“Christ,” he groaned again. “Watching you makes me even harder.”
“You like when I touch myself,” I said as one of my hands slid down my belly to my mound. I rubbed my clit with the pads of two fingers, setting a fast pace that matched the bucking of his hips.
“Come with me inside you.”
I was already close. He fucked me with a bit more gusto, thrusting deep into my wet cunt. I couldn’t quite keep up with him. As though he knew this, he brushed aside my fingers, replacing them with his.
I let out a sharp breath of air as he rubbed my clit with more pressure than I’d applied, more determined to get me off. I palmed my breasts again as the tension built inside me.
“Yes,” I mumbled. “Oh, yes. Just like that.”
He jolted my body with his quick thrusts and I raised my hips to meet each erotic blow.
“Harder,” I said as the wave of sensation rose. “Fuck me harder.”
He stopped rubbing my clit and instead cupped my ass cheeks with both hands. Holding me steady, he hammered into me, driving me wild. Making me lose all control.
“Yes, yes, yes.” It felt better than I’d remembered. Better than anything I’d ever experienced. “Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
He let out another primal growl.
“Fuck my pussy. Fuck me hard,” I said.
“Goddamn.”
A couple more quick thrusts were all it took for me. The wave crested and slammed into me, making me cry out. “Michael!”
He continued pumping in and out of me as my cunt milked his cock. The intense sensations kept my arousal at its peak.
“That is so good,” I said in a breathless voice.
A few moments later, his hips jerked a bit more forcefully. He grunted. His body tensed and then convulsed as his cock surged inside me. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” he said as he came. “Jesus.”
I clutched him tight, hoping to prolong his orgasm. Give him as much pleasure as he gave me.
He let go of my ass and rested an elbow next to my hip. “That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. “Squeeze my cock.”
His other hand returned to my clit. He rubbed the sensitive knot slowly as his hips rocked in a languid pace. The fireworks went off inside me, sparking another orgasm that hit me as he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.
“Michael.” My fingers gripped his biceps. I held on tight as my back arched and my cunt continued to clench and release his thick shaft.
He always gave me that last one. When I caught my breath, I said, “Show off.”
He chuckled, his Scotch-laced breath teasing my nipple, keeping it taut. His tongue flicked over it and my stomach flipped.
“That was amazing.”
“Always is with you,” he said.
“You’re the one who did all the work.”
“Hardly.” He slowly withdrew from me, groaning as he did. “Felt like you weren’t going to give me up.”
“It’s with much reluctance.” Already, I felt a void. I still wanted him. Kissing me, making love to me, saying sexy things to me.
With a sigh over how much that complicated things, I dragged my legs over the side of the bed and stood shakily. Laughing, I said, “You made me weak in the knees.”
“Serves you right for being so thickheaded.”