“Oh, God,” she says. “Oh, God.”
“Just the tip, Aria. You can’t have all of it at once.”
“I want it all,” she says, leaning her forehead on my shoulder. Her body is limp except for her legs and her fingers. Just limp as I hold her up against the glass and slowly fuck her hard so that each thrust forward she has to exhale because I’m forcing the breath from her lungs.
“I want to be on top of you,” she says. “I want to come on top of you.”
I swing her around, mission accomplished with the window, and walk her over to the couch. I sit and lie back a little, still holding her, still inside her, and say, “Ride me, sweet thing. Rub that pussy all over me.”
She places both her hands on my chest, her long hair hanging down and covering her face. And she begins to move. I grip her hips, guiding her just a little. She’s rubbing her pussy on me. Trying to stimulate her clit. For a girl who’s never fucked before she met me, she sure knows how to please herself.
The idea that I could be falling in love with a natural sexual deviant makes me feel like I won the lottery. Like we have years and years of dirty sex ahead of us.
“Jesus,” I say, making myself even more turned on thinking about our future.
“I think I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” I say. “Do it. Come all over my dick.”
She goes stiff for a second, her eyes wide. And then her fingernails grip into my chest as she arches her back and wails. Her pussy contracts around my shaft and I almost blow. It takes every fucking year of experience I have not to come inside her right now.
I need this girl on the pill. Soon. Because I want to feel that. I want to come with her and I can’t.
She slumps forward, exhausted. Her knees pressing against my ribs as she buries her head into my neck and breathes hard.
I rub her ass cheeks. Slowly caressing her. My fingers slipping down between her legs to push against her tightly puckered asshole. My cock still rock hard inside her.
“Now you,” she says, a few moments later. “Now you put it in my mouth.”
Holy fuck. “Are you sure?”
She twirls a finger on my bare chest and says, “Mmmm-hmmmmm,” so it comes out like a slow seductive moan.
“Then get on your knees in front of the couch.”
She lifts herself off me. My dick slowly sliding out of her pussy. It falls forward, slapping against my stomach as she gets down on the floor and I swing my legs around so she’s boxed in by my knees.
I fist my wet and glistening cock and say, “OK, but you have to go slow. And you only get to suck the tip.”
“What? Is that how it’s done?”
Sweet, sweet child.
“For you, this time, it is. Trust me. That’s all it’ll take.”
Just the thought of her pouty, plump lips touching my cock makes me want to come.
She leans forward with her mouth open. Her eyes only on my cock. I say, “Eyes up here, sweetie.” And she looks at me, smiling as I press the very tip of my cock up to her lips. She wraps them around the head, taking the whole swollen knob into her mouth, then gags and pulls back.
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be,” I reply. “This is the very best part. Now do it again.”
She opens again, and again she takes the whole head and pulls back gagging.
“I’m sorry.” She frowns.
“Aria,” I say. “I want to come on your face just watching you do that. Now do it again. And keep doing it. I don’t even want you to take me deep. This is all I want.”
She wraps her hands around my shaft and leans in again. And this time I lean back on the couch and free my balls from the constriction of my jeans.
Tips of lips, then gagging.
The blood is pumping and rushing inside my cock. A burst of warmth, then pure heat as pressure inside me builds and builds, each time she puts her hot mouth over my skin. And each time she gags, it builds higher and higher.
I grab her head, forcing her to stay in place as she sucks on the tip of my dick. Not really struggling or make me back off, but letting me control her.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, back off now, Aria. Because I’m going to.”
She doesn’t back off. Just gags a little more and that’s all I can take. That’s all the self-control I have. I ease my hips down towards the edge of the couch so I’ve got her head directly over the top of me, and I let it out with a pulsing gush of relief.