening tempo. The grip I had on her plump ass was so tight, my hands ached and I was sure she would end up with my fingerprints permanently tattooed there.