“Yes, right there,” she says, urging me on.
I smile against her wet skin. I slowly insert one finger and marvel at how tight she feels around me. She stills, and I pull my head back.
“Everything okay?” I ask, looking at her, trying to read her face. Her head is thrown back into the pillow, so I can’t get a good view. “Pepper?”
“Yes, yes, everything is good. Just keep doing that.” She finally peers up at me, her cheeks pink and a nervous smile on her face.
I lower back down, my finger still inside her, and I touch my tongue to her clit, smiling when she jerks with a moan.
“God, come here.” She tugs my hair again, and I rise up.
When I smash my mouth down against hers, she sticks her tongue out, licking my top lip and then my bottom, tasting herself on me.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Why do you still have your pants on?” she whispers. “Let’s get them off. I don’t want to be the only naked one here.” She reaches for the top of my pants.
“Does anyone tell you that you talk a lot?” I grin, getting off of her so I can unbutton my jeans, pulling them down along with my briefs.
“All the time.” She smiles up at me as she rises on her elbows, watching me disrobe with half-lidded eyes. “Sorry, I’m a little nervous.”
“That’s okay. Like I said, you tell me what you want. We’ll go at your pace.”
I crawl back on the bed and lie down, hooking an arm around her and rolling her body on top of mine while she laughs.
“I want to feel every part of you,” I mutter.
She gasps, blowing air out, and bumps skitter along my skin as she leans down to nip at the base of my neck. She rises and stares at me as I skate my hands over her waist and grip her ass, thrusting it down so she rubs over me, making me hard. She gives a shudder before moving to lay a trail of kisses over one side of my face and continuing along my neck.
Once she sits back up, I fist her hair and continue to push and pull her ass, so she creates a nice friction on my cock, keeping me hard and throbbing underneath her. She arches, trying to take me inside her, but I resist, turning us again so she’s on her back, panting, as her hands grab at me, touch me, tickle me feverishly.
“Hold on,” I say as I lean over, opening the bedside table drawer and dragging out a condom.
“Oh, I want to do it,” she says.
A shy grin on her lips, she moves off my lap, taking the foil from me and tearing it open. She furrows her brow in concentration, and I want to lean up and kiss the wrinkle between them. She rolls it on, achingly slow, and then her hands linger around the base of my cock. She leans forward and plants a light kiss on the head. Then, she lies down beside me, raising her hands above her head, making her breasts look phenomenal.
I brace my head in my hand, pushing up on my elbow as I look at her. I reach out, tracing her nipple with my finger. I love how it rises, perky and tight underneath me. She pushes a hand into my hair, pulling as she arches her chest toward me, urging me on. I take her breasts in my palms, squeezing and massaging.
“I want you in control,” I say, and she looks at me, tilting her head to the side. “I want you to do what feels good.” I grab her hips, pulling her back on top of me. “You set the pace.”
Her smile warms me, and I grow harder, if that’s even possible.
“You want me to be the one in control?” she asks, and I grip her skin, relishing in the warmth of it. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
She laughs a little, sitting on top of me. Her tits jiggle with the movement of her laughter, and I have a hard time looking away.
“Whatever you do will be perfect,” I tell her.
She gives me a small smile. She moves up, hovering above me, and I hold her hips steady as she reaches between us, centering me at her opening. I’m so fucking hard, and this waiting is torture, but it will be worth it for Pepper to have a good experience.
She slowly lowers, and it feels like she’s moving only a centimeter at a time. I watch her face, first tilted to the side and then scrunched up in concentration, and then her eyes go wide with feeling.
“You feel …” she whispers.
I smile. “What?”
“Weird,” she says with a giggle.
I teasingly roll my eyes. “What every guy wants to hear when a girl is on top of him,” I say.
She laughs harder, the feeling moving from her core and to my dick, sending a tingle through my body.
She continues, a long breath coming from her as she fully seats herself. Her eyes flicker to mine, then away, and then back. “What do I do now?”
“What do you want to do?” I ask even though I want her to ride me like a bull right this minute.
Fuck, she feels good.
She tentatively pushes up then drops down, and I groan.
“That feels amazing,” I tell her.
She does it again, faster this time, and I dig into the flesh at her hips, holding on for the ride. Her breathing speeds up, short bursts coming from her in between moans. Going faster, she arches back a little, holding on to my thighs. Her breasts are pushed up, nipples taut, and I want to taste them.
“Oh,” she says when I swiftly sit up, pausing her movement.
I take one of her nipples in
