I slow my thrusts until she settles, until her limbs go slack and she's making soft keening noises in the back of her throat. I kiss her, a real one this time, and she kisses me right back, her hands cradling my jaw, her body shivering through the aftershocks.
Still inside her, I open her blouse, starved for the sight of her tits. Her body quakes under me as I push first one, then the other breast over the nest of her bra.
"Fucking perfect," I rasp, staring at the rosy nipples standing fully to attention.
An open invitation that I can't resist. I lean forward, grab her breast with both hands, and close my lips over the bud.
"Shit," she hisses, and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock, bringing the half-dead bastard back to life.
I twirl my tongue around the erect nipple, relishing in the firmness that isn't hard. A kind of delicate tension, like something drawn tight just beneath the surface of the skin. Sensitive. Alive. The slightest pressure makes it react, tighten further, almost as if it's responding on its own.
Warm, too. Not rough, not soft, somewhere in between. Smooth, but with that faint resistance that makes every touch more noticeable. More intentional. The softness around it, yielding. The center, taut and responsive. I'm enjoying her soft little moans of pleasure and switch to kneading her other breast.
"Oh fuck," she moans, her head moving from side to side.
I let go for a second, the sight of her, this undone underneath me, stiffens my cock more, bringing another reaction from her. I move, just slightly, watching her lips part, and listen to her sharp intakes and exhales. Never before have I paid attention like this to a woman. I've made them come, of course, but it was more a relief, a means to letting myself go. This is different. Different on a level I don't fully understand. But watching her? As she's falling apart? As I'm ruining her? Fuck that's the most erotic thing I've ever seen. And I'm a king of Vegas. I've seen a lot of erotic things.
"That's it, baby," I praise, rolling my hips so my cock glides against her clit, relishing her soft hisses.
I nibble on her nipple, pulling it up with my teeth, and her entire body seems to hum and vibrate. I free one of my hands and move it between her legs. She's soaking wet. Still. Again. I rub my thumb across her clit. Slow circles that have her squirming.
"Gabe!" My name from her lips is nothing but a plea. A breath.
I move my cock back and forward, sucking on her nipple, plucking on her clit. Tears roll down her cheeks.
"Gabe," she calls again. Her hips rock against me.
"Oh yeah, come for me, baby."
I watch her, watch every expression, every smile, every flutter of those long eyelashes as her pussy convulses against me. My dick wants to come, but I stop it. Like I said, I'm not done with her. Not by a long shot. As her back arches and her walls milk me once again, I force myself not to come and press out, "Just so we're clear. You're mine!"
"Fuck. Gabe!"
I give her a few seconds to catch her breath, then I lift her off the couch and, stepping out of my pants, I carry her into my bedroom. Not caring one bit that my discarded clothes lie on the floor for her mother to see, or even if the old bat came out somewhere in between.
Unceremoniously, I deposit Audra on the bed.
"Now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours."
I tear the skirt down her legs, not caring for the sound of ripping one way or another. Then the slip comes apart, and I part her knees to stare at her glistening folds.
"Fuck. Audra. That pussy is perfect." I mean it too.
I lick my lips. I can't wait to taste her. Leaning forward, I spread her legs a bit wider to accommodate my shoulders and begin licking.
"Gabe!" she screams at the first lick.
"Delicious," I mumble. Inserting a finger into her slick hole, then two.
"Gabe." There is a plea in her voice. Almost a sob.
I hold her hips down with one hand and begin to feast in earnest. Licking, sucking, rolling that clit between my teeth, listening to her breathless keening. Fuck, she's hot. Three fingers in, I curl them just so, and she screams. Her body spasms all around me. When I come up, she has one arm slung over her forehead, and her hair is a wild mess spread out like a halo around her. Her breasts are heaving up and down, still half in, half out of her bra. She's utterly beautiful.
Her lips are moist and swollen and slightly parted. I move a finger against her clit, and she moans. "Mercy. Mercy, please."
A wicked grin spreads over my face. Now she's giving me a challenge. I move her around to get a good view of her ass. Just like the rest of her, it's fucking perfection. Just the right amount of meat on it to fill my greedy hands. I pull up her hips to get her on her hands and knees, but she flops back down.
"Mercy. Please," she begs again.
