Then he withdraws and I’m nearly left gasping for him.
The fucking tease.
“Easy now,” he says gruffly. “You’re doing so good love. I may just reward you.”
He straddles me with his heavy thighs and I feel himself position the hard tip of his dick to me. With slow ease he pushes himself inside as I widen around him, my body needing him, craving him. In seconds he’s in to the hilt, he’s a part of me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautifully stretched.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans as he pulls himself out and thrusts in again, his rigid length dragging along all the right spots. “So good. So beautiful. You drive me mad, you know. All the time. All the fucking time.”
I gasp as he drives in harder and then freezes up, thinking he may quit on me as punishment, but he lets it slide. He starts pumping into me faster, deeper, and it takes all of my resolve not to reach up for his firm ass and hold him inside me.
I can feel the sweat drip from his body onto mine and I’m surprised I’m not sizzling. He slips his hand down, making a fist over the base of his cock as it slides into me, and in his breathless, low voice, tells me how perfect I am, how much he loves me, how much he loves fucking me, how tight and sweet and wet I am. My mind is filled with his dirty words, my heart filled with his love and my cunt filled with every inch of his thick, hard-as-steel cock.
His fingers then slide over my clit, in rhythm with his merciless thrusts.
The band of fire inside me crackles.
All bets are off.
I come, moaning loudly, calling out his name as starbursts form beneath the mask and my body explodes in a hot wash of nerves and champagne. I’m writhing, bucking, floating into pure bliss. Away, away, away.
“Not over yet love,” he says, pulling out of me as I still pulse around him.
He slowly inches forward over me, still straddling as he works his way up, and I can feel his balls brush over the soft expanse of my abdomen until they stop just below my chest.
Ah, yes. This.
“Do I have permission to help you out?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“Permission granted,” he says as he positions his cock, hot and wet, between my breasts and then cups them, pushing them into the middle. I don’t have the biggest breasts in the world for this kind of thing but when I place my hands on top of his and really press them in, it works.
He slides his cock back and forth between them, the lube slick, and I revel in the primal sound of his grunts and groans above me as he works harder and harder. A few times he slips out, but I shoo his hands away so he can grab the headboard. I get a better grip on the sides of my breasts and really make him feel it.
His pumps become quicker and I know he’s going to come any second. The way his breath hitches, the way his thighs tense up, the little sounds he probably doesn’t know he makes. Desperate sounds. Needy sounds. Sounds that tell me that I’m turning him on like nothing else in this world can.
I fucking live for those sounds.
And he comes. He comes with a hoarse cry and his cum shoots forward all over my neck and face, hot, wet, sticky. Personally I love it when he comes all over me, it’s so dirty, so messy, so carnal. Like a fucking animal. I’m just grateful for the eye mask this time because I would have probably gone blind from the cum in my eye. I hear it’s good for the skin, but I’m not too sure about vision.