The kiss turns long and languid. I suck her lip into my mouth and let go with a soft plop. When our tongues tangle, and I can taste a bit of coffee from earlier, I moan, loving her every day taste.
She does something dirty, something unexpected, something that sends a direct jolt to my cock. A bead of pre-come leaks out of my
tip and onto her savory cunt. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, bobbing a bit like she would on my cock, driving me insane.
A snarl leaves me while we tongue fuck each other and honestly, if this is all she ever wants to do, I’m okay with it. She tilts her hips, and the head of my cock sneaks into her tight hole. I rip my mouth away and brush her hair back, staring into her flushed face. “No pressure,” I say.
“I know.” Jolie lays a hand against my face and kisses me one last time. She drifts her hands down my back and squeezes my ass, tugging me against her body, and the force makes me slide to the hilt.
I’m nine inches deep and engulfed in molten tight muscle.
“Jolie,” I groan, hiding my face in her shoulder. I need a minute because she feels like heaven. Twenty years of feeling nothing and now I feel everything. I squeeze the side of her ass, and a sound I’ve never made before leaves me. I should be embarrassed, but she’s making the same noises.
“Owen. I’m so full, I’ve never been so full.”
Good.
“You are made for me, Jolie.” I believe it. I believe every move, every action, every breath, every horrible thing led me to Jolie. I’ve been led to this moment with her. “You are made to take me.”
“Yes,” she grouses, stretching her neck until the tendons stand out.
I move, sliding out until the head of my cock is lodged in her entrance. “Yes,” I agree, the words a mumble over her mouth as I inch inside her again. My sack settles against the crease of her ass. We kiss, we scratch each other’s skin, and we move against each other in synchronized waves.
We bite, we breathe in each other’s breath, and when I decide to move faster, lightning and thunder boom outside, and rain bullets against the windows.
But nothing can drown out our passions.
“Jolie.” My fingers dig into her skin. I can’t seem to get close enough to her. I need more. I want everything from her.
I flip us over until she’s on top, so she can be in control. “My god,” I drawl when I see her stretch out, her breasts in my face, and her taut stomach flexing. Her hands land on my chest, and her face pinches with pleasure. Her lips part in an O, and our pelvises rub together. She lifts off me a bit.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, you’re … big. I need a minute to adjust. I’ve never…” Her throat bobs. “I’ve never been on top.”
“Well, just so you know, you look fucking hot.” My throat rumbles with gravel while I pluck her nipples, and she bucks, pressing herself all the way down against me.
So. Fucking. Wet.
“That’s it,” I croon. “And anything you do will be perfect.”
“Like this.” She thrusts her hips forward and back, milking my cock, using me like she deserves to.
I lift my hand and spank her right cheek. “Just like that.”
She pauses and stares at me wide-eyed.
And it hits me when I realize what I’ve done. “Jolie, I’m so sorry. It was… I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Do it again,” she states, testing another rock of her hips, moaning.
“Wh…what?” I stutter, dragging my hands up her back, then down again.
“Again. Spank me again.”
Smack.
“Yes,” she hisses.