7. I Think we can Skip the Formalities
seven
I Think we can Skip the Formalities
Dylan
I had a feeling rolling around the sheets with Leah would be fun, but I had no idea exactly how much.
One thing about her that I can’t seem to get enough of is how much fun she looks like she’s having. Between the dirty talk, the sinful smiles she gives me, and her desire for more, she seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
Now is no different. She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top.
The moment I slip inside, she braces herself on my chest and begins to ride me.
I run my hands along her inked skin. I try to focus to see what all of her tattoos are, but her nakedness is far too distracting. When my fingers find her nipples, I give them a light pinch, causing her to throw her head back and moan .
I try to commit this image to memory because fuck, I don’t want to forget it.
Oh yeah, I’m so fucking happy that I didn’t go to the strip club.
This is so much better.
She starts to gyrate her hips as she moves up and down. At this moment, I’m grateful I had so much liquor tonight. It’s helping me hold on because I sure as hell don’t want to come yet. We’re having way too much fun.
Just when she starts to get into a good rhythm, she slows down and makes each move more deliberate. I’m assuming it’s payback for all my teasing earlier. That’s alright. Let’s drag this out for as long as possible.
My hands move from her tits down her sides and then reach around to grab her butt.
“I love this ass,” I tell her.
A wicked smile spreads across her painted lips, and I wonder what she’s up to.
She abruptly climbs off me—but only for a moment. She gets right back on, but this time, she turns so that she faces away from me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Giving you a better view of my ass.”
She sinks back onto me while my eyes stay glued to her juicy backside.
I knew it looked good covered in denim when we were in the bar.
It got even better when I saw it without the jeans .
But absolutely nothing compares to watching it bounce on my cock.
I prop a pillow behind my head to get the best view possible. Her big ass jiggles with every single movement.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl while squeezing each cheek.
“Wouldn’t have guessed you’d be part of the Baby Got Back club.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? More to grab onto.”
Hearing her moans as I play with her cheeks, I take a chance and plant a firm smack on one of them.
It’s a fifty-fifty chance that it will go over well.
Some women love it. Some women hate it.
Leah seems to love it. The little smack sends her into overdrive, and she rides me with everything she’s got—or so I think.
Another slap gets her going even more.
She likes it rough.
And I’ll give it to her however she wants.
The way her pussy is squeezing my cock is a sure sign that she’s going to come again. And I’m going to be right behind her.
She rides me like she’s riding a bull at the rodeo, but it’s me who is struggling to hold on for dear life.
“Holy fuck, Dylan!” She screams.
“Yeah, beautiful. Let me hear it.”
Reaching up, I wrap her hair around my fist and give it a tug. Moments later, she’s coming one more time, and I follow her over the edge. I fill the condom for what feels like forever.
Leah bounces on me a couple more times before collapsing in a heap next to me .
“Holy shit, dude,” she says through ragged breaths. “I didn’t think you had that in you.”
“Oh, I knew you had that in you,” I laugh.
I stand up to go throw away the condom. “Be right back. I’ll grab us some water too.”
“Sounds good,” she says, snuggling up under the blankets.
I hurry to get back to her, knowing that she’s about to fall asleep at any second, and that she should probably have some water before that happens. We’ll both be hurting enough in the morning as it is.
When I get back, she lifts her head to look at me with a sleepy smile.
“Doing okay, gorgeous?” I ask, climbing in next to her.
“Are you kidding? Four orgasms. I’m fucking fantastic.”
I laugh. “Good to hear.”
“You weren’t lying about that tongue,” she says.
“I’m glad you liked.” I take a drink and hand her the glass. “Sorry, I guess I could have gotten you your own.”
“Dylan, you just had your tongue in my cooch. I think we can skip the formalities.”
“Fair enough.”
After she takes a drink, I set the glass on the nightstand. “Can I ask you something?”
“Shoot.”
“Did you miss your last shot on purpose?”
She tries to look as innocent as possible. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Leah. You were on fire all night, and then, you choked right at the very end? ”
“Maybe the alcohol finally caught up to me.”
“Or?” I ask, drawing out the word. “Are you sure you didn’t throw it?”
She thinks for a moment and then looks up at me through her thick lashes. “So what if I did? Are you complaining?”
“Not at all! As far as I’m concerned, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s a little dramatic. But sweet, I guess.”
I’m not quite sure what to make of Leah. I still know next to nothing about her. All I really know is that she can handle her liquor and that she’s a wild cat.
I’d love to know more, but she didn’t seem too eager to talk.
That’s alright. I’m a guy.
I don’t mind fucking over talking.
As I watch her eyes get heavy before drifting off to sleep, I think maybe I can see her again.
Maybe we can get to know each other better.
But for now, I think we both need to get some sleep.