Her fingers clamp over the outline of my hard-on, sending a clenching ache through my core that takes my breath away.
“See? Looks like you need me too.”
With every bit of self-restraint I have, I take her wrists in my hands and disengage her fingers from my shirt.
“Joanna, this isn’t what we agreed to—”
“New plan!” she announces, sitting astride my lap again, this time facing me. I can feel the heat of her pussy through my trousers as she grinds against me, her thighs clenching against mine.
“I’m only going to be here another week,” she explains in a rush, her lips just millimeters from mine, the sweetness of her breath fills my mouth, irresistibly drawing me closer.
“This isn’t what we… what I—”
“You told me you were full-service,” she smirks, her upper lip brushing against mine tantalizingly. I see the glint in her sea glass-green eyes, that fairy-like temptation.
Slowly my hands drift over her outlines of their own accord, gathering handfuls of her ass cheeks against my palms. It’s a delig
ht I have denied to myself for so long, it feels like it must be wrong, but…
“Oh, yes,” she sighs as her mouth sweeps across mine, those petal-soft lips nudging my lips apart.
“You want to learn how to come with a cock inside of you?”
She gasps, drawing her lip in between her teeth. “Oh! Yes!”
I nod slowly, controlling myself as much as I am able. With the illusion of professionalism quickly vanishing in front of me, I at least want to make one last attempt at keeping this on the level.
“Well, if you insist…”
Quickly her fingers find the zipper of my trousers and release my hard-on. I take her wrists back and pull them away, leaving her to balance her weight on her toes as she straddles me.
“Just slow down,” I coach her. “Don’t rush.”
She takes a deep breath, tensing as she strains to follow my instructions. I can feel how she’s holding back, how she’s resisting her old habits. But if her old habits didn’t bring her to climax, she needs new ones. She needs to learn how to ride a cock good and proper.
“Lick your fingers.”
Without blinking, she inserts two fingers between her pillowy lips, dragging them across her tongue.
“I want you to stroke your clit while I enter you, all right?”
She nods her head, sliding her fingers between her plush pussy lips as I angle her hips. The head of my cock brushes against her entrance, sliding through the wetness, so warm, so inviting.
I feel myself on the tip of climax, ready to come at any moment, but force myself to wait. I would never come before her. But it is going to be a challenge.
A moan swells in her throat as I breach her entrance, pushing past a tight ring. Her fingers slide around her clit, drifting in lazy circles.
“Perfect, just like that,” I tell her.
She drapes her other arm over my shoulder for balance as she knits her eyebrows together in concentration. Her forehead leans against mine and I force myself to go as slow as possible. Inch by inch, I drive into her, feeling the bands of muscles grasping against me. Suddenly she begins to clench, sucking her breath between her teeth.
Oh! Oh!” she gasps, flexing her thighs and her toes.
“Stay with it, Joanna,” I bark, pulling her in circles to hit her G-spot as she’s taking every inch of me.
A gush of juice flows over my cock and she arches her back, her fingers buried in her pussy, her hips thrusting against me. I feel her walls dragging me deeper, sucking me like a mouth, vacuuming me inside her.
Suddenly she falls forward, pinning me back on the chair while her pussy works my length with vibrating spasms of tectonic motion. Blindly she finds my mouth and kisses me hard, sucking my lower lip between her teeth as she groans.