“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m okay,” she replied. Her voice was breathless but her eyes less worried. The tension in her shoulders diminished as I kissed one of them before rising back up onto my knees.
With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other reaching up to palm one of her tits, I started moving. Slow, deep, gentle. My eyes closed as I placed my forehead on her back and just felt.
If I believed in a god, it would be the god of women’s asses.
My hand moved to her belly, running my fingers over her skin. I could feel a couple of the ridiculous sequins that had been glued to her skin come off as my hand brushed over them. I traveled lower, felt the smooth skin between her legs, found her opening, and slid my finger inside.
Bridgett cried out, and her fingers gripped the sheet. They coiled around the fabric tight enough to make me pause briefly, assessing her and ultimately deciding her cries were of pleasure. My fingers moved inside of her, and my thumb brushed over her clit.
“Evan!”
With one hand on her breast and the fingers of the other sliding in and out of her, she began to push back against my cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered. “Feel that.”
Bridgett moaned into the mattress, and I decided the sound was a pretty good one. My thumb rubbed her clit in circles, then pressed as I thrust deeper, then rolled again in time with my hips. My fingers kept up with the same rhythm, and though the angle reaching around her was a little difficult, it was worth it to feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as my cock filled her ass.
My hand moved from her tit to her hip, and I used it as leverage to set a little faster pace. The grip her body had on my dick was fantastic, and every time I pulled back it felt like she was dragging me right back in.
Warm, tight hole and big, round ass cheeks bouncing around as I thrust into her…
Perfection.
“Do you know how easy it would be to fuck you in the ass from this position?”
My own echoed words floated around in my head, causing me to pause for a moment before refocusing my attention on the woman in front of me. She was rocking back and forth on her knees, trying to keep up with my movements. I leaned over her back and placed my mouth against her shoulder blade.
“Feels so good,” I mumbled against her skin. “My cock in your ass…love how that feels.”
She shuddered, and her hand reached back as if she was trying to touch me – touch us – but she couldn’t quite reach. My hand moved over hers, laced our fingers together, and I started thrusting faster. My thumb and fingers kept pace, and when I pushed down against her I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers, my cock – everything.
I pressed against her with the pad of my thumb, and she cried out incoherently. Her legs trembled, and I reached around her waist to keep her from falling to the sheets. I stroked her with my fingers a couple more times as she panted beneath me, then raised myself up, grabbed her hips, and started to move again.
Not faster, but deeper and with more purpose. I didn’t hold back but felt her body give way to mine, hugging my cock and giving me everything that was her.
I arched my back, thrust into her one final time, and let myself go. My cock shuddered and released into the condom as I held my hips tight up against her ass. My fingers gripped her backside as I pulled her against me just a bit more and then released her.
My hand went to the base of my shaft, gripped the edge of the condom, and then pulled back slowly. Bridgett gasped as my cock left her and dropped to her stomach as I backed away from her and got off the bed. I tossed the condom into the trash in the bathroom and then came back.
She was still on her stomach, and her eyes were closed. I climbed back into bed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her against my chest.
“You did good,” I told her, though I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to say it.
“It felt good,” she whispered. “No one ever…used their fingers like that. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
I snickered quietly through my nose and was about to ask her what she thought of the other times I had made her come when I suddenly stopped before the words started.
I’d never given her an orgasm before.
Blowjobs and coming on her face had been the norms with her – I hadn’t even given it a second thought prior to ramming her ass.
Should I have?
With my shoulders tensed, my mind wandered to other hookers I’d had in the past – all single night hookups, and as I looked back on it, I hadn’t tried to bring them to orgasm, either. I had paid for the sex, and in my mind that meant they weren’t entit
led to orgasm as well. Of course, it had always been a one-time thing before, and Bridgett was over here all the time.