My hands lift her a little higher. “You heard me. Ride it.”
She presses her palms to the headboard like she’s trying to resist, her thighs tensing. “What are you doing, Seth?”
“Getting you into position so I can take care of you.”
Another laugh slips from her lips, but when I rock my hips up into her, nudging her ass with my cock, and she grinds back down, that laugh turns into a gasp. She’s soaked, slick, her pussy gliding over my cock while I fist myself and hold the tip right on her clit. Her body is already trembling, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.
“Give me that pussy,” I growl, tugging at her hips again until she’s hovering over my mouth, her pussy soaked. I can’t wait to get a taste of her.
She moves cautiously and I wonder if I’m the first for her. I like knowing I might be. She hadn’t felt innocent the first night we met, but now I’m realizing there’s a lot I didn’t know about that night. Like how she’d just had her whole life uprooted and moved here without any friends. How her father forced her back to New York under the guise of school and dangled an internship and a job offer to keep her here.
I look up at her. She’s strong mentally, but it’s her physical strength that always surprises me given how soft she seems to everyone else. I’ve seen her in the gym, felt her hip thrust me with my full weight like it’s nothing. But this position isn’t just about strength and maintaining balance; it takes a different kind of strength. It takes vulnerability.
“Sit,” I command.
“I’m going to suffocate you.”
“No man’s ever died from eating pussy.”
“You might be the first,” she jokes.
I chuckle, then lift my head just enough to brush my tongue over her clit. She gasps, her whole-body twitches and I take that as permission to rub my mustache all across her inner thighs. Her legs shake a little. That’s it. That’s what I want. Her on my face, breaking apart for me.
I pull her down firmly and take a deep whiff of her addictive aroma, “Hell yeah, Soul,” before diving in, tasting her with a long, deep thrust of my tongue inside her that has her legs gripping the sides of my head.
She moans and tries to move up and away, but I hold her there, tongue greedy, lips relentless as I work her clit and opening. She’s sweet and salty, dripping for me, and I won’t waste a single drop.
She shifts down a little, then starts to roll her hips against my mouth. Finding a rhythm that works for her, she finally lets go and rubs her soaked pussy all over my mouth and tongue. It’s bliss. Because nothing,nothing, tastes better than a woman who’s finally ready to let you have all of her.
She lets out another shocked, breathless laugh when I grab her ass and squeeze, and then I push my tongue deep inside her while coaxing her clit with my nose.
“Seth.”
“Just hold on to the headboard, baby. I’ve got you.”
My hands squeeze her hips, strong and full, andfuck, her ass feels so good in my palms. I squeeze both cheeks, rubbing them back and forth while I feel the raw power in her glutes.
She wasn’t lying when she said I underestimated her strength. The way she moves, the way she holds herself over me—it’s all muscle and control and as an athlete myself, I know how hard it is to get in this kind of shape. She takes care of herself and somehow, I’m the lucky bastard who gets to hold her like this, taste her like this.
My tongue works her in deep, long strokes—flicking, teasing, burying—while my whole face moves against her pussy, coaxing her closer until she finally gives in. Until I feel her full weight sink down on top of me like she can’t hold back any longer.
“That’s it,” I murmur as I talk her through it. “Just like that. Stay seated now.”
She moans, grinding her hips, chasing the rhythm. “That feels so good.”
“Feels good for me too, baby. You taste so sweet.”
I double down, fingers slipping inside her as my tongue latches onto her clit. I curl my free hand around my cock, jerking slowly in time with the rhythm of her body’s movements. She’s soaking, her slickness dripping down my chin, and I’m in heaven down here drowning in her pussy.
She gasps again, and I know she’s close. Her thighs quiver, her voice breaks.
“Seth—fuck, I’m so close. Yes, yes, yes—”
And then it hits her. Her body shakes, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing around my fingers and tongue as I work her through it. It’s a tight, throbbing release that knocks the air out of her for a bit based on the gasps I hear from above.
My balls draw tight, and my spine tingles, but I squeeze the tip of dick to stop from coming just yet.
“Fuck yes,” I hum against her, tongue dragging slower, longer licks across her clit now. She moans again as I draw out every last pulse of her release, licking her clean until she collapses against the headboard.
