“Take it off. I want to see all of you.”
She sits up and tugs the shirt off. A groan falls from my throat. Her skin is smooth porcelain. I’m afraid I’ll mar it if I touch her.
She settles back on the pillows, her hands behind her head and her thighs lined up.
“Your turn,” she says.
With a single tug, the towel is off. My cock bounces free, straining toward her, eager to get into the center of her thighs.
Her lips part and she licks the bottom one.
I grab my cock and resist the need to grunt. I stroke up and down, keeping my eyes on her. With every tug on the head, her chest heaves faster. I run my thumb down the slit and she gasps, then swallows.
“Want to suck on it?”
She nods.
I straddle her body and position my cock over her lips. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
Another nod, and then she pushes off my hands and replaces them with hers. Her hands around my cock pull a groan from me. Before I can settle into that feeling, her hot mouth closes around me.
“Fuck, Maddie.” I buck into her, catch myself and try to pull back.
But she grasps me hard and pulls me deeper.
“Maddie—” I grunt, not wanting to but unable to resist thrusting just a little.
The way she’s taking it, so hungry for cock, it’s getting to my head, killing my resolve to take it slow.
I meet the back of her throat. I swear to the ceiling, holding back the need to erupt. She’s going to pull back now and give me relief.
But her throat muscles unclench, and then I’m going deeper.
I look down, shocked to see my cock touch base in her mouth. Her eyes are wide and excited and she writhes beneath me.
Her palms come up to my glutes and she squeezes rhythmically. Asking me to fuck her throat?
Jesus.
I do so. Just little thrusts. Her eyes roll back into her head and she’s unable to stay still.
I have to clamp down on my tongue not to cum. She can’t be this turned on from throat fucking.
But she is.
To take my mind off the pleasure she’s shooting straight to my veins, I lean back and find the valley of her sex.
I graze past the soft hairs, then to her clit. Her hips lift, seeking my touch. I circle the bud once, then slide my middle finger through her slit.
She’s drenched!
Her juices coat my fingers, making my mouth water for a taste. I bring the finger to my mouth and groan around the delicious tang.
Her eyes open to meet mine. She pushes on my stomach and I withdraw from her mouth.
Eyes still on mine, she slides out from underneath me, then kneels and kisses me.
No. She licks my mouth open.
