By the time she said, "suck" I was already half gone.
I would've rolled, would've taken control, but I sensed she needed this from me right now, the control that I was allowing her to have.
"Push your underwear down," she ordered, eyes glazed over with passion. "I want to feel your cock against me."
It took me less than a second to push my underwear down far enough that my cock was free.
The elastic band was bunched up against my balls, pushing everything up and forcing my cock to sit up straight.
She moaned when the tip of my dick met her ass, and her eyes closed as she lifted up, searched for it with her hand, and laid it down flat so that she could sit on it and work it against her.
"Your panties being off would be better in this situation," I gritted out.
The feel of her hand on my cock was enough to bring me to my knees. Lucky for me I was already on my back.
"Yeah," she agreed. "But I've always had this fantasy … "
My hand went to her hips.
"Yeah?" I urged her to explain. "What fantasy is that?"
She dropped down, allowing the tips of both nipples to play along the dusting of hair on my chest. "To have rough, wild sex. With my panties on, pushed to the side, while I fuck you so hard it hurts inside."
My eyes closed as I played out her fantasy in my head.
The scrape of her panties, sliding along my dick as she took me.
"Yeah," I croaked. "How about you slide those panties over and put me inside?"
She smiled. "I will … but first … "
She moved, dropping down between my thighs.
She shimmied my underwear down my legs, pushing them all the way off until they hung on one toe before returning back up.
I widened my legs for her, allowing her the space she needed.
The moment her mouth hit my cock, my entire body twitched.
The underwear dropped.
And I had to physically force myself not to come undone before she'd even gotten me inside of her mouth.
She'd never done this before. Never taken me into her mouth.
It was probably due to my size. I wasn't a small man, and my cock was proportional to my body.
It intimidated most women, and Naomi was a tiny thing.
That didn't stop her from licking my shaft like a goddamn lollipop though.
Nor rolling my balls around in her hand as she tried to take my entire length into the hot, wet heat of her mouth.
"Fuck me."
That's when she giggled on my cock, sending shivers of impending doom down the backs of my thighs.
"I'm going to come if you don't stop. I'll literally die, right here and now, and you'll be left hanging," I informed her huskily.
Her laugh this time was full and throaty, one she had to pull off of my shaft to do.
"Swear to Christ," I told her, catching hold of her hair as she went back down for more. "I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you so hard it hurts. Get up here and give me what I need."
She ignored me, instead going back down to take one more slow lick up my shaft before scrambling up my body before settling herself on top of my thighs.
"Hurry," I grunted.
She pushed her panties to the side, giving me my first good look at her pussy since earlier in the morning, and reached backwards for my cock.
The next few seconds were a test of my self-control as she fumbled to get herself situated. She couldn't seem to multitask. When she held her panties to the side, she would raise up, aim my cock for her entrance, and then sit down.
But the first touch of my cock at her entrance had her forgetting what she was doing. Her hand holding her panties to the side twitched, causing her to come to a halt as she tried to gather her panties to the side once again.
She did this three times before I finally took the task into my own hands.
"Hold your panties," I ordered tersely, holding onto my control by a barest fraction of a thread.
She followed my order, pulling them to the side at the same time as I spread her pussy lips.
The new view allowed me to see my cock notched into her entrance.
I held my breath as she started to sink down, her pretty pussy engulfing my cock one slick inch at a time.
When she could go no further, she'd rise back up, then slowly sink back down, taking more with each plunge and retreat.
It was on the seventh stroke that she finally took me fully inside of her.
The moment I was all the way in, she moaned.
"What does it look like?" she breathed, her gasps filling the air around us.
"Like a fucking painting that I'd like to look at each and every day of my life," I grated out. "If you'd let me take a picture and put it as my wallpaper, I'd love you forever."