She chuckled low in her throat and gave the heavy shaft a tight squeeze. “You don’t say?”
Enough of the playful banter. She had left me alone for almost a solid week and I had been twisting myself up over her and this thing we had. It was well past time that she just knew it was her for me and no other would ever do.
While she was busy sliding her fist up and down and then back again, I reared up enough to slide her legs out of her stretchy pants so that she was all creamy, bronze skin and wild dark hair and eyes. I loved the pops of color that decorated her skin, loved the way she wore her life like badges captured in art on her body. I loved that when I touched her, when I put my hands on her tattoos, it looked like our colors just bled into one another. We became one giant painting of swirling colors and heated skin. She was a perfect work of art in more ways than one.
I sucked one of her pierced ni**les into my mouth and used my teeth on the hard, metal ring. It made her arch her back up off the dock and she reflexively squeezed my dick at the pleasure-pain of the action. It made me groan against her now-damp flesh and had me tightening my fist in her hair where I was using it to brace myself above her on the rickety wood.
She was working my jeans down around the curve of my ass and still working my c**k up and down. I thought the top of my head might blow off with every flick of her wrist. I moved over to the other breast to lick and suck until she was writhing under me and had curled her legs up around my hips. She finally let go of my dick and shoved both her hands into my hair so she could jerk my mouth up to her own. She arched up against me and her wet center brushed erotically across the eager tip of my erection. Her arousal dotted the metal studs that were rubbing against her outer lips in sexy, slippery moisture and it made both of us gasp through the kiss.
Her tongue skated along the ridge of my lower lip and she told me with desire-laced humor, “You have so much gunk in your hair I’m never getting my hands back.”
She wiggled her digits in the messy strands and I laughed. It did take a lot of hair crap to rock a pompadour.
“Good. We can stay like this forever.”
I thrust my h*ps forward just a fraction so that the tip of my arousal just barely parted her folds. She wiggled impatiently against me and her eyes got heavy lidded. She bit her bottom lip and arched her back just enough to draw me another inch inside her hot and welcoming body. She dug her fingernails into my scalp and I followed her silent urges and just let my body meld into hers. She made mewling sounds and her eyes drifted closed as I seated myself inside of her as far as I could go. We really did just fit together like we were a matching set, and every time I was with her like this I felt like it was where I was supposed to be.
Her thighs tensed around my h*ps and her hands tugged at my hair. She threw her head back and lifted her h*ps up into mine. I guess the week apart hadn’t been easy on her either. She was demanding with her body all the things I wanted to give her anyway. I kissed her again and braced my weight on my forearms that I left caged around her head and rose up on my knees just a little. Thank goodness I still had my jeans halfway on or else I would be picking splinters out of my skin for days. She angled her h*ps up to match the new position and I felt like I went even deeper inside of her. She was swallowing me up and I never wanted to get free.
Her inner walls started to move, to quiver and flex as I thrust in and out and her hands got more grabby and insistent in my hair. I resisted the urge to just drive into her, to just lose myself in the feel of her body and the peacefulness of the setting. I was trying to imprint on her how important this was to me, how important she was to me, and I couldn’t do that if I just dove off the cliff into a sea of pleasure without appreciating the climb to get there.
I freed one of my hands from her tangle of hair and hooked the edge of my thumb under the hoop in the center of her nipple. I tugged on it at the same time I dropped down to nip at her bottom lip with my teeth. It made her move up—hard—against me and I could feel the liquid response where we were joined. She murmured my name and lifted her h*ps against me so that our pelvises were grinding hard together and I almost lost the steady and smooth rhythm I had been working on. I pulled on the piercing again and her dark eyes snapped open at the same time she gave my hair a rough pull.
“More.”
I kissed her along her jaw and sucked her earlobe in between my teeth. “More what?”
She groaned and dug her heels hard into my ass. “More everything.”
I was going to tease her, tell her that good things came to those who waited, but she short-circuited my brain and made my dick jump when she freed one of her hands from my hair and the goop in it and managed to get it between us so she could touch herself.
“Shit.”
“Ohhhhh . . .” Her eyes drifted back shut and I felt the way her body changed at the added stimulation. She got so tight, burned so hot, I thought the metal cross was going to weld us together in the best way possible.
As much as she was touching herself, her questing fingers kept brushing along the top of my erection as I moved in and out of her. My control split and all I wanted to do was pound into her until we both saw stars and couldn’t catch our breath. I let go of her breast and wrapped a hand around her backside so I could hold her up. I thrust into her, let my forehead fall forward so that it was resting against hers, and just let it all go. It was only me and only her. We were connected in ways that spanned time and all the other nonsense that just didn’t matter.
She gasped my name and I felt her rush of pleasure coat both of us. It made me swear again, and as her body went slack in my hold and her inner muscles started to loosen around me, I had the freedom to really move. I pushed into her, closed my eyes, and just let go of everything that had been before there was her. I felt her kiss me on the corner of my mouth, felt her hand switch from teasing herself to teasing me by making a circle with her thumb and forefinger and wrapping it around the very base of my c**k and squeezing—hard. That was all there was to it. Pleasure snapped and popped along my spine and it was my turn to douse us both in pleasure and wetness. Nothing would ever feel as right as me and her together in this moment.
I collapsed on top of her, all sweaty and spent, and she laughed huskily in my ear. “I’ll be your first and last for whatever you want as long as it feels like that.”
I turned my head so I could nuzzle her ear and told her, “And I’ll make you happy as long as I possibly can if this is what it feels like.”
Enough of the playful banter. She had left me alone for almost a solid week and I had been twisting myself up over her and this thing we had. It was well past time that she just knew it was her for me and no other would ever do.
While she was busy sliding her fist up and down and then back again, I reared up enough to slide her legs out of her stretchy pants so that she was all creamy, bronze skin and wild dark hair and eyes. I loved the pops of color that decorated her skin, loved the way she wore her life like badges captured in art on her body. I loved that when I touched her, when I put my hands on her tattoos, it looked like our colors just bled into one another. We became one giant painting of swirling colors and heated skin. She was a perfect work of art in more ways than one.
I sucked one of her pierced ni**les into my mouth and used my teeth on the hard, metal ring. It made her arch her back up off the dock and she reflexively squeezed my dick at the pleasure-pain of the action. It made me groan against her now-damp flesh and had me tightening my fist in her hair where I was using it to brace myself above her on the rickety wood.
She was working my jeans down around the curve of my ass and still working my c**k up and down. I thought the top of my head might blow off with every flick of her wrist. I moved over to the other breast to lick and suck until she was writhing under me and had curled her legs up around my hips. She finally let go of my dick and shoved both her hands into my hair so she could jerk my mouth up to her own. She arched up against me and her wet center brushed erotically across the eager tip of my erection. Her arousal dotted the metal studs that were rubbing against her outer lips in sexy, slippery moisture and it made both of us gasp through the kiss.
Her tongue skated along the ridge of my lower lip and she told me with desire-laced humor, “You have so much gunk in your hair I’m never getting my hands back.”
She wiggled her digits in the messy strands and I laughed. It did take a lot of hair crap to rock a pompadour.
“Good. We can stay like this forever.”
I thrust my h*ps forward just a fraction so that the tip of my arousal just barely parted her folds. She wiggled impatiently against me and her eyes got heavy lidded. She bit her bottom lip and arched her back just enough to draw me another inch inside her hot and welcoming body. She dug her fingernails into my scalp and I followed her silent urges and just let my body meld into hers. She made mewling sounds and her eyes drifted closed as I seated myself inside of her as far as I could go. We really did just fit together like we were a matching set, and every time I was with her like this I felt like it was where I was supposed to be.
Her thighs tensed around my h*ps and her hands tugged at my hair. She threw her head back and lifted her h*ps up into mine. I guess the week apart hadn’t been easy on her either. She was demanding with her body all the things I wanted to give her anyway. I kissed her again and braced my weight on my forearms that I left caged around her head and rose up on my knees just a little. Thank goodness I still had my jeans halfway on or else I would be picking splinters out of my skin for days. She angled her h*ps up to match the new position and I felt like I went even deeper inside of her. She was swallowing me up and I never wanted to get free.
Her inner walls started to move, to quiver and flex as I thrust in and out and her hands got more grabby and insistent in my hair. I resisted the urge to just drive into her, to just lose myself in the feel of her body and the peacefulness of the setting. I was trying to imprint on her how important this was to me, how important she was to me, and I couldn’t do that if I just dove off the cliff into a sea of pleasure without appreciating the climb to get there.
I freed one of my hands from her tangle of hair and hooked the edge of my thumb under the hoop in the center of her nipple. I tugged on it at the same time I dropped down to nip at her bottom lip with my teeth. It made her move up—hard—against me and I could feel the liquid response where we were joined. She murmured my name and lifted her h*ps against me so that our pelvises were grinding hard together and I almost lost the steady and smooth rhythm I had been working on. I pulled on the piercing again and her dark eyes snapped open at the same time she gave my hair a rough pull.
“More.”
I kissed her along her jaw and sucked her earlobe in between my teeth. “More what?”
She groaned and dug her heels hard into my ass. “More everything.”
I was going to tease her, tell her that good things came to those who waited, but she short-circuited my brain and made my dick jump when she freed one of her hands from my hair and the goop in it and managed to get it between us so she could touch herself.
“Shit.”
“Ohhhhh . . .” Her eyes drifted back shut and I felt the way her body changed at the added stimulation. She got so tight, burned so hot, I thought the metal cross was going to weld us together in the best way possible.
As much as she was touching herself, her questing fingers kept brushing along the top of my erection as I moved in and out of her. My control split and all I wanted to do was pound into her until we both saw stars and couldn’t catch our breath. I let go of her breast and wrapped a hand around her backside so I could hold her up. I thrust into her, let my forehead fall forward so that it was resting against hers, and just let it all go. It was only me and only her. We were connected in ways that spanned time and all the other nonsense that just didn’t matter.
She gasped my name and I felt her rush of pleasure coat both of us. It made me swear again, and as her body went slack in my hold and her inner muscles started to loosen around me, I had the freedom to really move. I pushed into her, closed my eyes, and just let go of everything that had been before there was her. I felt her kiss me on the corner of my mouth, felt her hand switch from teasing herself to teasing me by making a circle with her thumb and forefinger and wrapping it around the very base of my c**k and squeezing—hard. That was all there was to it. Pleasure snapped and popped along my spine and it was my turn to douse us both in pleasure and wetness. Nothing would ever feel as right as me and her together in this moment.
I collapsed on top of her, all sweaty and spent, and she laughed huskily in my ear. “I’ll be your first and last for whatever you want as long as it feels like that.”
I turned my head so I could nuzzle her ear and told her, “And I’ll make you happy as long as I possibly can if this is what it feels like.”
