“Hey!” she grumbled when I took the chance to roll her under me again.
“You’re not supposed to be sitting on your foot like that,” I reminded her.
It was my turn to take my time pulling off her clothes—shirt, pants, bra, panties—before running my lips and tongue over every inch of her. Until she was trembling. Until she was whimpering and writhing.
“Please, Christopher,” she pleaded, her hips rocking restlessly.
I lowered down, sliding her legs over my shoulder, then sliding my tongue up her pussy as her thighs shook and a long, ragged moan escaped her.
I worked her with just my tongue for a long moment before slipping my hand between us, then gliding two fingers inside her.
Alara’s hand slapped down on the back of my head as she arched up into me.
I thrust for a moment, loving the way her walls tightened around me, imagining that feeling around my cock. But then Iturned my fingers, crooking them, and running them across her top wall.
The sensation had her whole body tightening.
Her legs clamped around my head, squeezing, as she got closer and closer.
“No!” she cried as I pulled suddenly away, having felt her tightening as she got close.
“If you want to come, you can come around my cock,” I told her as I moved over her, settling between her thighs to rock my cock against her wet heat.
A pathetic little whimper escaped her as she rocked her hips in time with mine as I reached toward the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
She fought me as I pulled back, sitting on my heels to look down at her.
She was flushed and heavy-lidded, her breath rising and falling quickly.
I waited for her gaze to slide down over me, then fisted my cock and stroked a few times, loving the way she whimpered and pressed her thighs together.
“Chris…”
Fuck, she sounded good when she called my name.
I slid on the protection before coming over her again.
Her hips lifted.
Mine pressed down.
Then I slid inside her with one long, slow thrust.
The sound that escaped her was almost a cry as her arms tightened around me when I settled deep.
“You feel so good,” I murmured, taking a deep breath, trying to keep a grip on my control.
“Chris, move,” she whimpered, hips wiggling.
That, I could do.
But it was slow and deep, a slow drive upward, as I soaked up the feel of her, as I heard her moans grow more throaty as she got closer and closer.
“I… I’m…” she gasped as her walls tightened hard around me.
“It’s okay,” I murmured, my own voice getting tight, “I’ve got you.” A soft cry escaped her. “Come for me.”
Then she did, a slow, deep throbbing sensation that pulled me along with her, my vision sparking with the intensity as I pressed deep as I came.
