Beauty in Lingerie (Lingerie 2)

Her hands started at my arms, feeling my biceps and shoulders. Then she explored my chest, feeling my pectoral muscles and my chiseled abdomen. She slightly arched her back and moved, rubbing against my hard dick with her pussy.

This was exactly what I wanted. Muse writhing and panting for me. The hatred was gone from her eyes, and now she couldn’t wait to have me. She didn’t need lingerie tonight. In just her skin, she was the sexiest woman in the world.

And she was all mine.

I pressed my mouth to hers and kissed her, finally allowing my mouth to have what it wanted. Her kiss was sexy like always, with the perfect amount of lip and tongue. She breathed into my lungs, her hot breath making my dick twitch.

I moved my hand into her hair, and I slowly rocked into her, rubbing her clit with my thick size. I kissed her harder and deeper, feeling my entire being fall into this woman. This was exactly what I wanted, not a random screw with a few girls from a club. There was only one woman I craved, only one woman I wanted to enjoy every single night.

She was my fantasy.

I wasn’t even inside her yet, and I wanted to come. I felt her take pleasure in me, felt her heart skip a beat because she enjoyed the stimulation so much. Her hands were all over me, grabbing everything and dragging her nails deep into my flesh.

I trailed my kisses to her ear and breathed in her canal. “Muse…”

She dragged her nails to my ass and yanked on me, begging me to move inside her. “Conway…please.”

I pointed my dick at her entrance and slowly slid inside, feeling more lubrication than I’d ever felt in my life. I slid right in, knowing her pussy wanted me just as much I wanted her. I moaned into her ear, wanting her to listen to exactly how much I adored her. I’d never been between the legs of a more beautiful woman, a woman who made me feel more like a man. “Fuck…” I moved until I was completely sheathed, my balls hitting her ass. I’d been with her many times, but this somehow felt like the first time.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and nibbled and moaned into my ear. “Conway.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and my dick twitched inside her. Every time she said my name, I thought I might explode. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. I turned my face back to hers and felt her lips with mine. She was eager for me, giving me her tongue immediately.

I started to rock into her.

The sex was slow and steady. I moved inside her, but barely. My lips were focused on hers, and my chest pressed against her luscious tits as my hips thrust inside her. My balls lightly tapped against her ass, hitting her right between the cheeks. I could feel all her cream, all the lubrication her perfect pussy produced for me. The kiss was just as good as the sex, hot and heavy. Our lips came together, broke apart, and then came together again.

I’d never wanted this, and now I wanted it more than anything. I could pick up a random woman and have good sex with no emotion, but now that felt empty. This was so much better, to feel how much this woman wanted me despite my enormous size. Her lips constantly trembled against my mouth, and her fingers yanked on my hair. She rocked back with me, wanting my dick as much as I wanted to give it to her.

She spoke against my mouth, interrupting her kisses. “I’m going to come…”

I didn’t need a warning because I knew exactly when she was going to release. She squeezed my dick with an iron fist. I sucked her bottom lip and pushed into her deeper, getting my dick all the way inside.

She exploded around me a moment later, her screams deafening me. Her nails dug into the back of my neck, and her moans turned incoherent. She was a slave to her pleasure, turning into a woman who was a subject to her hormones. “Yes…Conway.”

I’d missed this intense connection. I’d missed her kiss, her enthusiasm. The first time I had her, she cried during most of it. But she still came anyway, and that was the biggest turn-on ever. But now she was experienced, practicing on me until she became an expert in the sack. She knew exactly how to please me because I was the only man she’d ever fucked.

Only man.

As much as I wanted to come, I wanted this to last a long time. It felt right again, my fantasy a reality once more. It was easy to get lost in the pleasure. Time stood still, and all I could feel was the sensation erupting all over my body.