CHAPTER TWO #2
Fuck . . . I love it when this happens. I don’t even have to do anything special, her body is just so in tune with what I am doing to her that it craves a release when neither of us are expecting it.
The tightness and pulsing doesn’t stop me though.
In fact, it makes me want more. I curl my fingers upward, like I’m beckoning for more from her, and press upward until I find the soft spongey spot on the front wall of her vagina.
It is an erogenous spot for her, and just like every other time I zero in on it, her pleasure skyrockets and she flies off the edge very soon after.
“Oh my God!” Duchess screams to the heavens.
As desperate as I am to be inside her, it’s a very self-gratifying moment for me to get my woman off so quickly twice in a row.
My cock twitches, knowing that it was me who brought her to this point.
I want to hold onto this feeling for just a little longer, so I take my time pulling my fingers free and licking every drop of her from them.
Plus, she is so beautiful in her blissful state, all I want to do is to bring her to the brink and push her over the edge again and again.
“Holy fuck, Whiskey.” Duchess pants as she tries to catch her breath, but I won’t let her recover too much. I have more work to do.
Levering myself up her body, I bracket her head with my hands and lean in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue before taking control again. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yessss,” she hisses as I rub my dick between her folds.
I reach back with my right arm to hitch her left leg around my hip. This opens her hips just a little bit wider, so when I rock my hips forward, my cock slides straight down into her. Duchess’s breath catches for a second then releases as I sink as far as I can.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I pull back just to push in again.
“Please, Whiskey,” she begs, whispering between her short breaths. “More. I need more.”
Whatever she wants, it’s hers. I will give her anything and everything she asks for. No matter day or night, if we are miles or states apart, I will do whatever it takes to come home to her as quickly and safely as possible, just to give her whatever she needs.
Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my cock as she pushes her pelvis up against mine when I slam it down into hers. She’s done waiting for me to kick into the higher gear. I love it when she begs, then takes what she wants even more.
“Duchess. Fuck.” As I start pushing faster, I let go of her leg then instead thread my hand through her wild hair and lift her head just a bit to get her attention. “You feel so good wrapped around me. I will never let you go. You are mine forever.”
“I would never let you let me go, Whiskey.”
“Fuckin’ right.”
Needing her even closer, I have to move. I grip her hair tighter, then use my left hand to push my body up. My weight falls back on my knees, resting my ass on my heels, and I pull Duchess into my lap.
“Shit,” she cries out as all of her weight drops her even deeper and her pussy makes my cock disappear.
With her in my arms like this, I spread my knees, drop my ass to the bed, straighten my legs, and lay flat on my back. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
Without letting my manhood go, Duchess shifts her weight until she is kneeling over me again. She plants her hands flat on my chest, then takes over. She rocks her hips forward and back, sliding down then up my cock over and over.
I grab hold of her hips and just watch her move on me.
Fuck, she is so beautiful. Until my dying day, which I hope is many years from now, I will never fully understand how I convinced this woman to love me.
Whatever I did in one of my past lives must have been really good, because I get to have her in this life.
She agreed to be my woman, then she became my Old Lady.
She gave me a son, then she became my wife.
I am one lucky, fucking bastard for sure.
Duchess has her eyes locked on mine. She never looks away as she continues to sway.
Needing even more, not that she’s not making me feel like I’m in fucking heaven, I decide that I let her take the reins for long enough. I slide my hands up her back and pull her body down to my chest, then roll us both over so she’s underneath me again.
No words are needed as Duchess throws her head back and groans in ecstasy as she takes every inch that I am pounding into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, grabs hold of my biceps so tight I feel her nails digging into my skin, and begs me over and over not to stop.
I cup the underside of her chin with my left hand to tilt her face up to mine, then devour her. I slam my lips to hers and don’t let either of us breathe. I tangle my tongue with hers, battling to win the war and succeeding, and take everything from her that she has to give.
Her nails scratch down my back like she is trying to claw her way into my body. She whips her loose from my grip to take a breath and we lock eyes. “Fuck me harder, Whiskey. I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Kiana,” I order her. And she does.
Five words is all it takes and she soars. She crashes into another release and her orgasm instantly sends me into mine. My vision goes fuzzy and a tingle shoots down my legs as I pump rope after rope of my cum as deep inside her pussy as I can. I give everything I have to her.
As the fog slowly fades, I press kisses all over her face. Starting on her forehead, I then move to her cheeks, nose, chin, and finally her lips. “I love you, my Duchess.”
Threading her tiny, nimble fingers through my hair, she pushes it back behind my ears as she smiles up at me. “I love you too, Whiskey.”
“Forever?”
She pulls my head down and kisses first my left cheek, then my right, then my lips. “And ever.”
I still don’t know what has been distracting her all day, but whatever it is, I won’t stop until I take all the burden and worry away. I will find out what it is and fix it.