Surge

I spread my legs on either side of hips and bent them up, pressing my pelvis into his. The delicious feeling of his dick on my core had me melting like ice cream. His cock thickened quickly in the heat of my sex. The powerful feeling of giving a man a hard-on was multiplied tenfold when he made you just as wet.

Our kiss deepened, our hips ground and moved to the same rhythm of our passionate kiss. I knew we should motivate to leave this bed but the only thing I was motivated to do was take him into me inch by glorious inch. I swirled my hips around his dick some more as it thickened, communicating without words it was just as eager as I.

It only took the tiniest lean to the right to straddle him perfectly, to slide his thick shaft into the slit of my pussy, rubbing up and down, gliding against each other, my pussy throbbing, my clit growing more and more needy by the second.

Our tongues circled more desperately. Up and down I rubbed, my clit more sensitive with every touch, with every flick of contact with the tip of his dick. I bucked wildly, building to my climax. I let my head fall back in the ecstasy of this second chance. My core grew hot and opened up to him, finally feeling the flutter and beautiful pulse of an intense orgasm against him.

I continued to ride him, taking myself up to sitting, and when my clit relaxed into a pleasureful state I could actually handle, I took his thick cock into my hand, ready to plunge him deep inside; I was open, wanting, ravenous for more.

He growled, “I need to grab a condom.”

I circled his dick around my clit and groaned. “No more condoms. Last night wasn’t a one-off. Let’s keeping playing. This feels too fucking good to stop.”

He tilted his head back, clearly enjoying the pleasure of my smooth, wet pussy gliding up and down the length of his shaft, until suddenly, he took my hand off his cock and pulled me back down onto him in one big swoop. He rumbled, a manly whisper, “You want me in there? Bare? Riding the inside of you… releasing into you…”

The timbre of his voice tickled right through my eardrum, down my very center and right back down to my hot, wanting sex.

“Yes,” I returned the whisper. “I want it.”

Our chests breathed into each other. He reached his hands around from behind. His fingers found my opening, eased my lips apart just enough for me to feel his fingertips tickle my opening. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. To feel his bare shaft and all its ripples and veins making me mad. I wanted to feel every inch of it inside me and flutter around his thick cock while he gave way inside me.

Just the thought of him unsheathed made me buck faster, harder. He thrust himself into me, too. The friction heated up, and my warm, wet folds enveloped his cock like a perfect fit. I was greedy, so greedy for him.

I slid myself upward, and this time, when his tip got close to my opening, I lifted slightly to ease him inside. His rock-hard cock spread me open wide, and I felt him all the way to the end of me. All of him. Naked. Raw. Real.

We stopped moving. Frozen and connected, we breathed into our cores. I clenched to feel him more clearly, and I sat up, his dick still inside.

He gazed at me, a devilish stare. “I would love to fill you up. Leave all of me inside you. And the way you’ve been riding me, I’m fucking close.”

I reached down and circled my clit. I wanted to come from every angle.

He glanced down at my fingers and bit his lip. “I’ll hold back, baby. You come for me. Inside and out. That’s it, keep playing. Show me how much you love it.”

His demand for a show was so fucking hot. I circled myself voraciously but I was already so close. So wet and smooth, my fingers caressed eager and fast over my taut bundle of nerves.

“Come for me, baby. Let it all go.” He reached up and tweaked my nipple in his fingers.

I let out a moan, high-pitched, and, desperate to let go, I pumped up and down along his cock as my clit pulsed underneath my fingers. My pussy fluttered around his shaft, and I wanted to feel the warmth of him explode inside me. I squeezed tightly around him, urging every inch of me to touch him ever closer.

But when I slowed my fingers, him reading the come down of my pleasure, he took two strong hands on either side of my hips, pulled himself out, and with my pussy lips still spread on either side of his shaft, he manhandled my core along his dick, forcing me to ride it with urgency, until his warm cum released between us, and fuck, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it inside me.

I let my body fall on top of his. He ran his fingers down the length of my spine and back up again, with the light scratch everyone loved.

He whispered, “That was close.”

“Mmm.” I wasn’t sure I should mention my unexplainable desire to have him release inside me.

But I rarely had to say anything because it would never be long before Drake spoke for us both.

“I wanted it. For the first time in my life, I wanted it. You know?”

My face was buried in his neck, and I could still smell his cologne even though we’d both showered last night. He always smelled of it. This scene would forever be Drake to me.

“I know. I wanted it, too.”

I dismounted, and he grabbed the side of his flat sheet to wipe off some of the mess. I giggled, not really an embarrassed giggle, but for some reason it seemed like the appropriate thing to do.

We lay on our sides facing each other, and he smoothed my hair behind my ear.