I hold myself up, unsure how that happens when Devon kisses my clit lightly, causing me to shiver.
“I love everything about having you on top of me, baby, but I see the way you’re quivering. Let’s get you comfortable.” He helps me scoot down his body, my pussy leaving a path of wetness from his chest to his lean abdomen until I slide to his lap. This time, it’s Devon’s body that is vibrating against mine. I can feel the way his body feels beneath mine. He’s on a tight rope, and I have a feeling he’s about to snap.
My hand delves into his shorts, wanting his length in the palm of my hand, to glide my hand along his skin. Devon gets the idea of me wanting him out of his swimsuit, needing him as naked as I am. I sit up on my knees, never letting go of his thick length while he slips out of his shorts. It’s an awkward angle, but we make it work, and when I see him completely naked, my body lights up all over again with the need to see him come apart for me this time.
11
Devon
The way her flavor came alive on my tongue, I could have drunk from her body all day long. She’s still on top, a place I can sense that she likes, and I think she needs it at least for this time.
My cock is in her hands, and the way they feel like velvet as she finds a rhythm has me arching my back. When she cups my balls, the ache increases tenfold.
“Baby, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m going to come before I get inside of you.” My voice is coming out choppy as I talk. I know, once I feel her velvet heat wrapped around my dick, I’ll be in heaven, and that’s where I want to be right now. My hands grasp hers, stopping them from their ministrations.
“I was having fun.” Her eyelashes flutter with a pretend pout. I laugh as she moves her hands, placing them behind her body and grasping my thighs. Her body is arched back, and her lithe frame is open to my gaze as I take in everything. Michelle’s dark hair is even darker from the pool. Her skin has a tinge of redness from the heat of the day, her nipples are pebbled, a fine sheen of moisture is covering her body, and when she looks down into my eyes, she bites that fucking lip of hers.
I hold my cock in my hand, ready to feel every delicious inch of her wrapped around me. “Michelle, baby,” I groan. She’s already lowering her hips down. Her pussy flutters around me, and I know I’m not going to last long with the way our bodies react to one another.
She smiles, and then I take over. My hands blaze a path from her thighs to her hips, squeezing them so tight she’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. That thought, my mark on her body, has me pulling her down in one quick push. With the way she clenches around me, I have to think about baseball, my parents—fuck, I even start doing multiplication tables in my head to keep from coming fast and hard.
Michelle’s moans make me pause. I swear to Christ, from the rippling alone, she’s on the verge.
“You going to come for me again, Michelle? While I’m inside you, the way your pussy is clenching down on my cock, I bet you fucking are.” A small smirk plays on my lips, and I know what I’m going to do. Instead of fucking her hard and fast like I want to, I’m going to build her up slowly, so damn slowly she’s going to fall apart, and I’ll be the one to watch and touch while I fall right along with her.
The tips of my hands travel up the length of her body, grazing her sides, trailing around her breasts, to her neck, but I don’t stop there. No, instead, my hands fist her hair, and I sit up while still inside her, never breaking our connection. My mouth finds hers, and I swallow her gasp. The hair on my chest abrades her nipples; they pebble tighter than they were when she played with them while I tasted her. Yet, I still don’t piston in and out of her. Oh no.
“Oh, God, Devon,” she moans into my mouth. Her skin is covered with a gooseflesh, such a contradiction to the heat that’s coming off of her body.
My hands tug on her loose hair. I’ve figured out that she loves a pinch of pain; it lights her whole body up. I watch as she finds her release. Michelle’s eyes flutter close, and her body is sated, but I’m going to work her up again. This time, she’s going to take me with her. I flip us over, our bodies never letting go. I’m wedged between her soft thighs as they envelop my muscular legs, another contradiction amid our bodies. Something I’m finding I love more and more each time I’m with her.