Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

He kissed my thighs next before he moved his mouth right between my legs. The fabric separated his lips from my clit, but the pressure was still good enough to make my hips buck slightly.

The first time we’d slept together, he didn’t hesitate before he pressed his face between my legs. He devoured me like he was in a buffet line, sucking my clit and diving his tongue deep inside me. A man didn’t usually do that until we’d been seeing each other for a while, but Bosco went for it right away.

It was so good. Just as good as the sex.

My fingers dug into his hair as I felt him kiss me through my panties. I’d been ready for him since the first minute of our kiss. Now I couldn’t stop picturing him on top of me, thrusting into me, with those powerful muscles flexing and shifting. His huge dick was so good, stretched me in a way a man never had before. I panted just thinking about it, fantasizing about the man who was enjoying me that very moment.

He rose to his feet again, but this time, he lifted me into the air, putting my tits perfectly in line with his mouth. He sucked my left nipple into his mouth then gave me a nibble with his teeth. He did the same to the other, lavishing my tits with heated kisses. He was in love with my rack the way I was in love with his shoulders. Most men were particularly drawn to my tits because of their size and perkiness, and Bosco had the same reaction. He licked the valley between my tits then kissed them again, his cock throbbing against my clit.

He held me with one arm as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. He carried me to the couch and lay back, cradling me against him and keeping my pussy right against his dick. With my tits in his face, he kissed them again as he ground against me. “Fuck, I love your tits.” He gave a gentle bite above my left nipple, breathing hard with arousal.

My pussy ground against his cock, and I felt his enormous thickness underneath me. He was the biggest man I’d ever had, possessing a girth that impressed me. People say size doesn’t matter, but after sleeping with him, I knew that was bogus. He made me feel full the entire time, and he made me so wet that our bodies moved together easily. “I love your cock.”

He lifted his gaze to meet mine, that dark expression becoming sexier by the minute. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his fingers dug into my hips so deeply he almost hurt me.

I lifted my body up to pull down my thong, but it only got so far.

“Here.” He gripped the cotton with both hands and ripped the strap right off, the veins on his hand thickening with the exertion. He pushed the material away until it rested on his knee, and he yanked me down again, pressing me right against his cock. “Fuck…” He slowly ground against me, feeling my soaked pussy. My arousal smeared all over his length, coating him from below his tip to his base.

Instead of pulling on a condom, he kept grinding against me, tugging on my hips so I moved forward and backward. He stared at my tits for a while before he looked me in the eye, the sexual desire raging like a forest fire.

I planted my hands against his chest and continued to grind against him, rolling my hips slowly and pressing hard against him. His thickness was so hard that it felt perfect against my clit, the right pressure to drive me wild. I didn’t even need him inside me to feel the climax start.

Bosco moved under me, grinding against me with equal desperation. Instead of kissing, we kept our eyes locked on one another, enjoying each other on an intimate level I’d never shared with another lover.

He gripped both of my tits with his large hands. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet.”

“For you.” I didn’t get this wet for just anybody. I’d never been this wet in my life, actually.

His eyes darkened like I’d just hit an invisible trigger. His fingers dug into me a little harder, his hips pushing into me with more pressure. “No condom.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, but he waited for my permission.

I was on birth control, but that was to regulate my cramps as well as an extra precaution. My family would be so disappointed in me if I ever got knocked up without being in a serious relationship. “I never let a man fuck me without a condom. You aren’t any different, Bosco.”

Instead of pissing him off, that seemed to turn him on even more. “Jesus, you’re so sexy.” He leaned forward and kissed my tits again, grinding me more firmly against his length.