After removing her clothes with her help, I position myself above her, keeping my arms almost straight. With my legs pushed against her inner knees and my wrists bearing the weight of her warm, heavy side boob, I let my lips barely brush hers with a whisper of a kiss.
“Why do you want me so bad today?” I ask, my voice smoky and low, making her nipples harden. When we’re close like this and I drop my voice for privacy, she always wilts. I love how responsive we are to one another.
“I want you so badly every day,” she admits. “But you with Jett…” she trails off as our eyes tangle. The TV is still playing music, and the dull glow of the screen offers a trace of light flickering against our sides. Just enough to see her eyes. “I just want you to touch me,” she says, a little breathy, a lot sexy.
“Where?” I swear the word rolls over the curves of her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She tips her head back, widening the distance between her legs.
“Everywhere.” She lifts her hips a little in an attempt to connect with my throbbing erection.
“I’m gonna make you cum, baby. But I want you to tell me how you like to feel me. The entire way through. And I’m gonna give it to you just the way you want, and when you unravel, that’s when I’m gonna pump this sweet pussy full of my cum. So tell me, where do you want to feel my body on yours?”
A beat passes where her bottom lip trembles, and she studies me. Finally, she says, “I love the weight of your chest against mine when you’re fully inside me but not moving.”
A few times flash through my mind of me holding myself so deep inside Beck that I physically couldn’t move without cumming.
My eyes hold hers as my hips steer my cock to her slick opening. A groan erupts from deep in my belly as I sink fully inside her. She’s so wet and tight; my neck fills with thick lines of strain as I hold myself over her, deep inside.
Her walls cinch around me, causing my shaft to fatten as even more blood leaves my brain.
Lowering my body so our chests touch, she lets out a wild moan as if she’s finally getting to react to this the way she’s always wanted.
“God,” she purrs, sifting her hands up my back, digging her nails in as she slides her palms back down. “You, completely on top of me and inside of me,” she pants, raising her knees up some more. “It feels indescribable.”
I grit my teeth as my cock pulses. I’m so fucking hard right now. Moving in is apparently Viagra. “Now tell me what else you like. How else do you like to be touched by me?”
Now, she’s not embarrassed or hesitant. “I like tasting myself on your lips while you cum inside me.”
I swallow, jerking my hips back to withdraw from her. We both groan a little at the loss of each other. I start to work my way down her body to eat her pussy, but she stops me with hands on my shoulders.
“Notthere.”
Fu-uck.Cum beads at the tip of my cock as I pause over her.
Our eyes come together, her face in this light, asking me to suck her tits—it’s another image I swear I’ll remember on my deathbed. So fucking hot. Beautiful. Perfect.
I waste no time sealing my mouth to her breast, swilling her nipple onto my tongue greedily. She grips my throat as I swallow, and slide my cock past her labia, into her hot wet cunt. Just as greedy as my mouth drinks her down, her pussy eats me up, clenching me in pulsing waves.
“Now,” she pants, her voice becoming detached. Moans float around me, and I don’t know if they’re hers or mine or ours but everything is so hot and tight, andfuck me, I’m so close.
“Now,” she says again, and then before I can realize what she’s asking, her pussy clenches as she arches along the couch, toes curling into the fabric.
Her orgasm releases mine, which was basically waiting for the go-ahead the entire time. She does that to me. She just feels so good. And getting to hear from her exactly what she wants? Not only does it eliminate frustration and guesswork, but it means we can always have the best sex because the communication is there.
Sinking inside again, I work my hips fast and hard, not changing my angle as I empty my orgasm into her. I groan and I drink, and goddamn, my life is so good.
Her body swallows me up, clenching and grinding against me, her fingers gripping my ass to pull me deeper. She wants my load deep inside, and even though she’s already cum, I swear she spams around me as I stroke in and out for the last few times, riding out the last drops.
“We got the couch dirty,” I say, scooping a towel from the floor, straight from the clean laundry. I wipe her up, pressing the terrycloth against her thighs, then softly dragging it between her swollen lips.
“Worth it,” she says, glowing from her naked and spread spot beneath me.
When we sit up and pull on some clothes, she finds her place in my lap as we continue to have the talk that started this.
“I’m glad the dry run went great. Did you take any pictures with your phone?”
She nods, tucking a damp piece of blonde hair behind her ear. We’re both a little sweaty now, and definitely smell like sex. But I love it.
“I did but you’re coming by tomorrow, right?”