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When she picks up her pace, rocking and gripping and fucking my face in earnest, I keep my licks steady relinquishing all power to her, allowing her to take her pleasure, all the while learning the right spots to lick, to suck, to kiss, to press with my tongue.Memorisingthem.
As Christy nears the pinnacle, her movements become more jerky, her body taking over as she acts on instinct. My cock strains against my abdomen, bobbing with every jerk of her hips as I drink her in, smothering my face with her juices and when she starts to jerk against me, I hold her steady, my fingers gripping her waist as she explodes on my tongue with a cry of pleasure that rips out of the very centre of her chest.
I don't pull away as she slowly comes down.
I let her suffocate me with her pussy, willing to die from asphyxiation just to make sure I wring every last drop of pleasure from her.
“Leon,” she whimpers, her body liquefying, her knees buckling.
The old me would’ve impaled her on his cock way before now. He would’ve been selfish and fucked her hard, fast and violently. He would’ve picked up the knife and cut her skin whilst he rammed his dick so deep inside that she would’ve felt him in her stomach. He wouldn’t have cared if he hurt her, he would’ve been selfish and taken from her.
Instead, I capture her in my arms and let her fold herself over me, her arms around my back, her legs wrapped around my waist as she trembles with the after effects of her orgasm, content for the moment to just hold her.
Between us my cock twitches, blood rushing to the head as it grows painfully bigger pressed up against her abdomen, sandwiched between us. I want so badly to flip her over and take, so fucking badly, but I wait. I wait with a mental fist wrapped around my dick and iron chains securing the monster who still lives within me, who still wants to take, take, take.
But I have control now, and I will never, ever, do anything against her wishes again.
Never.
Christy’s sweaty forehead presses against the curve of my neck, her long hair trailing over my shoulder as she shudders against me. For long moments I stroke my fingers up and down her back allowing her to pull the pieces of herself back together again until, achingly slowly, she sits back, her pupils blown wide as she looks at me.
“You okay?” I ask. A stupid question perhaps, but I ask it anyway.
There’s a moment where all I see is confusion in her eyes, like she doesn’t quite understand what has just passed between us, but it disappears the moment she grasps my face in her hands and kisses me passionately, answering my question with actions and not words. I groan into her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers. When I feel her hand slide between us and her fingers stroking the head of my cock, I almost come on the spot.
“Show him. Show me,” she murmurs, grasping the base of my dick and shifting in my lap so that her knees are resting on the floor on either side of my thighs.
“You want my dick?” I mutter, unable to stop the crass words from parting my lips.
“I want your heart,” she replies, positioning herself above me, the wetness of her pussy sliding over the head of my cock as she hovers so temptingly, achingly close. “Make love to me, Leon.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
With my gaze focused on hers, and with painstaking care, I ease her down over my cock, inch by inch until I’m seated inside of her. She’s tight, her internal walls fisting me in a vice-like grip that momentarily stuns me, addles my fucking brain. I have to take several deep breaths to stop myself from coming inside of her prematurely.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” I say once I’ve gathered myself enough to speak.
“You feel like you belong inside of me,” she murmurs back, her voice pitted with wonder and perhaps the tiniest amount of regret. That regret pulls me up sharp, focussing my attention.
“Christy, I can stop. Fuck, I’ll stop if I have to,” I grind out, willing to show her I’m capable of doing just that no matter how much it would kill me to pull my dick from the warmth of her pussy.
“No,” she shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”
“Then I’ll give it to you, slow and steady. I won’t hurt you if I can help it.”
Christy nods, biting on her bottom lip as I slowly lift her up and down my cock, trembling with the effort to not come. Her hands find my shoulders, her fingers curl into my flesh as she holds on tight and trusts me to take care of her. I want to, so fucking bad.
I will.
She’s slick, wet, and after a while she finds a rhythm with me, her breaths coming in tiny pants as she rides my cock, relaxing around my girth, her body accommodating mine.
“You’re so tight,” I say. Her perfect tits bounce up and down as she throws her head back and fucks me harder, faster. I duck my head, grasping her hips to keep her seated, still for the moment, so I can suck her nipple into my mouth and calm the building orgasm.
She moans, her back arching, pressing her tits into my face, her stomach against my abs, her pubic bone against mine. Held there, she moves her hips in tiny circles conjuring up more sensation in the base of my spine. My balls tingle as I release her from my mouth and palm her tits before grasping her face in mine.
“That’s it, Christy, take what you need. Fuck me slow,” I say, brushing my lips against hers.
She rides me like that, her forehead pressed against mine, her lips brushing my lips, her breaths matching my own, my fingers tangled in her fiery hair, our gazes locked on one another. Her eyes blaze with intensity, with fire and passion, as she grinds on me. The slippery, wet sound of her arousal dripping over my balls, making my dick grow impossibly large.
