DATE NIGHT #3
Well, she attempted to catch her breath.
Arturo sat back on his haunches, grabbed her at the waist, and flipped her around until they were facing the same direction.
He crawled up her body and laid alongside her.
Propped up on one elbow, he stared down at her, eyes roving her face, still hard dick pressed against her thigh.
Licking her bottom lip, she stared right back at him, wondering what he was looking for. She didn’t have to wonder for long.
“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m,” she took and released a breath, “good.”
His expression didn’t change. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. He hummed.
“How do you feel about what just happened?”
A silly grin came upon her face. “Are you asking for a performance review?” The idea filled her with amusement.
At the slight tilt of his lips, it seemed Arturo was also amused by the suggestion. But then his expression grew serious again.
“I already know how you feel here.” He reached down to cup her pussy, sliding through her damp folds with his middle finger, eliciting another moan from her.
He moved to place the palm of his other hand on the center of her chest, in the valley between her pendulous breasts. “I want to know how you feel here.” Then he touched his index finger to her forehead. “And here.”
“I—” Talking about her feelings was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She reached for his hand and brought it to her mouth, slipping his middle finger between her lips and sucking her juices from the thick digit. His dick jumped against her thigh and her pussy clenched in anticipation.
She met and held his gaze. “In my head and my heart, I feel like I need you balls-deep inside of me.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and she might’ve wondered if she’d said the wrong thing, but she felt the way his dick pulsed at her words so his expression didn’t bother her.
Biting her lip, she rolled onto her side, swung a leg over his hip, and pulled herself up.
He brought his hands to her hips, steadying her as he went down on his back.
Once she was straddling him, she leaned down to kiss him.
His fingers danced along her skin as they trailed from her hips to her ass, squeezing and massaging the naked flesh.
As their tongues danced, she rocked her hips against him, rubbing her soaking wet heat along his hardened flesh.
With every swipe of her clit against the veiny surface she could feel herself getting closer to a second orgasm.
When he moaned into her mouth and bucked his hips, she wrenched her mouth from his and sat up.
The need to have him inside of her had become overwhelming.
Scooting back, she planted one foot on the bed and pushed up until she could reach down and grasp his dick in her hands.
Before she could move further, Arturo brushed her hand aside, wrapping his hand around the base of his dick.
“Look at me, Twyla.”
Lifting her gaze from hips, she met his eyes. With one hand settled at her hip, he rubbed his flared tip along her folds once, twice, a third time before slapping it on her clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her eyes popped open and her gaze collided with his just as he positioned his dick at her opening.
She held her breath, waiting for him to push inside of her, but instead, he brought his other hand to her hip and waited.
She planted her hands on his chest and, with his help, eased down onto him.
Twin moans echoed in the room as she sank down inch by glorious inch.
Once he was fully seated inside of her, she paused, relishing in the sensation of finally being filled by him.
Several moments passed of her not moving before Arturo dug his fingers into her hips.
“Twyla? Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
Immediately, she shook her head. “Absolutely not!”
His brows furrowed. “Then what’s wrong?”
Twyla’s face fell and she dropped her head forward so that she could no longer see his expression. “I—” she let out a sob. “I don’t remember how to ride dick!”
Arturo huffed a laugh and Twyla lifted her head to glare at him.
“Don’t laugh at me! I’m so embarrassed!”
Before she could get the last word out of her mouth, Arturo sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He came up on his knees and laid her backward, all without breaking their connection.
Settling himself between her legs, he brushed a thumb over her cheek then leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”
She pouted. “That’s not what it sounds like.”
Lifting his hips, he eased out of her until only his tip was inside, then pushed back in until their pelvic bones met.
Twyla’s mouth fell open, and she moaned at the painstakingly slow, yet ocean deep stroke.
He began a steady pace of slow and deep strokes, leaning down to kiss her as he did.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, tilting her hips up to receive him even more.
She whimpered, her pussy clenching around him. He groaned.
“Do you know what you feel like?” he asked her, staring into her eyes as if he genuinely expected Twyla to answer him.
Unable to think of anything but how nothing in her life had ever felt as right as him inside of her, she shook her head.
He touched his forehead to hers. “You feel like mine.”