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Emotion shook me. I was in danger of embarrassing myself by not being cool about this. Giving away my inexperience.
We were just two people using each other’s bodies. It should be fun. I had no idea why I suddenly felt emotional about it, but I needed to act better.
Settling my knees into the cushions, I eased up Valentine’s dick a few inches, tensing my thighs to drop down him.
“Fuck, yeah.” He yanked down my bra cups again, exposing both my tits to him.
Palming me, squeezing me, and finally sucking on a nipple, Valentine teased me while I rode him.
I took it slow, working out the position and the pressure. If I dropped down hard, somewhere high up inside me panged with absolute pleasure. If I circled my hips, something lower gave up brilliant sparks.
This was beyond what I could have imagined.
It was also compelling me towards the finish line. I panted, moving faster. I couldn’t allow anything to get in the way. No interruption would end this. Not my own insecurities suddenly realising that I was mostly naked with the most beautifully made man.
All I knew was I had to get him to finish like I’d already done.
I focused on one place, one rhythmic hit, over and over.
Valentine came off my nipple and brought the other breast to his mouth, sucking hard on the skin of the upper curve. He repeated the hard suck an inch or two to the left, using the edge of his teeth.
An ocean of desire built where he touched me, and I pushed into his mouth more, rising and falling with increasing pace.
He groaned. Pulled away.
“I’m leaving marks,” he suddenly said, his tone confused, like his act surprised him.
I glanced down at the red bruises. Love bites. “Keep going.”
He sucked again, closer to the centre now. Both my breasts cupped, and his thumbs sweeping over my nipples while he worked.
Everything about this experience was startling and new, but the marks on my skin sent fresh need coursing through me. I fucked him harder.
My hands had kept a tight grip on his shoulders, and I used the leverage in my efforts until I was bouncing on his dick.
Valentine finished his line of love bites that went from one breast across to the other, and sucked a nipple back into his mouth, holding my boob in place while his other hand drifted between my legs. He’d already devoted a lot of time there, but I instantly keened in pleasure.
My skilful lover swept over my wet core, his fingers splaying over the place we were joined. They came back to my clit and wasted no time in making steady circles into my flesh.
It was all I needed. The help of his fingers working me. The rhythmically timed flick of his tongue as he sucked my nipple.
I’d started off in control but lost all ownership now. I moaned, my climax nearing, my pussy tightening around him. His dick thickened, and Valentine took over, hammering into me.
The action at my clit, the suction, the onslaught of good feeling…
My second orgasm smacked into me like a wrecking ball.
I cried out, dimly aware of the loudness but not giving a damn. All I knew was the rush of brain-cell-destroying pleasure. Around his rigid length, I clamped down and fluttered.
Then rush after rush of happiness lit every inch of my body, distinctly different to my first orgasm and all the better for gripping around him.
My strength gave out. I sagged onto Valentine.
But he wasn’t done.
In a burst of energy, he rolled me to my back on the couch, fucked into me a few more times with repeated, hard thrusts, his mouth open and his focus going from my face to my breasts then lower.
My trembling arm weighed so much, but I raised it to scratch my nails over his scalp.
