Surge

She sat, leaned back on her hands, and bent her legs in front of her. I took a seat.

“Spread your legs.”

She complied, and opened up before me was her glistening core. Her dark, pink folds soft and ready.

“Now touch yourself for me…”

She bit her lip. “What am I? A hog roast?”

“More like cherry pie. I want that cream, baby.”

She giggled and brought her fingers to her mouth, drew them in so seductively I could practically imagine my dick in there instead. She brought her wet fingers to her clit and circled. Her face instantly relaxed. She was here and only here.

“Like this?” she asked. “I won’t last long with you staring at me like that.”

“Like what?” My jaw ticked even though I tried to act innocent.

“Like you’re licking me but not with your mouth.”

I stood and pressed her shoulder lightly back, easing her down onto the table. I drew my finger between her breasts, and her skin responded with goosebumps that trailed down her stomach. ”I’ll never deprive you, baby.”

I took her hand off her clit and licked her from back to front. A wide, soft tongue wandered over her entire pussy, licking her like a melting summer ice-cream cone. I circled my tongue around her entrance, loosening her, getting her nice and wet for me. My cock was in agony now, so I reached down and undid my pants, easing my dick loose with only the most subtle relief. I gave it a pump to relieve some of the tension, trying to slow myself down.

I teased around her clit; it grew under my tongue like a pebble. She moaned as I brought her closer and closer, and her hips writhed and bucked into me when she wanted more. Faster I circled…

“I want you inside me…” Her voice dripped down into my ears. “I want to come together.”

At that, I stood, ripped my shirt over my head, and let my jeans and boxers tumble to the floor. I held out my hand, hoisted her off the table as I figured she’d endured enough of that wood, and led her to my bedroom.

I lay down on the bed. “I still want to watch.”

She crawled up from the bottom of the bed on all fours, like a mother fucking tiger, then straddled me. Before taking me in, she took my thick cock in her hand and slid it up and down, then circled it around her opening, making my dick nice and wet, lubed up with her own cum. As if the moment would never come, she eased down onto me.

“Fuck…” I groaned.

She took it in like a pro. I watched my dick disappear inside her, inch by inch, then out it came out again, slick and shining with her juices all over it.

“That’s it, nice and slow.”

She eased back down, swallowing me with her core. The smooth hot surface of her sex melting around me was absolute paradise. Being with her brought about that same feeling of lying in the sunshine, being nourished by the earth’s star, hot and full of essential sustenance that you could pretty much only find in her.

Her legs spread wide, and her glistening folds whispered open just enough for me to lick my lips at the sight of her clit peeking out. I moistened my thumb and rolled it gently around the bundle of nerves as she threw her head back, her mouth open, and let out a low, gutteral moan.

“Mmmm.”

I squeezed my ass cheeks to lift into her ever so slightly. The slow rhythm of ecstasy difficult to maintain but the sweetest kind of torture. She drew her body upward, almost as if in slow motion, then stopped, with only my tip inside her. Maeve clenched her muscles around me and motioned up and down more quickly. I worked my thumb to her downbeat, the maestro of our fucking ecstasy.

Then she slammed back down on me, almost unexpectedly, She was being erratic, kind of wild, riding me like one of those mechanical bulls you never knew where it was going. I might have flashed a smirk if she hadn’t grown me to the point of bursting. I steadied myself the best I could. Good guys always finished last. At least in bed.

She rode me stronger, faster. Her eyes were closed, and her small white teeth dug into her bottom lip. When she let out another moan, I nearly fucked it up, released like an animal, but I held on, and just long enough, too. Her clit pulsed under my thumb. She swallowed me inside her until her pussy fluttered around my shaft. I let loose, too. I filled her with my release, my dick throbbing inside her.

“Fuuuuuck.”

I steadied her hips. In and out, I forced her core up and down as slowly as possible, wanting to drag out this fucking deep heat.

“Fuuuuuuck…” It felt so good she’d reduced my vocabulary to one word.

We slowed our pace, and as much as I didn’t want to ever leave that sweet honey pot, my dick didn’t cooperate forever and slapped out. I promptly got up to fetch a towel, more for her than for me as I didn’t give a shit if I smelled like our sex all day long. But she didn’t like being sticky, so I wiped her dry but I really wanted to lick her off like a goddamn dog. I never could get enough of her, but men weren’t built for immediate round twos.