I kiss the rounded tip. It moves at my touch,
the first drop of cum dribbling onto my lips. He tastes sweet,
which surprises me. I take him in, my mouth closing around the
plummy head of his cock, and he rises off the bed to thrust into
me. When he’s wet enough, I climb onto the bed, straddling him—my
fingers lace through his to keep his hands out of the way, held
over his head as I ease down onto his thick length. His cock butts
against my ass, the damp tip slipping inside with a fullness that
makes my knees weak.
Then he’s in, hips rising off the bed to
shove deep within me as I hold him down. We stare at each other as
we couple—there’s a desperation in his eyes that thrills me as I
buck against him. I rock above him, my whole body working him to
release, my own cock hard again and rubbing over his skin with a
smooth rhythm. It cancels out the rest of the world, everything
that isn’t his dick in my ass or his hands clenched oh so tightly
in mine.