Natalie #2
He grins, turning his head to plant a kiss on my leg.
“Don’t apologize. Your sense of humor is sexy.
All of you is sexy.” He throws me a wicked grin.
“But now I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you standing over me.
” He leans forward and I feel the warmth of his breath on my most private parts.
He gently parts me and swipes his tongue over me.
The sensation is beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.
Beyond anything I’ve managed to feel using my fingers and toys.
I hiss out my pleasure. “That feels so good.”
He growls and circles my opening, dipping in gently with his tongue, exploring every inch before latching onto my clit and sucking, the pressure immediately sending me over the edge.
My back bows as I press my shoulders against the couch, grinding down against his mouth and the pleasure goes on and on as he kisses my pussy, sliding two fingers inside me and pumping the clenching walls.
His mouth gentles, bringing me down slowly, as if he knows how sensitive I am, each little lap of his tongue sending aftershocks through my body.
He rests his cheek on my thigh. “That is the fucking hottest thing ever.” He twists his fingers inside me one last time then leans back on his knees, pulling me off the couch onto the floor, so I’m stretched out and positions me on top of him.
His cock rises between us and it’s big and thick.
Much thicker than his fingers. Reaching over, he pulls open the drawer in the table and pulls out an accordion of foil packets.
Ripping one open, he slides it over himself, the stroking motion making my mouth water as his eyes meet mine.
Ajax urges me over him, straddling his hips and guides my almost too-sensitive flesh over the ridge of his cock.
The motion is languid, like he has all the time in the world.
The slow burn builds between my thighs as I balance on his chest and he squeezes my ass in his big hands, rocking me against me.
“Lift up, sweetheart.” I raise my hips as he grips himself, guiding his cock to my entrance.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, slipping just the tip inside.
I push down slowly, the unfamiliar burn catching me somewhere between pleasure and pain.
He arches up, the heavy muscles of his abdomen flexing under my hands, catching one of my nipples with his tongue, sucking gently until I feel that rush of pleasure down through my core.
Soon I’m writhing against his fist, begging him to let me shove down hard.
“Shh, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He continues his slow invasion, an inch at a time, while worshipping my nipples with his talented mouth.
I can’t think, my breath sawing in and out as heat and pleasure build in my body.
Finally, I’m seated full of him, expecting pain and there’s nothing but fullness.
Ajax brings his hips up to meet mine, pulling me forward so my weight balances with a delicious pressure on my clit, right where I need it. A moan escapes my lips.
“Oh baby. This is heaven.” And then he starts to move, a steady pumping of his hips, driving his cock deep inside, the slick glide causing ripples to flutter out from my stomach, down between my legs.
I’m holding myself still, trying to chase those waves of pleasure that are starting to build and he increases his tempo, just as he slides his thumb between us so that every time I slam down against him, it grazes my clit and finally the wave breaks over me, the pleasure washing through me so hard I see sparkles at the edge of my vision.
“I can feel you coming, baby. It feels so good,” he groans.
I focus on his chest, gleaming under my hands as I ride out the last of the orgasm.
His eyes are on my chest, my breasts bouncing under the force of his thrusts and the cords in his neck stand out.
He’s so beautiful, the masculine kind of beauty I didn’t think existed outside of romance novels and photoshoots until tonight and just watching him starts those tingles between my legs again.
He grasps my hand, catching me off balance and holds it between my legs. “Touch your pussy.”
He steadies me, gripping my ass as he rolls his hips beneath me in strong, steady thrusts.
The thrill from his words shoots through me.
I love having his big body underneath me, his hard cock pumping inside me, his full lips tight while he watches my hand.
“Rub it the way you do alone, little professor, so I can feel your pussy milking my cock.”
Inhibitions gone, I press the pad of one finger to my sensitive clit and massage lightly.
The feathery touch is a stark counterpoint to the heavy weight of him stretching me, stroking me as he slowly slides me up and down his cock.
Deep inside, wicked pleasure sparks again, and I lean back slightly deepening the pressure of my finger to match the storm that’s building again.
His hoarse groan makes my nipples peak. “That’s it baby, fucking take what you need.
” My pussy clenches around him and he shouts, his hips moving in a driving rhythm until pleasure shatters through my body like an explosion of stars.
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