Being able to sixty-nine with a woman is a fantasy-come-true for any man. I’m on top of Skylar with my mouth between her legs, and she’s sucking me off. I’m almost certain there is no purer form of bliss, no matter what they say about eternal happiness.

She moans beneath me, the sounds a little muffled with my cock in her mouth, and I must admit it’s hot as hell. Her moans also send little hums through my cock, and the vibrations are driving me crazy. It’s a sensation I would never have expected, but it’s fucking fantastic.

I lick up and down her slit, lapping at her wetness. When I close my lips around her clit and suck, she moans and squirms, and the sounds she makes travel through my cock. I move my hips slowly, aware that she’s pinned beneath me, and I don’t want this to become unpleasant, but effectively, I’m fucking her mouth and I love it. This is the kind of kinky thing men only dream of, and I’m here, acting it out with the sexiest woman I know.

After a while, I can feel her getting close to orgasm. I don’t know how I know. I just do. It’s in the way she gasps and moans, her lips getting slack around my cock. Her scent gets stronger. I don’t want her to come yet. I want to thoroughly enjoy the evening, and the plus side of doing this position with her is that there’s no way I’ll come yet. Her sucking, although fantastic, is just not vigorous enough. This might be the best position yet.

I stop paying attention to her clit and roll off her. He gasps like she’s coming up for air. Her cheeks are rosy, and a red flush spreads across her breast and inner thighs, telling me she’s fully turned on. I lie down on my back and hold my hand out to her. She sits up, and her ponytail has gone completely skew. She pulls the hairband out, and her auburn hair is ruffled. Sex hair. Hot.

She makes a move to straddle me, but I shake my head.

“Turn around, baby,” I say, and in no time, she knows what I want. Instead of facing me, she straddles my hips, facing the other direction. Her back is toward me, and I run my hands down between her shoulder blades.

“You have the most beautiful back I’ve ever seen,” I say to her.

“It’s all that hard work in the kitchen,” she answers. “Sometimes, I worry I’m too muscular.”

“God, never,” I say.

She wraps her fingers around my cock, and I gasp. The sensation never gets old. She positions herself and lowers her body onto my cock. From this angle, her ass presses against my thighs, bubbling out, and the sight is enough to make me consider coming all over her.

She starts rocking back and forth, moving her hips, riding me in reverse cowgirl. She knows exactly what she’s doing, rubbing me up the right way, and she moans as she picks up her pace, fucking me faster and harder.

For a while, we keep at it, and the sound of our sex fills the room. She’s bouncing up and down on my cock, and it makes a soft slapping sound. Her ass looks fantastic. I reach forward and squeeze her cheeks. I can just imagine how her breasts are bouncing, too. Her hair hangs over her back, and I push my hand into it, fisting a handful of the stuff. I’m not pulling on her hair. I resist the urge, but it’s close.

I can feel an orgasm building. I let her ride me for a while longer before I ask her to stop and get off me.

“I don’t want to come yet,” I say.

She lifts her hips, slipping me out of her. We change positions again. It’s the best way to keep an orgasm at bay. I pull her down onto the mattress with me and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, making out with her. My hands roam her body, her breasts, her pussy, her legs, and back up again. I roll her over onto her side so that she’s lying facing away from me, and I curl my body around hers like a question mark, spooning her. I press my hard cock against her ass. I’m slippery, slick with our sex, and I slide across her cheeks.

She moans and leans forward, her ass pointing to me, making it easier for me to enter her again. I guide my cock toward her entrance and push into her from behind. This position is like doggy style, but it’s so much more personal, because we’re spooning, except for the fact that her back isn’t against my chest. I put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder to stabilize her, and I start bucking my hips, hammering into her. She cries out and grips the edge of the bed so hard her knuckles turn white. Her moans are muffled like she’s biting her lip, and I nail her hard. Her body rocks back and forth with the effort, and I reach around and grab her breast. I hold onto her, her breast squeezed in my hand, my balls slapping against her thigh, and she cries out. For a moment, all I can think about is her body and the fact that I’m claiming it for myself. The rhythm, her muffled moans and cries, the breast in my hand, and her beautiful back, are all mesmerizing.

I can come inside her, or all over her, right now, and it would easily be the most satisfying thing.

Skylar has other ideas. She lifts one leg and throws it over mine so that her legs are open. The change makes it feel different with me inside of her, and I let go of her breast, wrap my arm around her, and pull her against me. I fuck her hard, her skin hot against my chest.

I slide my hand downward between her legs, until my fingers find her clit, and I rub it in circles. Her moans pick up, and she moves her body in time with mine, bucking her hips in the same rhythm as I am, sharing the work that I’m doing.

Her walls clench, and she becomes tighter. I know that she’s on the verge of an orgasm. I consider denying her again. Her frustration when she can’t come is adorable. But there’s no reason why she can’t have multiple orgasms. It’s not over for her once she comes, the way it is for me. I keep at it, rubbing her clit furiously, pumping into her, making her body mine.

It doesn’t take very long before she falls apart in my arms. Her walls clamp down around my cock, and her muscles spasm and jerk. She stiffens against my back, her gasps ragged. A moment later, it’s over and she breathes hard and fast. I slow down and let her catch her breath. Lying still, with my cock still inside her, I run my fingertips along her side. She sighs, and I know the orgasm is fully over.

I caress her for a moment longer, kissing her back and neck. She turns her head to me, and her lips are curled into a lazy smile.

I want more, though. A lot more. I lean my body against hers, pushing her forward with my chest and my hips until she gives under my weight and she’s lying on her stomach. With the turn, I slipped out, and I crawl on top of her. I pin her legs together with my own and push my cock between her legs. She lifts her ass a little to help me find her entrance, and then I slide into her again.

With her legs together like this and with the orgasm still lingering, she’s tight when I push into her. She moans, and I must concentrate to keep it together once I’m inside of her. She’s so tight, and doing her from this angle is new and so fucking hot.

I start moving my hips, pushing into her and sliding out. Her cries are muffled with her face pressed half into the pillow. I rock against her, harder and harder, and she moans, her body slowly accepting me again.

For a while, I fuck her like this, my body at an angle against hers, my cock driving deep into her, and she cries out with every thrust. I lower my chest onto her back, covering her body with mine and holding my weight off her with my arms just enough not to crush her. The contact, skin on skin, is delicious. Our skins are slick with sweat wherever we touch.

After a while, I lift myself up, and with my legs, I push hers apart so that they’re wide and I’m in between them. Whenever she changes position, even just a little, it feels different. I am hammering into her, my hips pushing up against her ass.

With my one hand on her hip and the other on her side, I start lifting her, pulling her hips up as I pull back with my own. She catches on and braces her upper body with her arms, following me. I pull her up slowly so that she’s on all fours, and I’m standing on my knees behind her, my one arm still on the bed. She’s in doggy style now, and I’m bent over her, my body still against hers. I fuck her slowly, and she moans. I draw it out, the strokes long and intense.

When I straighten myself out and put both hands on her hips, she stiffens, bracing herself on the bed. She knows what’s coming. I pick up my pace, banging into her, fucking her harder and faster. She cries out, her screams filling the room with the same speed that I’m fucking her. My balls slap against her clit as I slam into her, again and again. Her head is tipped back, and I reach for it, pushing my hands into her hair. I make sure to close my fist around enough hair that it won’t hurt when I pull back. Her back arches when I do, her head back as far as she can go.

I lean back a little to balance myself without falling over, and lean forward, reaching around her for her breast. She’s balancing, held between my hand in her hair and my hand on her breast, and I fuck her as hard and as fast as I can. She gasps and moans, and I know she likes it. When I do it a little rough, I get more of a response out of it, and it’s beautiful, erotic, and sexy. I want to keep going, but I’m running out of breath. I need a breather. I don’t want to stop, though. I want to keep her on the verge of an orgasm for as long as I can.

I ride her a little bit longer. My mind’s already running through the room, the bathroom, and the rest of the house, searching for something I can use on her to draw this experience out even more. I finally have an idea, and I slow down. I don’t stop. Not yet. I slowly pump in and out of her, and the rhythm becomes sensual, slow, and caressing. Her breathing slows down, her moans dull to a soft whimper, and I let go of her hair and her breast. She drops her head and breathes hard, trying to catch her breath just like I am.