breath over it. It hits me and a soft tremor flutters across my stomach and down my legs. It spreads out through my body and I swear I can come from just that breath.
The look in his eyes tells me he’s ready to enter me, but I must be mistaken. He pulls off me completely and tells me, “I want to see you.”
He takes my hands and gently helps me sit up and get off the bed. I’m standing in front of him. He moves a few steps away. His eyes run down my body ever so slowly.
“You’re so sexy, baby. Touch yourself for me.”
I’m so aroused, I do what he says. Any anxiety I may have had about doing something like this is gone. He makes me feel so safe, so gorgeous; I want to satisfy him. I slide a hand down my body to meet my mound. I widen my stance a bit for room. I slide two fingers inside and rest my thumb on my clit.
He groans at the site and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking up and down slowly. I’m wet. I’m turned on already, but seeing him react to me makes me want him more. My other hand floats up to my breast. I circle the nipple and throw my head back at the thought that I’m close to coming already.
I stand before him, admiring his perfect body and taking in the lust on full display on his face. It’s more than lust. It’s adoration, I think. Whatever it is, I can’t help myself. I love how he looks at me, like I’m so sexy and powerful; like I’m everything he wants in a woman. My heart starts to beat so quickly, I think my chest will burst.
He reaches for a condom from his pants on the floor and puts it on. He strides toward me, but doesn’t touch me. He’s so close I can feel his body heat. It radiates through me, right to the core. His cock is just inches from my mound now. I step up to him and close the gap, pressing my breasts against his burning hot chest. I slide my hardened nipples across his chest and he wraps his strong arms around me.
He picks me up and carries me to the bed again, depositing me on the bed sideways, with my knees and feet off the edge. He sits beside me and lowers to kiss me. I’m so hot, so wet, the moisture is pooling between my legs. He stretches out beside me. He runs his fingers across each breast, then presses his lips on one nipple, and then the nest.
I’m panting now, gasping. The pleasure rolling through my body is only unmatched by my raw need. He continues to touch me, and I begin to beg him to come inside. I feel he’s stretching out the moment. He wants more than just sex. He want to love me, to commit every second to memory. He doesn’t have to tell me this. It’s in his eyes and his touch.
He moves up to kiss me again, driving his tongue between my lips. He rolls on top of me. His skin is hot and his chest muscles ripple against my breasts and stomach. God, the feel of his skin on mine, and his rock hard cock against my clit drive me over the edge. My body convulses as I come. The waves of pure pleasure travel in through my core and out to my fingers and toes.
He knows I’ve come. He holds me close and waits, but keeps his lips on mine. His tongue doesn’t stop its assault until my shaking subsides.
“Please, baby. Please come inside me,” I beg again.
This time he does. He parts my legs wider with his knees. He stands at the edge of the bed and pulls my legs up to rest in the crook of each of his arms. My ass is high off the bed. My clit is throbbing and my thighs are still weak from my first orgasm.
“Jonathan” I whimper.
He replies with his throbbing cock. He pierces my opening and drives deep inside me. I think I scream in pleasure. I can barely hear myself, it feels so good. Each thrust of his hips is accentuated by the precarious angle. He’s able to pull out completely and reenter my wet pussy, burying himself deep in my channel each time.
I arch my back and his cock hits my g-spot with every new plunge. The pleasure running through me has gone through the roof. I can black out from how amazing it feels. He