I can’t help but laugh at the sight of the pile of fabric.
“Better.” He closes both hands around my breasts, kneading them in such a sensual way, I bite off a moan.
His thumbs circle my hardening nipples.
“Jesus!” I call out to a higher power, but no one can save me now. Just as I pray for him to close his fingers around my nipples and squeeze until I come, he stops. “Why did you do that?” I voice my disappointment.
He lifts me up, his hands clasping around my ass, and sits me down so I’m straddling him. “Your tits are too sensitive. I want you to come over my cock.”
“Until you came along, I didn’t even know that about me.”
“I’m a good influence?”
“You’re a bad influence.”
“Being good is overrated.”
We both laugh.
“I need you closer.” He edges me closer to his naked body, forcing my legs to spread wider. His hard cock is wedged between my pussy lips… my very wet pussy lips.
I grunt.
He clamps one big hand around my waist and drops his other hand behind him against the bed as he tilts his hips up.
For the next few torturous seconds, he glides his thick cock up and down my slit. The movement flares up my needy clit and threatens to make me lose my mind.
“Rhett, oh my… dear God… you’re going to kill me.” My head falls back from the sinful sensation coursing up my spine. Each taunting glide sends shivers through my entire body.
“You feel so good, Carina… Christ… you feel so… so… fucking amazing…” His words fade as he continues to slide up and down, up and down.
This feels more intimate than when he’s fucking me.
His hands grasp around my ass, and I gasp.
He lifts me, forcing me onto my knees.
I’m amazed how he always makes me feel like I’m as light as a feather.
“Ride me, Carina.”
“Oh.”
He lifts his head up so our foreheads touch. “Oh, what?”
“Nothing.”
He frowns. “We’ve done it before.”
“You’re right…”
“But?”
“I’m just being silly.”
“In what way?”
“I guess realization is setting in. I suggested going bareback, but now… it feels real. After tonight things will be different between us.”
