I look down at her, legs spread, arms raised over her head. She looks at me looking at her and then lets her eyes drift closed for a brief second as she gives her body a little stretch before she gets up on her elbows.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks me. “You said we were just getting started.” Sitting up now, she reaches behind her to take off her chunky necklace and throws it on her nightstand, where it lands with a clump. “Do you want me to undress myself or would you like the honors?” She tilts her head to the side, her hair rumpled. She looks fucking perfect.
Her bedroom has a huge picture window, and the light from the street lamps flows into the space, illuminating her with a backlit glow. “You’re taking too long.” She rises up onto her knees. Her skirt is still shoved up around her waist, and she reaches to her side to lower the zipper of her top. A quick shuffle of the garment, and it falls to the bed silently. The only sounds in the room are my breathing and my gasp when I finally see her tits in all their glory. Perfect round globes that are plump and topped with tight pink nipples that call out to be sucked, to be played with, to be teased.
“Jesus.” She pulls the skirt from around her waist and brings it up and over her head, her tits bouncing with her movements. I’m staring to the point of gawking when I notice that she is about to take her panties off. “No, not yet. That’s for me to do.”
She nods her head, watching me from her bed, on her knees, wearing her fuck-me shoes and a black lace thong.
I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and unbutton my shirt all the way down, shrugging it off my shoulders. Now, it’s her turn to gasp and gawk. My body is lean, with no fat. The time at the gym and running keeps everything off. My six-pack abs are key to everything. “Jesus right back at you,” she whispers, moving forward on her knees, getting closer to me at the end of the bed.
Her hand fists me, slowly working my cock up and down, as she asks, “Condom?” I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and pull out three. “Only three? We’ll have to make them count, then.” She leans down and bites my nipple then sucks the sting away.
I move my hands to her tits, cupping them in both hands as I squeeze both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, lightly at first to gauge her reaction. When she moans, I roll them between my fingers more firmly, and she moans louder. When I pinch them hard, she throws her head back and moans out a curse. I let one nipple go as I lean down, taking the peak into my mouth as I continue pinching the other. Her hands work almost frantically on my cock at this point, and if she continues at that pace, I’m going to come like some teenage boy in her hand.
I move her hand off me and continue palming both breasts with my hands, squeezing, kneading, massaging. “Cover me,” I demand of her, motioning to the condoms lying next to her on the bed. “Cover me now.”
She puts the corner of the wrapper in her mouth, tearing the top off and pulling the condom out of the package. “I haven’t done this in a really, really long time,” she confesses as she rolls it all the way down my cock, squeezing the tip to get the air out. “Just like riding a bike,” she chuckles while she starts to stroke me again.
“How much do you love your panties?” I ask her, fully prepared to replace them, several times over if she wants me to.
“Not as much as I love the thought that you’re going to rip them off me,” she groans, nipping at my jaw as my hand grips one side of her panties, ripping them clean off her.
“On your back, middle of the bed, legs spread wide for me.” I don’t have to ask her twice, because she turns right around and crawls to the middle of the bed, showing me her perfect, heart-shaped ass as she goes. She looks over her shoulder at me as she eggs me on. “This is a position I look forward to—later.” Then she moves to her back and lies down with her head on a pillow.
She cocks her knees, placing her shoes flat on the bed as she slowly spreads her legs, wide enough that they fall to the side. She’s quite the sight, there in the middle of the bed, open and ready and wet for me, just for me.
I put my knee on the bed and move to her, my cock harder than it’s ever been, knowing without a doubt that it’s about to sink into pure heaven.
I pull her knees up, pushing them back and causing her pussy to tilt. Holding her legs in place, I tell her, “Guide me in, Lauren.” She takes my condom-covered cock in her hand and rubs me through her slick slit to the opening of her pussy. Slowly, she pushes the head in and removes her hand for me to take over. I watch as I sink all the way into her.
Her pussy grips my cock so tight, it’s being strangled in the best possible way. I hiss out a breath at the pleasure at the same time she moans, “So good.” Tightening my hold on her knees, I pull out and then slam back in with a little snap of my hips. Her pussy is getting impossibly tighter with each stroke. “Oh god,” she moans as one of her hands land on her nipple, while the other slowly trails down her body to her clit.
