Avery
“But,” I say in protest.
I’m on my knees, and eye level with the most glorious cock I’ve ever laid eyes on. Or tasted. Having him in my mouth sent a rush of heat to my pussy, flooding my walls.
God, he tastes good. I open my mouth and lean forward, determined to get it back in my mouth, but Knox yanks me up by my shoulders.
“I was enjoying that,” I say.
“So was I. Too much,” he says, his voice rough.
Knox tugs at my top, and I pull it off over my head, exposing my bra. It’s another lace one, this one red with a matching g-string. There’s barely anything to the bra itself, and my tits spill out of it.
His eyes pop, and he exhales sharply.
“If I’d known what was under that blouse, I would’ve ripped it off when I stepped through the door.”
The words wash over me, racing my heart. I’m relieved to know he likes my body as much as I like his. It’s nervous hooking up with a guy you already know has a perfect body, I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
He draws me into him, his right hand wedged between us, holding my left breast. Our upper bodies are pressed tight against each other. My body is already flaming from him, but the skin contact ignites it further, turning me into a volcano of lust.
Knox pushes his fingers inside the waistband of my skirt. I undo it, and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the g-string.
I step back to grab his jeans and push them further down his sculpted legs. Before I get to his knees, he wraps his finger in the string and yanks. The panties tear away, leaving me in only my bra.
“Better,” he says, and lifts me in his arms.
He drops me on the worn-out mattress, because I’d never intended for it to be anything other than background dressing. I sink into the worn-out bed and Knox climbs on after me, kicking off his jeans and underwear.
Our mouths find each other for a moment, before Knox’s firm lips trail down my neck and over my collarbone. With a finger, he pulls both cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts and he grunts in approval.
I moan as he kisses over them, moving between my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. With my leg, I rub against his rock-hard cock.
Knox props himself beside me, his hand rushing over my body until it reaches my mound. Without pause, two thick fingers push straight into my walls, which are slick with want. Without any attempt to be gentle, he rams them into me over and over while his thumb rubs against my clit.
I can’t stop moaning and squealing. The noises I’m making embarrass me, but I can’t help myself. It’s too intense, and I’m all too aware of Knox’s head hovering over me, his intense eyes burning into my face and over my body.
Every last inch of my body tingles.
“I’m going to come,” I blurt, my voice a breathy whisper.
Knox yanks his hand away, kisses my forehead and says with a smile, “Not yet.”
He fights the worn-out mattress and moves to the end of the bed. My body still tingles and buzzes. Not even trying to understand what just happened, my eyes vacantly watch him take a condom from his jeans and roll it on.
In moments, he moves his body between my legs and kisses over me. His tip is against my mound, pushing through my lips until it finds my entrance.
Our eyes find each other’s, and lock together with an intensity almost too difficult to bear. But for some reason, all the nervousness I’d had when he arrived tonight melt away.
Still holding my eye contact, he slowly enters me, his large cock stretches and fills me in ways Nathan’s never did.
He gives me a quick, open-mouthed kiss and begins to move in me, still taking his time. I swallow, still not quite believing this is happening. It doesn’t take long before I’m on the verge of tipping over again.
I can’t stop moaning. Each slow thrust forces a squeal from me. My breath is ragged.
“Not yet,” Knox says, and pulls out of me.
Holding me, he rolls us both over until I’m straddling him. He pulls me flat against him, and undoes my bra, pulls it off and tosses it away.
“I want to watch your tits bounce as you ride me,” he says as he pushes me upright.
He positions his cock at my entrance, and I lower myself onto him. Sparks fly through my insides as I let my weight sink onto him, bringing him deeper into me than before. It almost hurts, it’s in so deep, but somehow it’s pure bliss.
Even though he’s on the bottom, Knox pulses his hips and my body bounces. A smile springs onto his face as my tits jiggle and shake. He keeps bouncing me, and soon I’m back to squealing. My walls spasm more and more.
And with his hands on my ass, he yanks me off him. I moan in protest, but his hands sweep me along, until I’m sitting on his face. His tongue roves through my folds and zeroes in on my clit.
I’ve never done this before, I don’t want to suffocate him. Knox’s hands are firm on my ass, and hold my weight. Unable to hold my torso upright, I lean onto the heavy headboard.
Knox’s tongue slides between my clit and entrance. The tingles shooting up my back and down my legs are overwhelming, but I’m determined not to make any noises. Or at least as few noises as I can. I don’t want him to stop this. Ever. Why does being on top make it more intense?
He slides his one arm across my ass, so I’m resting on his forearm. With his other hand, he moves straight to my pussy, and two of his thick fingers straight into my entrance. Knox sucks my clit into his mouth and massages it with his tongue.
With something for my walls to clamp around, my pussy spasms, sending a shockwave up my back and neck, straight to my brain. I scream and slump hard against the headboard as his fingers continue to move in me, and his mouth continues to attack my clit.
I dissolve, and he has to remove his fingers from me to grab my upper body and stop me from falling to the side.
Pulling me down and flipping me over, I’m on my back again, my pussy still spasming and waves still rushing through my body. Knox is over me, the muscles of his broad shoulder tense. I want to kiss them, to feel their hardness with my tongue, but I can’t. I’ve sunk into the mattress and am trapped.
The tip of his cock is at my entrance again, and this time as he enters me I feel relief, relief for having something for my walls to grip. He begins to move in me, sending a burst of tingles through my chest. He rest his head against mine, so our cheeks are touching and our mouths are near each other’s ears.
His voice low, he says, “Talk to me.”