My lips take hers, our tongues starting to slowly appreciate each other, and once again, I feel a pulse in my dick.
Don’t push your luck. She wants to take it slow.
Our kiss turns passionate. Unable to help it, I roll her onto her back again, my knee spreading her legs.
I want in. I want it fucking all.
No.
I stop myself and pull back from her. If I push her too hard now, I will pay for it later. She needs to want this, not be swept away in the moment by arousal.
My hand drops to between her legs. I run my fingers through her hot, dripping wet flesh as she opens her legs in invitation. My eyes roll back in my head, and my balls clench up into my stomach.
I need to fuck her.
Oh God, I need to fuck.
I sit up in a rush. It’s either that or I’m going to have her legs up
around her ears in about five minutes flat. I imagine myself plunging into her, balls deep, and pre-ejaculate beads on the end of my cock. For fuck’s sake, get a hold of yourself, man.
“Shower, baby,” I whisper.
Her face falls as if disappointed. She wants more. “What are you doing?” she whispers.
I cup her face and lean in to softly kiss her. “Giving you time.”
“I don’t need time.”
My tongue sweeps against hers, and I smile against her lips. “Tomorrow, we go away. We have all the time in the world, Lize. I don’t want to rush this. It’s too important.”
She smiles as I pull her head to mine. Our foreheads touch.
Oh ……my heart.
Nothing has never felt so right.
“So, you don’t want me to suck your cock tonight?” She smirks.
I smirk back, surprised she just said that. That is not a sentence I thought I would ever hear Eliza say.
“That’s not fair.”
With dark eyes, she runs her index finger through my semen on her stomach, and she slowly puts it into her mouth, moaning softly. “You taste good.”
The air leaves my lungs.
She grabs my cock and slowly strokes it. “You got any more for me?”
Get fucked… she’s dirty.
This just gets better and better by the minute.
I spread my legs for her, and she slowly strokes me as she leans over and kisses me, her tongue inciting anything but time.
Urgency is all I feel.
Her strokes become harder, and our open mouths hang over each other’s, as if we’re too aroused to even kiss. The sofa begins to rock and my balls clench.