“Thank you,” she whispered to him, kissing him and though she didn’t specify what she meant, she hoped that Michael knew she was grateful. Michael lay back on the floor, pulling Elena down on top of him. She was surprised, but straddled him, leaning down to kiss his lips, his neck. He lifted his head to her breasts, licking and sucking at her pert, pink nipples until she began to moan.
“You always taste so good,” he said, teasing her nipples with his lips and gentle nibbles that made the ache in her empty cunt increase.
“Michael,” she whispered into his ear. It felt so foreign being on top of Michael, but the feeling of his body pressed against hers was familiar and thrilling. She rubbed her breasts against his muscular chest, feeling her nipples grow harder. Just being near Michael made her body react strongly; her inner thighs were growing wetter from the sensation of his warmth.
Elena wanted suddenly to tease Michael, as he had teased her so many times. She had loved the anticipation and she wanted to make it good for him as well. She cupped his balls in her hands, feeling free to explore his body as she had not been able to before. Though she had known his cock intimately, she had never really looked it at and she did now and she fondled his testicles. He moaned and the sound excited her.
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and he inhaled sharply. Elena smiled, feeling powerful and rather sure of herself. She liked knowing that she could give such pleasure to Michael. His cock felt good in her hand, so impossibly hard and though she wanted to shove it inside of her needy pussy, she forced herself to slow down and draw out the pleasure, to make each touch increase his arousal for her.
She tightened her grasp on his cock, moving her hand up and down before kissing the tip of his cock lightly. Michael shivered at her touch and she felt bolder. She drew his thick shaft into her mouth, letting her tongue and the warmth of her mouth please Michael. She increased the pressure and sucked him, feeling her arousal increase as his did. Elena took his cock as far into her mouth as she could, gagging in the process, but happy at the effect she was having on Michael. She teased his sensitive shaft with her tongue, feeling him move against her.
“Fuck me, Elena,” he groaned and she knew that she could not wait to have him inside of her. It was so rare to hear Michael asking for anything that the words cut into her, searing her. Elena slid down onto Michael’s hard cock, letting it slowly fill her.
“Michael,” she moaned as his hands slid around to her ass, gentle touches that excited her.
Elena relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Michael’s hard shaft deep inside of her. Knowing that she could control the depth and the movements felt good, though it was unusual, a far cry from their usual dynamic. She began moving against him, moaning as each inch slid in and out. Elena wanted to thrust against him harder, but she also wanted to make it last. Being in control was thrilling, but she wanted him in any way she could get him. Fast. Slow.
Elena was not used to having her hands freed while Michael fucked her and she wasn’t entirely sure what she should be doing with them. She rubbed her hands on Michael’s chest, his skin warm against her fingers. She explored him, bracing herself as she thrust against him. “Michael,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
Within her a climax slowly built. She moved against Michael and he thrust into her, but the buildup was gradual. It was agonizingly slow and she whimpered as she eased Michael’s cock in and out. She needed it harder and faster and she began moving more urgently. Michael moved against her, his hands at her hips and guiding her movements. That small measure of control spurred Elena on, making her thrusting more urgent.
“Michael, Michael, oh, fuck,” she called out as, at long last, the waves of orgasm ripped through her. She no longer even felt the heat or pain in her ass, though she knew that was likely to change as the day wore on. Now she just felt incredible, wonderful – the feelings she was used to having when she was with Michael. Though she was on top of him, Elena was Michael’s captive, his hands holding her in place as he plunged into her again and again. He came deep inside of her and as he came, she collapsed on top of him, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. He pulled her close, his arms strong around her.
They rested in silence, both taking in the events that had unfolded between them, each knowing that they were closer now than before. Elena broke the quiet, unable to stifle her questions since she had been encouraged by Michael to speak up.
“Will you ever take pictures of me?” she asked. “You know, those kinds of pictures?”