Saving Della Ray

The moment he placed his other hand on my stomach and began to slide it down to my tormented, throbbing pussy, my whole body tensed with anticipation.

He palmed my dampened panties and then slid the sheer material aside to obtain full access to my wet silky folds. He slid his fingers into the delicate cleft. I drenched him. The sound of his finger squelching echoed loudly around us.

He plunged another finger in, and I bit down on his shoulder at the delicious intrusion. My hand tore the tie on his hair away as I needed something to claw at to keep me sane.

He slid his fingers expertly in and out of me, his thumb stroking my swollen nub.

It felt so freaking good, my heels lifted off the floor. “Bone,” I breathed as I ground my hips into his big, callused hand. I was on fire. All I could feel and breathe in was him. My head fell back as I entered into an entrancing state of mindlessness.

His mouth joined the attack as he sucked and pulled on my rock-hard nipples. I was overwhelmed, and as his tempo increased on both pleasure stations of my body, I flew closer and closer to the edge.

When I climaxed, it was so hard for a few moments I forgot where I was. All I could feel was the rush and heat of my release as it spilled over his hand. My core was so taut it reverberated with the powerful orgasm. Even then he didn’t stop. He continued to work his thumb against my clit milking every ounce of pleasure he could.

My hips thrashed wildly and he had to lay his palm on me to provide the hard relief that I needed. I sagged against him, spent and awed.

Della Ray

He lifted me, his hands gripping the underside of my thighs and pulled at them so my legs would go around his waist. I obeyed, my face buried in his neck as I tried to gather my wits. The next thing I felt was my ass on the cold counter.

“Hold on to the edge of the counter,” he ordered as he jerked my hips forward. Without waiting for my response, he buried his face between my legs. Covering my entire pussy with his mouth, he began to suck ferociously.

“Bone,” I gasped, my hands scurrying for some support as my body threatened to slide off the counter.

He never lifted his head until I found another climax on his tongue. I was panting heavily when I looked down to find him still meticulously licking my wet folds. His eyes were like blue fire when he stood and pulled a condom packet from his pocket. Then he began to unzip his jeans. His cock was swollen and throbbing.

My breath was shaky as I brushed his beautiful tousled hair out of his face and covered my mouth with his. I tasted myself on him and the mingling with his delicious flavor, struck a chord of intimacy within me like nothing else I’d ever known. I moaned into his mouth when I felt the wide head of his cock slipping and sliding between my folds. He teased me with that rock-hard rod until I leaned forward and grabbed a hold of it myself. I fisted him eagerly, wishing I could also have a taste of him, but I’d have to wait for that. I knew he couldn’t wait anymore. All he wanted was to be inside me.

He saw the blade of hunger in my eyes and with a nip at my chin, he took control and positioned himself at my entrance. With his strong grasp on the flesh of my hips, he lifted me slightly off the counter and slammed into me.

I cried out breathlessly at the sudden penetration. Oh, God. As he filled me, my walls convulsed around him. It was the most satisfying thing to be so utterly filled, so utterly stretched. I reached down to grab his ass, my short fingernails digging into the tightly clenched flesh.

He began his rhythm, his mouth on my neck. It muffled the animalistic groans that tore out of my throat as he began to thrust in and out of me. I gave as good as I got. I rocked my hips feverishly to meet his as he pounded himself into me.

He worked hard to completely possess me and drive me out of my mind. And he succeeded. Sweat drizzled down my back and my words became mumbled and senseless as the rush of ecstasy rattling every inch of my body. I heard my cries as though from a distance.

“Fuck me!” I cried. “Bo-ne. Oh, fuck … Yes. Just like that. Ohhhh, goddddd …” I screamed and felt the ache in my throat. Suddenly however, he halted but I tightened my hips around him, shaking my head in abject refusal. “No,” I panted, “What the hell are you doing? You can’t.”