She tucked her hair behind her ears and then ran her hands over her breasts, circling her nipples. “Now what do you want me to do?”
Jeez, what a dream question.
“Come here.”
She stepped up to the bed, her attention sliding from his face, over his body, to his cock. It stayed there.
He patted his leg. “Sit.”
The mattress shifted slightly as she got into position, straddling his lap with her breasts jutting forward.
He swallowed, then licked his lips. His heart was thudding. “Touch my cock, Tammy. Fuck. I need you to do that.” A tremble went over his belly, and he clenched his fists.
She kind of smiled. Enjoying him being desperate? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He just needed her hands on him.
“Like this?” She bit on her bottom lip and wrapped both of her warm palms around his length.
“Ah, fuck.” He sucked in a breath. Her grip was firmer than he’d expected, but he wasn’t complaining. It was damn awesome. “Yeah … like that.”
“And like this?” She rubbed up to his glans then stroked over his slit. “Is that all right for you?”
He steeled himself. Any other woman did that, said that, he’d tip her onto her back and ram deep on one wild plunge to get all those urgent needs met in an instant. But he couldn’t do that with Tammy. She wasn’t ready for the wildness in him. So, he reached out and cupped her breasts in an effort to remove the mental image of him pounding into her tight pussy over and over.
“Feel good?” she asked, her voice low and sexy.
He closed his eyes. “You’ve got me on the fucking edge,you know that.”
She worked down his hard shaft, then up again, stroking, twisting her hands a little, making his balls ache with longing. “So, tell me what you need me to do.”
“Sit on my damn cock.” He hitched in a breath and opened his eyes. “I need to be inside you.” He searched her face for signs of hesitation and was fearful of seeing any kind of withdrawal at his request.
There was none.
Releasing his cock, she set her hot hands on his shoulders and rose onto her knees so her pussy hovered over his tip. He set one of his hands on her waist, the other, he slid to her soft pussy lips.
She gasped.
“Do you want me?” he asked, finding her entrance with the tip of his finger.
She nodded.
“Say it.” He eased into her.
“I … I … want you.”
It was the truth. He’d found her pussy wet and hot, and so damn welcoming. He eased in another finger and rolled his thumb over her clit.
“Oh…” Her fingers tightened on his shoulders. “Jayden.”
“I want you to be in control of this,” he said. “Take what you want from me.” He stroked her insides, and more arousal seeped from her. Gently, he finger-fucked her, drawing gasps and pants and cute little mewling sounds that sent more blood to his cock.
After a minute, he couldn’t hold off any longer. “Now sit on my dick and ride me, babe.”
She sank lower, and quickly he removed his fingers so his cock could take their place. He held his shaft upright as she slowly took his glans into her entrance.
Ah, fuck. I need to take control.
No. Let her. This time.