“Jesus Christ, the way you move should be illegal,” he whispers against the side of my neck.
As I continue slowly rocking the lower half of my body in his lap, I take one hand off of his shoulder, wrap it around the back of his neck and grab onto his hair, pressing him harder into the side of my neck.
“More,” I groan, shifting above him, the hard press of his cock hitting me in just the right spot.
His arm around my back moves, his hand coming between us and slipping under the edge of my T-shirt. He continues to suck and kiss my neck as his palm skims up my stomach, bringing my shirt up with it, until it’s bunched above my breasts. He pulls his head away from my neck to look between us, and I look down as well, watching the tips of his fingers pull down the cup of my black lace bra.
He lets out a muttered curse and dips his head, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth. The air leaves my lungs with a whoosh, and I rock harder and faster against him, the pulsing between my legs so intense I almost want to cry. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself, and even then, it wasn’t anything to write home about. My ex wasn’t exactly the type of guy who was adamant that I come first. If it happened it happened, and if it didn’t, he just apologized and rolled over and went to sleep.
Eric’s tongue circles around my nipple before he puts his lips around it again and sucks hard, and I know this is going to be something I’m gonna want to put up a billboard about.
The feeling between my legs becomes hotter and more frantic as I grind and rock against him while his mouth is around my nipple. Both of my hands are now pressed to the back of his head, holding him tightly against my breast.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop,” I chant, my voice coming out breathy and like I can barely get air into my lungs.
I’ve never felt this way before. My spine tingles and heat pools in my belly, my thrusts against him getting faster and rougher. The thin barrier of my shorts lets me feel every hard ridge of his cock as I tighten my thighs and press down harder on him.
He moans around my nipple and the vibrations shoot right to my core, my orgasm exploding between my legs as I thrust against him, his fist tightening its hold on my hair when I shout his name up to the ceiling.
Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt washes over me as I continue slowly moving my hips against him until he moves his mouth away from my breast and puts his lips on mine for a quick kiss. He presses his forehead to mine and squeezes his eyes closed, his hand letting go of my hair and clutching onto the side of my hip, helping me continue rocking against his cock.
“Jesus Christ, don’t stop. Fuck, I can’t . . . I’m gonna come,” he mutters.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and pull his chest against mine, swiveling my hips until he thrusts himself up between my thighs. His fingers dig into the side of my hip as he jerks against me once, twice, slamming his lips back to mine and pushing his tongue inside, swirling it around as he grunts into my mouth with his release. I deepen the kiss, sucking on his tongue as I start slowing the movement of my body until he slumps his ass back to the seat of the chair. With me still seated snugly on his lap, our kiss goes from hard and hot to soft and lazy.
He wraps both of his arms around me tightly and holds me against him, kissing me gently for a few minutes, until we both pull back to take in some much needed air.
Now should come the awkward part. The part where we laugh uncomfortably about how we just dry humped like a couple of teenagers, give each other a weird high five, and part ways. But as we sit here, staring at each other, nothing feels awkward about it. Until I catch something out of the corner of my eye and turn my head away from him.
“Why is he staring at us?” I whisper.
Eric turns his head to see what I’m looking at, and lets out a chuckle when he sees Derrick Alfredo casually sitting in the middle of the couch with one leg up by his ear and his tiny wrinkly balls on full display.
“He must have liked what he saw,” Eric jokes.
With his eyes never leaving us, that fucking cat bends his head down and start licking his balls.