Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

“Yeah…” he says, his lips brushing against the contour of my right ear. “But with you, I really mean it.”

With a smile, I throw my hand back and, placing it on his knee, I slide it toward his crotch. In an instant my heart starts to race fast, pumping blood and desire to my aching pussy. I become wetter and desperate for more as Diesel takes his hands to my breasts and squeezes them softly, making me moan again. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, pressing on them tightly, and my head starts to spin.

I feel his cock brushing against my knuckles, so I just turn my hand around and go for it. I run my index finger over his cock, tracing its contour with my fingertip and pushing him toward the edge of insanity. He pinches my nipples more harshly, his cock pulsing against me. Unable to resist him, I curl my fingers around his shaft, making it pulse harshly, and then start flicking my wrist.

I lean back against him, my eyelids drooping as I stroke him softly. Then, leaning into me, he lays his lips against my neck. I turn around, going on my knees, and just go for his mouth: the moment our lips touch, it’s like an explosion has just happened inside my mind, and the desire I’m feeling right now becomes the center of the universe.

I gently nibble at his lower lip, but I never stop stroking his cock, my hand going faster and faster with each passing second, making the water splash around us. With my eyes closed, I surrender to the avalanche of sensations that invade my brain, and I just let go of his cock and get up, standing in front of him. It’s time now; I need his mouth, and I need it right now.

I place one leg on the edge of the tub and, reaching for his hair, I grab it and pull him into me. He doesn’t resist, and allows me to guide his mouth to where I need it. I start thrusting with my hips, but Diesel takes his time; with one hand on my waist and the other grabbing my ass, he controls my movements, stopping me from moving at a crazy pace.

He moves patiently, licking the whole length of my pussy, his tongue gently nestled between my folds and moving up and down. Each time he hits the top, he circles around my clit, the way he d

oes it driving me completely crazy with burning lust. He doesn’t torture me much longer, a few seconds later, he places both hands on my ass and pulls me into him, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. He devours me like a mad consumed by an insatiable hunger, his tongue flicking at me with a fury and quickness that makes my whole body buzz with pleasure.

Focusing only on my clit, he starts sucking eagerly, flames of ecstasy kissing my entire body as his lips wrap tightly around it. As he does it, I hiss through my gritted teeth, feeling a throaty moan climbing up my throat. I throw my head back as spears of pleasure pierce my mind, a supernova of pleasure carpeting all of my senses.

Kicking everything into high gear, Diesel spreads my cheeks apart and starts brushing his index finger against my ass, teasing and teasing until I just can’t take it anymore.

I scream, oh God, do I scream. And even though I’m screaming, the painful stabs of sweet pleasure hitting me over and over again, Diesel doesn’t relent; he keeps on sucking eagerly, as if that was his ultimate purpose on this Earth. He takes his other hand and places one finger over my folds, slowly sliding it in. He penetrates me with it gently, pressing it against my G-spot and not allowing my orgasm to subside.

Fingering me again, this time he does it with a pleasant violence, ravaging me in such a way that a new orgasm dawns on top of the one still living inside of me. I come for the second time in a row and, when I finally manage to open up my eyes, I realize that the hunger I have inside of me is an insatiable one.

Look, I’m not an innocent or naive girl, okay? I have some experience under my belt. But believe me when I tell you that I've never felt quite like this. I just can’t get tired of his lips, of his perfect body, and of his huge cock… Lock me inside a room with Diesel and throw away the key; see if I care. I can survive through the centuries if I have him by my side, always ready to ravage me.

I go down on top of him then, straddling him as I feel the warm water embracing me, and I curl my fingers around his cock. I angle it toward my pussy and then I let it slide into me to the hilt, its thickness filling me up and straining against my inner walls. I almost stop breathing as I feel him inside of me, his thickness pulsing against my insides fiercely. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m not sure if my pussy will grow accustomed to how big he is. Slowly, I start to bounce up and down, each time Diesel’s cock slides out of me a moan of pleasure cascading out of my mouth.

Wanting to go faster, I place my feet next to Diesel's waist, sitting on top of him; then, I lift my ass up and start jumping up and down, his shaft piercing me with the intensity of an exploding star. I lean into him then, kissing him as he rocks his hips against me. There’s a synergy to the way we do things, an unspoken desire to be destroyed by pleasure… And it’s just perfect.

I go up and down until my pussy starts to tighten around his cock like a vice; I force myself to keep going, my limbs already aching under the constant threat of sudden ecstasy. I come hard, pressing my body down on top of him, his cock buried deep inside of me with a harshness that I simply can’t stop loving.

“Fuck…” I breathe out, my eyes closed shut as I fight back against tears of utter ecstasy.

“We’re just getting started, babe…” he tells me gently, pulling his cock out of me. I sit back on the tub, trying to catch my breath as he climbs out of the tub, the cords of muscles in his body glistening from the warm water.

“You’re right about that,” I tell him with a grin and I stand up as well, my legs trembling. Completely soaked, I walk past him and head straight into the room, walking toward the bed. There, I bend over, placing my hands on the footboard, and wiggle my ass as an invitation. With a grin as wild as my own, Diesel comes up to me and runs his hands down my side and rests them over my ass. His fingers go over my crack and then he moves them under it, his fingertips touching my wet folds.

I close my eyes as he presses his body against mine, the tip of his cock finding its way back to my pussy. I sway my ass from side to side, almost begging him to enter me. Which, of course, I didn’t need to do; with one quick thrust his cock parts my inner lips and pushes back against my inner walls as it penetrates me. He fucks me wildly, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again as his cock goes in and out of me at a relentless pace.

“Oh, fuck, this is too much,” I say, the words hanging heavy in the air as he pounds into me with the fury of a God. His response is a simple one; he thrusts with all his strength, making fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids.

He doesn’t even let me catch my breath; with a growl, he takes his cock out of my pussy and makes me turn around. He pushes me to the side until my back is against the wall and he pins me there, holding my arms over my head. He leans into me and, the moment our lips touch, it’s fireworks all over again.

Our kiss becomes savage, his hands going up the side of my body and hungrily looking for my breasts. He grabs at them, pulling on one nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He nibbles at it with that irresistible hunger of his and then, pulling back fast, he grabs me by the hips, pushing his body against mine as his cock throbs in anticipation. He leans into me now, placing his face between my breasts and grabbing at my ass.

“I want you so bad…” I whisper against his ear.

He doesn’t even reply; he just places one hand under my right ass cheek and forces me to lift my leg up. I do it willingly, placing it around his waist, and then he just presses his cock against my pussy. He enters me with one sudden movement, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

My hands are clawing at his chest, running over the contour of his hard muscles, feeling the warm water still on his skin. He pounds me hard, his hips moving at a steady rhythm and demolishing whatever’s left of my rational mind. All memories of what happened just a few minutes ago—that stupid robbery—fade from my mind, and all that’s left is the bright light of pleasure’s bonfire burning in my mind.

“You’re fucking perfect, Lisa,” he suddenly says, and I open my eyes to meet his smile. A smile, not a grin, and it’s a gentle one, tender and full of grace. I just stare into his eyes as he fucks me, his movements slowly becoming more patient and soft.

And then it dawns on me: we’re not fucking… We’re making love. I know, it might sound silly. But I think that’s what’s happening here, no doubt about it. What’s the difference? I’m not sure if I can explain it to you, but I figure you already have a good idea about what separates one moment of lust from one of love. It’s the kind of thing that you might not be able to describe, but you sure know it when you see it.

Smiling back at him, I brush my lips against his as smoothly as I can, and then he runs the back of his hand over my face, taking a stray lock of wet hair out of the way. Sliding his cock out of me, he simply picks me up and carries me to the bed, laying me down there and climbing on top of me.

His hand goes straight to between my thighs, its open palm pressing hard over my pussy. I need his cock again, and I don’t think I can wait for it. Aching for his thickness almost in desperation, I grab his shaft anxiously, stroking him fast and hard.