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SHE’S BREATHTAKING. My lungs shudder with each exhale as her fingers graze my skin. She pauses on the last button, having some trouble with it, but remedies it quickly by ripping my shirt open and popping the button loose. She gasps, a little surprised at her own strength, but looks up to my face beaming with pride and a little bit of playful intention in those honey-lips.
Her touch is too much for my senses; I’m always dizzy when I’m near her, but today is sensory overload. Her hands tremble as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. Her nipples poke and stretch the sheer mesh of the lingerie she’s wearing.
I lean in, rubbing the silver, satin string that confines her breasts. Giving it a slight tug to test if it opens, it starts to give way so I pull it softly letting it slide whisper-quiet through my fingers. Her breasts fall into my hands, and my knees buckle with holding her soft skin in the palms of my hands.
I lean further and take her hard nipple into my mouth, circling the tip of my tongue around it and over it, pressing my tongue into it before drawing it into my mouth. She’s sensitive here; she gasps even louder than before and grabs my hair at the base of my neck, holding on to steady herself while I lick and suck her breasts. They’re beautifully shaped, and I could spend hours simply devouring them, but her tiny hands have encircled my dick and her steady strokes are killing me. It’s really fucking hard to concentrate right now, when I can smell her arousal and I want to taste her wetness.
“I...,” I try to speak, but she shushes me to silence placing one finger over my lips and shaking her head. She crawls backward on the bed to the center, pulling me to her by stroking my dick in long strides. When I arrive where she wants me, and with one gentle push of her fingers on my chest, I lie on the bed helpless to her charms and ministrations. She’s taunting and teasing me with her hands, while her breasts dangle just out of my reach.
She crawls in between my thighs, kneeling, studying the weight, length and thickness of my cock. Her eyes are hooded and hidden from my sight. I’d love to ask her what she’s thinking right now. She’s definitely got dirty thoughts floating around in that mind, because she drops down to the bed and runs the flat of her tongue up the entire length of the vein on the bottom side of my dick. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life.
When she gets to the crown, it disappears into her lips and she sucks softly and gently while massaging my balls. Her tentative fingers pull down on them, coddling them around, palming them at times, and rubbing them easily. She’s unsure what to do, and my dick twitches in her mouth at that thought. Is she a virgin? If so, I’m so glad I’m smooth and shaved for her.
I pull on her arms, trying to pull her up my body and kiss her. I need to put my tongue on her or in her. I don’t care which one, but she has plans of her own.
“Ava,” I beg, “come here now.”
“Shhh, no talking,” she warns. “I’m in charge of this sexsperience.” She bites her lip and studies the hard planes of my body. She’s still trembling. I’m not sure if it’s from nerves, uncertainty, or anticipation, but when she looks up at me through her lashes, the look on her face is sheer adoration mixed in with a whole lot of naughty.
She leans into me and places playful licks and kisses on my abdomen, trailing them up to my neck and back down my chest. Every now and again, she looks up at me with those sweet brown eyes, and my heart jumps like a power surge occurred. I try to wrap my arms around her but she pins them down to my sides. “No touching, either.” On the way back down my body, her ass bumps into my hard dick and she gasps, “ooh!” giggling under her breath before leaning forward and spreading her legs wide to straddle me. Her wet pussy is grazing the base of my dick. She rises slightly forward and places me at the apex of her heat, tormenting me on her slow glide down my dick.
It’s a thrill I’ve never known before; skin on skin. Her soft, tight pussy heat is clenching and convulsing all around me. Her pussy pulses with each glide up and down my length. A slight flush pinkens her cheeks as she rides me higher and higher. Suddenly, she sits up straight, tossing her hair back like a waterfall— lost in the moment. Her hands reach forward and cup her own breasts, holding them out, taunting me again. My hands have creeped up from the confines of the bed, and are stroking her inner thighs in small, sensuous circles. Her volume of broken moans increases with slight gasps of air. Her orgasm is peaking, because she’s wet as fuck and we’re both saturated in it.
The entire room smells like sex and vanilla. I reach down between her legs and swipe up some of her wetness on my fingers, sticking them in my mouth to taste her. She’s still lost in her climax, and doesn’t even notice. And now I crave more.
I impatiently roll her onto her back, my dick still inside her as her orgasm subsides. She doesn’t protest because I pump into her a few times showing her how it will feel, giving her just the tip of my dick. Her orgasm roars to life again.
I stop for now though, because I’ve got plans of my own. She releases a long groan when I pull out. Her legs are still spread wide, so I grab the backs of her knees and lay my body low, placing them over my shoulders. I’m delving into her sweet heat before I lose my self control. I separate her pussy lips with my fingers, and draw her clit into my lips, sucking soft and then hard, pulling and releasing. She raises her ass up off the bed, twining the sheets around her fingers. “Dante,” she pants. “Don’t stop. Ever.”
“Shhh, don’t speak. Now I’m in charge of this sexsperience,” I tease her with her own made up word. “Buckle up, buttercup because you’re gonna need a seatbelt for this ride.” She moans in response, rubbing her hands down her torso, and reaching for me to lean forward. I sweep in quickly, rubbing the tip of her nose with mine and licking across her lips before hopping off the bed.
“Come back,” she pleads; sitting up on her elbows and watching my ass strut across to the desk. She lets out one of those long, sexy whistles of admiration. I must admit, I love hearing it in regards to me. Ava is special, and now she’s mine. I fist a couple of condoms into my hand and walk back to the bed. I open my palm, showing her what I grabbed. “We don’t need those.” The look on her face is dead serious.
“And why not?” I ask. “I’m not ready for little Ava’s to run around. Someday, but not now.”
“Someday?” she asks, swallowing a large intake of breath.
“Yeah, someday,” I whisper, throwing the condoms on the bed. “And that doesn’t even scare me.”
“I have an IUD inserted,” she informs me. The panic that swept across her face is suddenly gone as she considers ‘someday’.
I pull her knees open wide and thrust into her. All of the commands that I usually like to give during sex are suddenly absent from my thoughts. I don’t feel the need to position her for my pleasure or speed it along because I have other shit to do. The only thing I have to do from now to eternity is make her happy.
I push her legs, bending them back and hit her deeper, allowing her to take all of me. She’s writhing with pleasure and thrashing around on the bed, and pulling the sheets off the corners. My “all business” PR lady is a hellcat in bed, and nothing pleases me more. Ava suddenly twists sideways, and I continue to piston my dick into her slick pussy.
She’s in the peak of her newest orgasm, and ends up on her knees. Holy fuck, how in the hell did we get into this screwdriver position without stopping? I throw my leg over her ass, holding down her back. She’s grinding and pushing back against me. My balls pull tight, and my lower back tingles. She’s too much for me to handle. I’m not ready to come.
I slow down, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to me. She completely has me sheathed. I gather her hair up, twisting it in my hand, and hold her steady as my fingers tangle in her silky tresses. She drops down lower in exhaustion, letting her sensitive nipples scrape back and forth across the twisted sheets. More moans escape from her throat, and I can’t hold back anymore. Her pussy is a hot vice squeezing my dick. She thrusts back against me once, twice, and I release inside her.
We both collapse down onto the bed, and I shift to pull the scattered sheets over us. God, if this is a fucking coma, please don’t ever wake me.
“You need to come with a warning label,” I profess, “Unpredictable and explosive.”
“Those could be good or bad warnings,” she groans.
“I don’t know. They sound appealing and intriguing. I like them,” I laugh.
“I like you,” she says, then buries her face in the crevice of my shoulder.
I try to pull her face up to look at me, but she won’t budge. “Ava,” I plead, “please look at me.”
She hesitates, and I can almost hear her thoughts bouncing around in her head. Slowly, her face inches upwards so that I can clearly see her big, cocoa brown eyes.
“I know I like you. Labels and all. I’m drawn to you with our push and pull battles of will that we have. No other woman has ever held my attention like you do,” I explain, silently begging her to understand exactly what I’m saying. “I know I can be childish and possibly immature, but there’s no other person on this planet that I’d rather be an adult with than you.”
“What does that mean?” she asks, raising an eyebrow in question.
“It means I want to explore this relationship between us,” I reply, swallowing hard against the lump that has formed in my throat. “I want to build the us in trust, creating something beautiful that will last forever. No other women. No other men. Just us.”