"But I want to keep eating you out as well … " he says with a devilish tone. "How are we going to solve this?" Turning to him, I smile and place both of my hands on his chest. I push him down to the mattress, and as he lies down, I climb on top of him with my ass turned to his face. I slide my hips upward, and then only stop when he places his hands on my ass cheeks, guiding my movement. He reaches for me, and the moment his mouth touches my pussy, I can't help but thrust back. I sit up on his face, and instinct guiding every single one of my movements, I start to sway my hips as he eats me out. I'm grabbing my tits at the same time, squeezing them hard, as all of my nerve endings seem ready to burst. But this can get better … And it will.
Still with my pussy on his face, I lean forward and slide my hands down his stomach. When I find his thick shaft, I curl my fingers around it and angle it toward me; slowly parting my lips, I go down until my tongue meets his glans, and then I make it dance in fast moving circles. I can taste his raw saltiness on the tip of his cock, his veins pulsing against my fingers … and I can't help myself.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I let his shaft slide inside of me, and I start bobbing my head up and down at a frantic pace. I do it hard and merciless, his tip hitting the back of my throat over and over again. Matching the rhythm of my mouth with my hand, I suck and stroke as if I were a woman possessed. Which I am: I'm a woman possessed by lust and love, and that's exactly the way I like it.
As I suck on him, he keeps licking my pussy and spreading my ass cheeks wide. Finally, I succumb to the urge to see him; with one hand, I loosen the tie and pull it off in one single stroke. I blink twice, my eyes adjusting to the light in the room, and then I look down; his thick shaft is still between my lips, and seeing right in front of my eyes makes me go even harder.
While I suck on him, he starts to brush one finger along the length of my crack, and I tremble every time I feel him close to my hole. When he presses down on it, I have to pull his cock out; a loud moan explodes in my mouth, and at the same time, he pushes his finger inside my ass. As he slowly feeds it into me, I start to stroke him with erratic movements, my hand moving as if it has a life of its own. I go like that until my wrist starts to hurt and then, finally succumbing to the pressure mounting in my pussy, I let go of his cock and sit up again.
Grabbing at my tits, I throw my head back and let my hair cascade down my shoulders as I start to ride his face. I move my hips back and forth, and then from side to side, and he starts to finger my pussy at an almost too violent rhythm.
"Don't--" I start to say, but the words die in my throat as a convulsion takes over my body. High voltage runs up my spine, and my muscles start to twitch as if the brain-body connection had been severed. "Oh, God … It's so … It's so … GOOD!" I scream out, clenching my ass cheeks as he pushes his finger deep into me. I stay like that, sitting on his face, until the final waves of my orgasm finally wash over me.
Not wanting to lose moment, I crawl down his body, and when my knees are lined with his thighs, I grab his cock and angle it upwards. Raising my hips, I start to brush his glans against my wetness, and then I ease myself down. I do it in one sudden movement, allowing him to pierce me with enough strength to break me in half. His thickness stretches me wide, and I wonder how many times will it take for my tightness to be permanently ruined; I mean, we're going to be fucking every single day from now on, and his cock is simply massive. Not that it matters anyway: when we're talking about a cock this big, I guess that any pussy is tight enough.
I lean forward, and grabbing his ankles, I start to sway my hips. His cock slides easily and I start to rock my body as hard as I can. There's an ebb and flow to the way I move, but my movements are all being guided by my unconscious mind. If you ask me my name right now, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to respond.
When I finally feel ready for more, I lift my knees, and placing my feet on the mattress, squat down over his cock. I go down on his shaft, and it goes deeper than before, his tip pressed tight against my G-spot. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits and I start to jump up and down, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs as I move.
I ride him fast, and I ride him hard. I do it until there's no more strength left in my legs, and then I keep riding him some more. Even if my heart stopped beating and my lungs collapsed, I doubt that it would stop me from fucking him. Yes, it's this good. But you already know that, don't you? You've been here all along, by my side … I appreciate it, but don't think that I'm going to share Ethan out of sympathy for you. I have a big heart, but it's not that big-sorry.
I slow down just a bit, but Ethan keeps the rhythm up by thrusting. I have to stop and allow him to take the lead; he hooks his fingers on my thighs, and,pushing me down, he starts to thrust like a madman.
"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he says, and I can't tell if he's talking to me or to himself. Either way, his words tickle my brain, and I let the satisfaction wash over me as my pussy starts to tighten around his cock.
"I don't want you to get enough of me," I manage to say, struggling to get the words out as his cock pistons into me, setting fire to my sides. I grit my teeth, hard enough to shatter them, and hiss through them like a snake; then, unable to control myself, I go back down to my knees and scream so hard that I risk ruining my vocal chords.
Even though I'm already coming, Ethan doesn't slow down; if anything, he goes even faster. Each thrust of his intensifies my orgasm, and before I even know what's happening, I feel it building up all over again. Instead of fading away as quickly as it came, ecstasy rises and falls in me, maintaining a constant presence as tiny fast spasms make my muscles twitch. I come for the second time in a row, and it's almost too good to be true. If I died right now, I'd die as a happy woman. I mean, I'm sharing a bed with the most perfect man on Earth … And did I mention that he loves me? Yeah, I probably sound like I'm head over heels right now, but that's only because I really am. I don't care if I sound like a naive teenager; this is my moment, and I've earned it. And you can rest assured that I'm going to enjoy it.
Rolling to the side, I sprawl myself on the mattress, breathing so hard that I don't even know how my lungs are still working. I'm so spent that I can't even open my eyes right now. Still, my heart keeps beating that relentless song of lust and desire, and I know that we're far from being done.
"Come here," I purr, going on all fours and swaying my ass. Grinning, he goes up to his knees and places himself behind me, his hands going straight to my hips. With one single stroke, he places his glans against my pussy and slides it inside me at once. This time I don't moan or scream, I simply let it happen.
Slapping his thighs against my ass cheeks, he fucks me savagely. He doesn't build up the rhythm; he simply goes hard right from the start. His cock is moving so fast that I can't even tell when it's going in or when it's going out, and really, who cares? All that matters is that his shaft is deep inside of me, pushing against my inner walls and ravaging me.
"This … Every day … " he groans between thrusts, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. "Can you handle it?"
"Can you handle it? I'm insatiable … "
"Then we're a match," he tells me, and without warning, pushes his thumb against my asshole and slides it in. I moan immediately, my whole body tensing up as a nocked arrow. Fuck, I can't believe I'm about to come again. When I met Ethan, I was already an experienced woman (okay, I was more than just experienced), but this is almost too much, even for me.
Two more hard thrusts and I'm coming again; I collapse on top of the mattress, but Ethan follows, pressing his body on top of mine. I bite at the sheets, bunching them up with my fingers while I flail my arms. I'm completely out of control, and it feels amazing. While my brain is frying, Ethan keeps on thrusting, pressing the tip of his cock against my G-spot and rubbing it there. With precise movements, he stops my orgasm from simply fading away, and keeps fanning the flames of pleasure inside of me.
While he pounds me furiously, I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one and place it between my thighs, two fingers tightly pressed on my clit. As my body rocks back and forth, my hair plastered to my forehead and cheeks, I feel something boiling inside of me. Something … different.
"That's it, babe, don't stop now," he tells me, and I can't help but obey. With my fingers working in tandem with Ethan's cock, I finally explode.