An involuntary snarl rips from my throat simply because she’s not yet on my dick. I hoist up those squeezable hips and let her take control.
“Let me see you do it. Take it in slowly, and let me watch.”
“Oh my god,” she breathes, but obeys. Leela positions herself over my cock and settles herself over the tip.
I barely have control of my mouth as I coach her along. “Take it in. That’s it. Oh, god, you’re so wet. Hot. Wet.”
“You’re throbbing, Crosby.”
“For you, Kitten. All I do is twitch and throb and come and wish I was inside you.”
She takes in the first inch, and already her welcoming cunt is snug and warm, just like her mouth.
“Baby,” I blurt. “So tight.”
I must keep touching her, keep feeling her softness under my hands. Leela is so warm and smooth, so fucking delectable, with a body that reacts to every touch, kiss, and breath.
I roll her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers as she takes in more.
I’m shattered almost instantly by her tight wetness as she fully impales herself on my cock. Slowly, together, we begin grinding. I might explode from happiness, and if I die with her on top of me like this, I will die a happy man.
“Leela, give me your hands,” I rasp. We weave our fingers together while she thrusts down on me, and my hips arc off the bed in response. In midair, our clasped hands keep us steady with our slow rhythmic grinding. Our eyes remain locked onto each other. And still, I need more. I place her hands on her breasts.
“Let me see you touch yourself.”
Without question, she does this. I lower my hand between her thighs and thumb her clit.
She squeals, and we buck against each other. I can’t help but notice the wetness surging from her pussy dripping down my cock as I push in and out, as she thrusts up and down.
We gradually increase our pace, even when I pull her close to me. I just need to feel her against my chest and kiss her mouth.
When I tell you there is nothing in this world, this whole universe, like kissing Leela while fucking her, you’ll have to take my word for it. Because nobody is going to know this experience but me. She’s mine. She makes me feel like a king because she’s my queen and doesn’t know it yet.
Sure, she might have an inkling. I see the glint in her eye. But it’s glazed over with lust and only growing with every stroke of my thumb and every thrust of my hips.
“Let me see you squeeze your nipples,” I command.
Leela obeys, and the sight sends me hurtling toward a cracking release.
Shit, Kitten. I’m gonna come.”
Leela arches her back, thrusting her lovely tits forward, her mouth falling open as she mewls and cries out my name.
And then, she reaches a hand behind her back and lower, swiping her fingers over my ass and into it.
I jet into her with a loud roar, coming in hot streams into her drenched, tight pussy.
Her wicked fingers tease over my tight, sensitive hollow, rocketing me through a powerful release.
“Kitten. Fuck me.”
My thumb still working over her clit, I thrust one more time, so hard she falls forward onto my chest, crying out my name.
“Crosby! Fuck!”
I feel her orgasm pound through her, the walls of her sex contracting around me with delicious tightness. Her taut muscles milk all the cum out of me, and I hold her to me as her orgasm rolls through her. I kiss the top of her head until she catches her breath.
Trembling, I kiss her mouth, both of us heaving and sweating and covered in each other’s sweat, saliva, and spend.