Abby puts her hands over mine at her hips.
“Show me,” she pants. “Show me how you like it.”
I’m all for taking control, but in this particular juncture, with Abby’s perfect pussy squeezing around me—I’m in the mood for something else.
“Get yourself off on me. Ride me until you come. I want to see it, Abby.” I kiss her hard. “I want to feel it.”
Every woman has that pace, that one way of fucking and being fucked that they absolutely love. That’s guaranteed to get them off every time. Some are too timid to ask for it and some men are too damn dumb to notice when they do—but that’s what I want now.
I want Abby to show me—and I want to watch her fall apart as she does.
She moans low and long at my words, her eyes sliding closed and her hips shifting—her muscles instinctively clamping. I skim my hands from her arse to her waist and up to her breasts—cupping and teasing them—and leaning forward to suck and lick on the sweet berry of her nipple.
And then she starts to move, to find that rhythm that will make her gasp and whimper and scream.
Abby likes it deep, and slow. She doesn’t rush or bounce up and down frantically.
She glides.
My cock is rigid and hot and buried inside her the whole time, as she grinds back and forth and then in circles—rubbing her clit against my pelvis with a steady, intensifying pressure.
I lie back against the sofa cushion, tilting my head up, watching her.
And for a second my breath catches in my lungs.
Because she’s beautiful like this. Open and bare and chasing her pleasure—and brave enough to let me watch. Her eyes are closed, her lashes fanning, her pretty brow scrunched in slight concentration and her plump lower lip captured between her teeth.
Her hips slide faster, and she widens her legs, pressing me inside deeper. I feel her pussy tightening around me, getting wetter . . . getting close.
I grip the back of her neck, pulling her down to me so I can whisper against her lips. “It’s so good, love. It’s so fucking good like this. Give it to me—let me feel you come.”
Abby opens her eyes and presses her forehead against mine and her pussy presses down on me and her hips jerk and her mouth opens in a broken, grasping groan.
And her muscles squeeze around my cock so good, she almost makes me come with her.
But I tamp it down, breathing harsh, and pull it back from the edge.
After she comes down from her orgasm, I grip Abby’s arse and stand up from the sofa. We kiss roughly on the way to the bedroom. She licks at my neck, my jaw, chanting God’s name and mine in my ear. I pause halfway down the hall, press her back against the wall and thrust inside her—’cause it feels too good not to.
And then we’re in the bedroom. I lay Abby on her back and pull out, resting on my knees so I can look her over, touch her. So I can spread her legs wide in the middle of my brilliant bed.
I start at her mouth, rubbing her lip with my thumb, down her chin, drawing a slow line to her breasts, then down the center of her stomach and between her legs.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
She’s extra warm and slippery now. I pump two fingers inside her and use her own wetness to rub her clit slick. Rubbing soft and teasing—not to get her off, but to keep her hot.
“Say it sweets.”
Her voice is small and for the first time since we walked in my door—unsure.
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
I wedge my hips between her thighs, bracing over her on one hand and holding my cock with the other—sliding the head up and down her slit.
“But I want to hear you say it, Abby. It’ll feel so good to hear.” I lean down and kiss her gently. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you?”
I already know she does, but her chin jerks up and down in confirmation.
“Then give me the words, beautiful girl.”
Up and down I slide my dick—pressing close but not pushing in. Abby braces her feet against the bed, knees bent, raising her hips up, trying to take me inside.
“Tell me what you want, Abby. What we both want.” I suck at her lips. “ Let me hear you say it.”
She looks right in my eyes and in her perfect, refined voice—she begs.
“I . . . I want you inside me, Tommy.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh God—yes. Please . . .” Her hips rise again—searching—and my dick is right there at her tight opening. “Please fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me now.”
And it’s so good and I’m so pleased with her—I don’t make her wait a second longer.