“Fucking come,” I ordered, skimming my fingers across her clit like she was a guitar.
She gripped my shoulders and held on.
After only a couple more plunges, she mashed our lips together.
And she lost control. “Ford!”
Her body was overcome with shudders, ripples.
“Oh God!” she shouted. “I’m coming!”
It was fucking gorgeous to see her in that state.
And I was about to join her.
My fingers gripped her, stabbing. “Sydney! Fuck!”
She was dragging the orgasm out of me, pulling the cum from my cock.
The explosion moved fast, through my balls, through my dick.
I held it in for just a second.
And then I shot my first load into her pussy. “Yes!”
She was gliding back and forth, her moans telling me that the waves were just starting to calm in her body, and I was moving up and down, pumping, filling her.
“Fuck!” I propelled upward, burying myself. “Hell yes.”
And she sank over me, taking my dick, swallowing everything I gave her.
I didn’t stop until I was drained.
Until I was empty.
Until there was nothing left to give her.
Our movements halted, and she fell against my chest, her face in my neck.
That was where she stayed.
Breathing.
Cuddling.
But when she finally leaned back, her hands surrounded my cheeks, and her lips softly pressed to mine.
I couldn’t get enough.
Of that coconut scent.
Of the feel of her.
Of the heat from her mouth enveloping me.
I separated us, and a swell moved through me.
One that made everything in my body tingle.
“Sydney …” I hovered over her lips, tasting her in the air, my cock growing, hardening inside her. “I want you to fuck me again.”