CHAPTER 12 ALEX
As Mina gazes at my DVD collection, my entire focus is on my throbbing dick. It desperately wants to come out and play, especially knowing what goodies are hiding under Mina’s clothes. I had to cut our kiss at the door short before the tent in my pants betrayed my desires, and I could tell she was a little upset by that.
“Oh my god, you have The Princess Bride!” The sense of childlike joy in her voice is adorable. Without hesitation I grab the DVD from its spot on the shelf and hold it up.
“Of course I do! One of the best. Guess that’s what we’re watching!”
I get the DVD player queued up and we arrange ourselves comfortably on the couch. She’s snuggled up against my side, and I drape my arm over her shoulders. This feels right, like we’ve done this a million times before, with a million more to come. Somewhere around the battle of wits with Vizzini, she nestles closer, snuggling into my chest and resting her hand on my thigh. I glance down at her, and she turns her face up, looking at me. As though we are both struck by the same urge, our lips meet again, frantically this time.
She quickly climbs on top of me, straddling me and holding my face in her hands as she kisses me. I wrap my arms around her waist, never wanting to let her go. She begins to grind slowly, pressing her weight down against my quickly-growing erection. A few minutes of that is all I can stand.
“Fuck it,” I growl, standing up from the couch and supporting her weight as I do. She holds tight, arms around my neck and her legs wrapping around my waist in a vice grip. I move us to the bedroom, kissing up and down her neck as she mewls softly in response.
I lean forward and lay her down on the bed, quickly stripping off my shirt and undoing my pants, letting them drop down around my ankles. She wriggles out of her clothes just as quickly, tossing them to the side. She’s mine for the taking, laid out in naked glory, her legs spread wide and giving me a delightful view. I shimmy out of my boxers so that I’m as free as she is, and I see her staring at my cock.
I realize this is the first time she’s getting a proper look at it, and I give it a few perfunctory tugs. I drop my fingers to her pussy, pleased to find it already starting to glisten with moisture.
“No,” she moans, and I freeze. What did I do wrong?
Thankfully, she continues. “Skip the foreplay. Just fuck me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. In a flash my dick is lined up at the entrance to her cunt. I rub it up and down a few times, coating the head with her natural lubricant. A solid thrust later and I’m buried inside her, and I can’t help but let out a moan. It feels just as good as I remember.
I start with slow, shallow strokes, leaning over her and lightly nipping at her collarbone with each thrust. She wraps her legs up around my hips, driving her own pelvis up slightly to meet my every pump. She presses her hands to my chest, her fingers lightly scratching at me as we collide. The expression on her face is divine. Her eyes are shut, and she’s biting her lower lip, a small smile flickering there as she mewls softly.
I adjust slightly, lifting my right arm and sliding it down between our grinding bodies to find her clit. There, I found it, that tiny little button of pleasure. She moans again, letting me know I’m right on target. I use my thumb to make small circles over it, lightly pressing and teasing the sensitive nub.
Her hands drop from my chest, and she grips the blankets, balling her fists around them, her moans becoming more urgent. I continue my pace, quickening the circles on her clit slightly. Her thighs clamp down on my hips, trapping my hand in place against her. I continue to wiggle my fingers to the best of my ability, and she throws her head back, a whimper escaping her lips. I can feel the inside of her pussy growing tighter around my cock. Here it comes. She squeals again, and her pussy clamps down tight and then releases, a stream of her cum shooting out and soaking my balls and thighs. I know, in my limited knowledge, that squirts are mostly urine, but I don’t even care. This is so damn hot. The added lubrication makes my job even easier. I begin to pound faster, feeling myself bottom out inside of her with every thrust. I’m so close to an orgasm myself that I decide to take a risk. I free the hand that was thumbing her clit and place it on her throat, squeezing lightly.
Her whole body trembles as she orgasms again, gasping for air against the pressure of my hand. She’s smiling, sweating, riding the exquisite wave of pleasure. That image alone is enough for me, and I quickly pull out, fighting out of the vice grip of her thighs and spewing my load all over her, from the top of her pussy to her neck. Rope after rope of cum lands on her, and in the middle of my orgasmic haze I’m surprised I have that much to give. On the heels of that realization comes the wish that I could have made this last longer. I don’t want her to think I’m some two-pump chump.
I groan and roll, laying down next to her on the bed, our legs dangling off the edge. We’re both breathing heavily, and I turn to look at her. She’s practically glowing. I want to ask if it was good for her, but don’t want to be that guy. As if she can read my mind, she speaks between ragged breaths.
“That was so hot. Just what I needed.”
“Me too,” I agree. “That was awesome.”
I trace my finger over her collarbone and up her neck, finally cupping her chin in my hand. “You can use the shower to freshen up if you’d like.
“Yeah. I’ll do that as soon as I catch my breath.”