Again, I pull away. Her lips are already swollen, and I grin, enjoying the sight of her black hair tumbling around her in waves, a bit unkempt already, and we’re only just starting.
We’re only just starting.
I draw back to stand and remove my pants. Sophia props up onto her arms, but she makes no move to undress. Her gaze wanders down, and I step back so she can see all of me,
She stares at my cock, and I grab it, stroking it once. The tip is already wet. I’m ready for her, and I can smell her. She’s ready too.
Her body is at least. Is she mentally?
I step forward to the bed and reach out my hand. She takes it, and I help her to stand. My gaze stays locked on her face as I slowly reach for her shirt. Sophia makes no move to stop me, but I wait for her nod.
Then, I strip off her shirt and then pause at the sight of her breasts. They’re bound by a larger bra than I’ve seen before. It seems to flatten her boobs some, and I reach around for the hook in the back, only there isn’t one.
Sophia laughs. “You haven’t seen one of these before, have you?”
“How do you remove it?”
“I remove it like this.” She crosses her arms in front of her, grabbing the band, and she lifts the bra up over her head.
Her boobs are so much bigger than I thought they were originally. She’s a small woman, petite, but her boobs are anything but. I reach out and almost have my hands act as bras, my thumb rubbing over her nipples. They pebble beneath my touch, and I grip them, twisting slightly. A gasp emits from her, and I pinch and pull a little. Her lips part, and I claim them again, pushing her backward, onto the bed. Her legs dangle over the side, and I draw back to remove her pants and underwear.
The scent of her arousal is nearly enough to make me go insane, and I spread her legs apart. She’s so very wet that I can see her juices, and I have to have a taste. My tongue licks her folds, and she writhes beneath me.
Again, I lick the length of her folds, and she shudders.
“Please,” she murmurs.
“Please what?” I ask with a smug smile curling my lips.
She brings her legs up, so they rest on my shoulders. Her thighs are strong, and she keeps my head pinned there by her opening, and I'm more than happy to oblige, licking and kissing, and then I find her clit. I flick my tongue against it, and she jolts as if she's been struck by lightning, her thighs tightening even more.
“You like?” I murmur, and I flick my tongue against it again.
“Yes,” she moans.
I lick and leave my tongue against her clit, pressing and pushing harder against it until she shrieks.
So that’s the amount of pressure she likes, huh?
I keep my tongue there as I slip one and then two fingers inside her. Immediately, her walls shudder, pressing so tightly against my fingers that I think they’re going to fall off from lack of blood flow. Her orgasm has her entire body shuddering, and I keep fingering her, keep giving her oral, and the length of her orgasm has me wondering if it rolled into a second one.
Feeling more than a little smug, I draw back, allowing her legs to fall down to lie against the side of the bed again. Her eyes are rolled back, and she’s panting, heaving for air, her boobs bouncing with her quick breaths.
I nibble on one nipple and then other, and while she’s running her hands through my hair, yanking on my strands, I line myself up with her opening.
Her tugs become more insistent, and I look up at her. She yanks me up and toward her, and this time, she kisses me instead of the other way around, and I’m so desperate for her that I press against her opening.
She stills beneath me, and I pause, staring down into her dark orbs.
“The hell are you waiting for?” she pants before yanking me down for another kiss.
I comply, giving in to both of our lust, and my cock slides into her wet hole. She’s so very tight, and I feel her all around me, squeezing me. The more I thrust, the more she squeezes, and I can hardly stand it.
As much as I want to hammer into her, I don’t. I even still entirely.
She keeps on squeezing me.
She's doing it. The vixen is tightening her muscles, and no, she's not orgasming.
Not yet, at least.
I kiss her a few times but only resume thrusting into her when I start to suck on her neck again. I love how pink and flushed her skin is. Pink and red are the colors of passion, but so are black and blue and purple. Passion can be rough and hard.
As if to prove my thoughts, she yanks on my hair, pulling me away from her throat, and she lifts up to suck on my neck, pressing her boobs against my chest, and I come undone. My ejaculate is buried deep inside her, but I continue to pump until I feel her orgasm. It’s more rhymical, the squeezing when she comes, not necessarily harder than when she was squeezing, but she gives a tiny shriek that coincides with the last squirt of come, and I just give myself over to her.
Fucking the random woman I had on Kuria had not been anything like this. This had been much more than just sex.
