Kevin
She is fantastic in bed. She’s loud, gasping and moaning and crying out. I hate it when women keep quiet. I never know if they’re enjoying it, or if I am doing it right. I know exactly what Carly is feeling, and she is loving it.
It makes it easier for me to judge how close she is to orgasming with her sounds, too. She moans and gasps and makes all the right sounds, which means that I can stop her from coming just before she does and draw it our longer and longer.
With her on her back, her breasts are against my chest. They are perfect–a little bigger than my hands when I hold them. I love it when there is more than I can handle.
Her nipples aren’t too large, and they are light, erect against my pectorals as her desire courses through her body.
I push up onto my hands so that my arms are straight on either side of her head. My cock pushes deeper into her, and she gasps, her eyes on mine. I gyrate my hips, moving my cock in a circular motion inside her. She gasps, and I know I am hitting the right spots, judging by her breathing and the way her face goes slack.
For a while, I tease her like that, moving my cock around and around without really sliding in and out of her. Not only does it keep her in one spot and drive her crazy, but it gives me time to pull myself together, too. I don’t want to come just yet, and a few moments ago, I’d been very close.
When I am ready, I start pumping into her again. I am balanced on my hands, with my legs almost flat on the bed all the way to my cock. I rock my hips back and forth. I slide into her, going deeper and deeper as I pick up my pace and fuck her harder and harder.
She moans loudly, the rhythm of our sex and the rhythm of her moans linking up. Her breasts swing back and forth, and I watch for a while before I turn my attention back to her face. She is getting closer. I can tell. Her face changes–I’d seen what she looks like when she orgasms when we were in the car–and she is well on her way. I fuck her harder and harder until she gasps and cries out. Her mouth rounds into an ‘O’ and her eyes are squeezed shut. She arches off her bed, her legs wrapping around my ass and my thighs. She grabs onto my shoulder, and her nails bite into my skin as she orgasms.
When she lets me go, I can still feel her fingers on my skin. A part of me hopes that she left behind the little half-moons of her fingernails.
She breathes hard, opening her eyes and looking at me through hooded eyes. I lean down and kiss her. She kisses me back, long and sensual.
She doesn’t take very long to recover.
“Lie on your back,” she says.
I’m not about to disagree with her. I want more sex, and she is apparently a wild cat in bed. She crawls onto me, straddling my hips and facing my feet. Her ass is toward me, and she lifts herself up so that I can see everything. Her pussy lips are swollen and a little shiny, her ass is beautiful and round, and her thighs are smooth.
I reach for her ass and run my hands over her cheeks. She wraps her fingers around my cock with her hand between her legs and sits down on me, still facing away.
When she straightens up, her weight and my body beneath her push her ass cheeks up and out even more so that she has a bubble butt in the purest sense of the phrase.
She starts rocking back and forth, riding me.
Her ass is amazing from this angle, jiggling as she rides me, round and the perfect size to balance out her large breasts. With her tiny waist, she has the perfect hourglass figure.
I watch her ride me, rocking her hips back and forth faster and faster. Her long brown hair hangs down her back, and it moves in waves as she rocks back and forth. I reach up and push my hands into the stuff. Her hair is thick and soft. Silky.
I wrap it around my hands once–it is long enough for that–and I pull down slightly so that her back is arched and her head is tipped back. I am careful not to hurt her.
She cries out–a cry of pleasure, not pain–and she moans loudly with every stroke. I see her arm move, and I get the impression she is playing with herself, rubbing her clit while she rides me. Her moans become breathy, and I know she is getting closer again. She came almost on demand, it was that often, and it is so damn satisfying to see her lose herself again and again while I am inside of her, in one way or the other.
I watch her ass as she rides me, holding onto her hair and letting her do her thing.
After a while, I let go of her hair and run my hands over her hips, her ass, her thighs, and her back. I keep doing it while her gasps become erratic. She leans forward a little and her strokes become shorter on top of me.
When she orgasms, her walls clamp down on my dick, and I feel her spasm, her muscles contracting. Her body is curled forward, her knees pressing against my thighs as her body tries to close around me.
She breathes hard and stops moving. After a moment, she lifts herself so that I slide out of her. She gasps when I do, and I can feel how tight she is. Three orgasms will do that to her, I imagine.
When she is next to me on the bed, her dark eyes trace my body, and I let her stare at me. My cock is thick and hard, coated with our sex, and it lies along my lower abdomen. I look at her as she stares at me.
She moves forward and takes my cock in her hands. A moment later, she wraps her mouth around my dick again, and her lips close over the head. I can just imagine what we taste like together, what it’s like to go down on me after I’ve been inside of her.
The idea is incredibly sexy. I don’t know what it is that is so attractive about a woman that is willing to put her mouth over something that has been inside of her, but I love it. I love how she is willing to do anything. She is daring in bed, carefree and wild, and she takes initiative.
A woman like this is hard to find.
When she pushes her head down over my cock, I stop thinking altogether. Every thought that may have been in my mind disappears, and there is nothing except the feeling of her hot mouth around my cock.
She moves her head up and down and sucks me the way she’d sucked me before. She bobs her head faster and faster, meeting her lips with her hand, lengthening her range. I put my hand on her head, and she moans around my cock. The humming sound that she makes sends vibrations through my dick that feel like nothing I’ve felt before, and I groan.
Carly removes her hand and pushes her head farther down so that the tip of my cock presses against her soft palate. She pulls back a little, takes a deep breath like she is diving into water, and pushes her head down. I feel her gag just a little, a strangled sound escaping her mouth, but she gets it under control.
The moment I am farther down her throat, she is fine.
Carly is deepthroating me. Oh, my God.
I groan and close my eyes. She bobs her head up and down, pushing me deep down her throat a few times before she pulls back for air. She does this a few times. She isn’t going very fast, but she doesn’t have to.
I feel the orgasm building. My balls contract, and I am going to release soon if she keeps going. She keeps bobbing her head. A moment later, I can’t hold back anymore. Carly feels me coming and pushes her head down, shoving me into her throat as far as she can. I come down her throat, pumping, emptying myself out into her mouth.
She holds her breath, keeping me there while I come inside her. She squeezes my balls, milking me, dragging out every drop.
When she pulls back her head, she gasps for air. She swirls her tongue around my cock a few times, and I jerk at the feeling. I am so sensitive now.
Carly lets up, just before I am about to ask her to stop. She smiles at me, and she looks satisfied with herself. And rightly so. She has done an amazing job.
“I have never had a blowjob like that before,” I say to her.
She smiles shyly, and the Carly I’ve gotten to know a little at the office peeks through again.
“Tonight, went a little differently than I expected,” she says.
I chuckle. She pulls her knees up and hugs them to her body. It looks like she is closing in on herself. I sit up. My cock pulses with the aftereffects of the orgasm, and my body is spent.
“I agree,” I say. When I’d asked her out for drinks, the idea hadn’t been to sleep with her. Sure, I’d wanted to fuck her since the first time I saw her, and I was really turned on the whole day by her, but I never intended to fuck her.
It is so bad for my company image and the way Hull worries about it. But I am still buzzing with the alcohol and the orgasm I’ve just had, and I’m not going to worry about that now.
Besides, if she can climb the executive ladder as well as she can fuck…well, what can I say? Easiest bet of my life.
I want to ride the wave of bliss and bask in the afterglow of the best sex I’ve had to date. And that is saying something. I’ve had a good amount of sex.
My mind jumps to Scott. I have a lot to tell him. What will he think about her? I know he’s chasing her as well, and that makes me feel queasy. And that doesn’t happen often. To be honest, it has never happened before.
Maybe Carly is the one.
She is certainly something else in bed.
“I have to get going,” I say to her after we’ve sat together in silence for a while.
Carly nods, and I can’t tell what she is thinking. I get off the bed and look for my clothes, pulling them on as I find them. When I am dressed, my phone in hand to call the driver, I glance at Carly. She gets up, too, and pulls a robe over her shoulders, wrapping herself up so that she is decent again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
“Tomorrow,” she repeats. She walks me out and closes the door behind me when I leave. I follow the corridor to the stairs and back down to the street where I wait on the curb for my car to fetch me.