Fuck. I am fucked.
As she thrusts down on me, my hands slip around her waist and slide down to cup her ass. She encourages me, still digging her nails into my shoulders as she writhes in my hands.
“I see you’re going to play hardball,” she whispers.
I look up into her beautiful face, getting caught in the dark amethyst prisms of her eyes. “What?”
She giggles and leans back into the pressure of my hands, then grabs the end of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her breasts bounce free, right in front of my face, and a little strangled sound gurgles in my throat.
I sound like a choked rabbit.
“Brad,” she says softly, taking her hands off my shoulders to put them on the couch behind me. I can’t speak, I can barely move as she slides closer to me and her breasts swing into my face.
Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore, and my hands tighten on her ass. She gasps as my fingers dig into her, slamming her towards me. At the same time, I open my mouth and look for her nipples with my tongue.
Alisha gasps with pleasure as she lowers herself, smothering me. She wriggles back and forth so my mouth leaves slick trails across her soft skin, pausing when a nipple finds my tongue so I can suck it into my mouth and tease her with my teeth.
Suddenly, she leans back, thrusting her hips down and grabbing my head with both hands to keep my mouth tightly against her breast. She writhes against me, grinding downward and caught between the two sensations.
I hold on to her tightly, feeling the rhythm of her movement through my hands and against my body. Tension shudders through her, and she cries out, shivering as pleasure runs through her every cell.
When she relaxes and falls against me, I lift her up and put her on the couch, laying her down. She stretches her arms up, eyes closed, a look of pure contentment on her face.
“You want more?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” she murmurs, looking up at me.
I pull off my shirt, and her eyes widen, traveling down my body. Her tongue creeps to the edge of her lip, and the way she looks at me is so hungry, it’s almost ferocious.
I let my hands trail down her legs, teasing her with a light touch as I caress her bare belly and run my fingertips tightly across her breasts before giving them a hard squeeze. She gasps, smiling with pleasure as she writhes and rocks her head back.
My touch isn’t as gentle as I run my hands back to her hips, where I yank on the waistbands of her jeans and underwear and tug them down. She lifts her butt, and at first, the pants slide easily down her thighs. Then they get pretty tangled up at her knees, and I have to wrestle them off while Alisha giggles.
“Oh, yeah?” I mutter, grinning. “You think that’s funny?”
“Hilarious!” she laughs.
“I can quiet you down.”
Gripping her knees, I push her thighs apart and sink down, sliding my tongue between her hot, slick folds to find her throbbing clit. Alisha moans and bucks under me, but I hold her still with my strong arms as I lick deeper down, thrusting my tongue into her.
I feel her hand on my head, her fingers twisting in my hair, and slide my hands further down to grab her ass and sink my mouth into her pussy, lapping at her clit and teasing deeper into the slit with my lips.
Her hand tightens in my hair as her hips thrust up to me, and she starts to moan and gasp. I keep up the pressure until I feel goosebumps rising on her skin, ripples of pleasure that touch every inch of her, until they collide together and she thrashes under me in a massive climax.
After a few moments, her breath settles, and she mutters something to me. I have to sit up and move closer to her face to hear it.
“What was that?”
“Didn’t…didn’t work,” she whispers breathlessly.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Keeping me quiet.”
I laugh, shaking my head. She looks up at me and blinks, her face serene and relaxed. When she reaches up, I bend down to kiss her, and she writhes against me again. I feel her slick folds against my hard cock and pull back a little.
“Do you want this?” I ask, pushing against her so she can feel how hard I am.
