Her hand was strong, solid, felt perfect in mine.
I pulled back at the thought, stared down at her. Her hand? I had a naked woman in my arms, and my thoughts had drifted to how I felt holding her hand? This needed to stop. I needed to stop.
But I didn’t move, not even when the flutter restarted anew when Esther’s lips turned up in a smile. I couldn’t, was trapped in whatever web this woman was weaving.
My paralysis was broken when she traced her hand down my chest, letting her fingers linger over my nipples before she moved lower, down my stomach, then lower.
“You’ve rested, eh?” I said, my own voice husky.
“You’re the one who was tired, but it seems you’ve recovered,” she said, emphasizing the last word by tightening her hand on my ever-hardening shaft.
“So it seems,” I said.
Then she released her hold, and I rose above her, effectively trapping her beneath me, a hand on either side of her head. I stared down at her shadowed face, saw the sparkle of mischievousness in her eyes.
She slid her hands up my sides and then back down again before she anchored them on my hips. Then she slowly made her way down, laying soft kisses against my chest, my stomach as she went. I raised myself up, resting most of my weight against my hands and looked down at her, the top of her head obscuring my vision, which only seemed to make her breath against my skin that much more intense.
I tightened my grip on the sheets at the first brush of her lips against my cockhead, tightened it even more when she opened and sucked me into her hot mouth.
She worked her tongue across my cockhead in earnest, delving into the divot at my crown and collecting the precum that leaked from me before she shifted direction and used her tongue to lave the underside of my crown, trace the veins that protruded from my shaft.
The pleasure was almost mind-blowing, Esther’s low moan vibrating against me, her hands locked on my hips, her thumb worrying my skin in an irregular little pattern that almost sent me over.
I pulled out of her mouth, let my cockhead lay against her full lips, and hovered above her, chest heaving as I fought to stay in control. Esther lay beneath me, looking almost serene, and that squeeze in my chest came back yet again. Desperate to distract myself from what she was making me feel, I rested on one arm and gripped my cock with the opposite hand. And then I stroked it across her lips, spreading the wetness of her mouth mixed with my precum.
“You look pretty like that,” I said as I stared down at her, her eyes bright as she looked up at me. “Your lips wet and puffy.” I thrust, pushing my head between her lips again. “And you’re much quieter.”
Her eyes flashed and then she sucked hard, pulling me to the back her throat. When she began working at me, moving her jaw relentlessly, teasing my slit with her tongue, the wetness of her mouth and the pull of her strong hands against my shaft creating the most intense sensations, it was my turn to go quiet.
I thought I saw her smile, but then she turned serious and redoubled her already impressive efforts by again moving her hands to my hips and then feeding me deeper until I breached her throat and then taking even more. She moaned, her breath and the vibrations against my skin again sending me to the edge.
I pulled back, and she sucked me in again, and we repeated the process, me pulling out and her sucking me in, over and over and over until my cock was almost steel and my sac had drawn up tight against my body, the climax that I was only barely keeping at bay threatening to take over.
I grabbed her cheek and held her still, eyes lasered on hers. I nudged at her lips again, and she opened, almost sweetly, to let me enter. And I did, moving my shaft over her tongue, brushed against her soft palate, and then paused, meeting her gaze. Her faint nod was all I needed, and I thrust farther, slow, controlled, though it took everything I had to do so, pushed until I breached her throat yet again.
Esther stiffened and then relaxed, allowing me to slip even deeper, something that had both of us exhaling on harsh breaths. We continued, Esther’s hand tight on my flanks as I thrust slow and deep, her throat opening ever more with each push.
Then she swallowed, and the tight constriction of her throat around my cockhead wrestled away the last of my control.
The first burst of cum shot out of me and down her throat, but I managed to pull back before the second, spraying that jet and the one that came after against Esther’s tongue, while the final few pulses dribbled out of her mouth and onto her lips.
My heart raced and thundered, and not solely, I knew, from the intensity of my climax.
It was her, something that was only confirmed when I slid down to lay beside her watching her as she watched me. I closed the short distance between us and captured her lips with mine, kissing her with a fervor that didn’t begin to match the passion that still throbbed through my veins.