She kneels in front of me, completely naked, her round breasts high and soft and inviting, her hips a perfect reflection of the curves that I see there. There’s no denying it. I’m already hard, my cock aching for release, balls tense and at the ready. My cock twitches again as I think about her riding me the other morning, poised over me and slipping my length inside of her completely bare. She’s the first woman I’ve taken totally bare, and everything about it feels more real when I take her. My hard cock, swelling inside of her, skin against skin, heat against heat. And god, when I come deep inside that pussy, the pleasure of it is uncontrollable. Like I’ll never recover. Like I don’t ever want to.
We’ve fucked so much in the last week while we’ve been celebrating and saying goodbye that I shouldn’t be this ready. But damn, when it comes to this woman and her deep brown eyes, that round ass, her sweet dark nipples against my tongue... my cock doesn’t remember how much it’s been used. It just wants her again--her lips, her hot, tight wetness milking me dry. Her sweet voice when she begs for more, the taste of her essence when I dive between her legs and make her come.
Kneeling before me now, she unbuttons my jeans and lets them fall to the floor.
“I thought we were watching movies or doing something wholesome tonight, Cadence.”
“Can’t resist,” she murmurs, taking my already hard cock in her hand and stroking me with expert speed and rhythm. I look down at her and think about how lucky I am to have had this woman in my life for even a moment. She looks like a pure, sweet princess.
Her lips fall open, and for the first time today, I notice that she’s wearing red lip gloss that brings out the shape and softness of her mouth. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock, leaving a tiny smear of lip gloss at the base of my shaft. For some reason, that makes me even harder, gives me the reflex of pushing forward just a bit so that the underside of my shaft makes contact with her tongue.
She looks up at me, locking her eyes with mine as she licks me slowly, her movements slow and graceful. Her pink tongue darts out as she tastes the head of my cock, licking around out while her hand remains solid at the base of my shaft. She envelops me with that mouth again, wet and perfect and hot against my skin.
I groan when she takes me in further, and gently, I place my hand at the back of her head. If I didn’t, I think I might fall over with the pleasure of it. The sounds she makes while she works me, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, are like sex itself--subtle and erotic and completely and purely her own. Her eyelids flutter closed in pleasure as she sucks me, and I watch as she moves that free hand down to the dark thatch that leads to her pussy. And she touches herself there, moaning as she increases her speed, the vibrations of her voice nearly throwing me over the edge into oblivion.
At the last moment, just before I’m about to come in her beautiful mouth, I pull her away and kneel down next to her in front of the fire.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” She looks at me with hooded eyes, desire written all over her face.
“I just want to come inside of you as often as I can, as much as I can. Before you leave.” Even though my words are gentle, my actions are frenzied, almost desperate. I rip my shirt off and push her to the floor as she gasps, the sound delicate and lovely.
My cock throbs insistently as I bring her to her hands and knees on the sheepskin rug. She turns and looks at me, eyes locking with mine. “Come on, baby,” she sighs. “I want you to come inside of me too. Now.”
There’s a begging whine in her voice, and it makes me want her even more. I move toward her and take her by the hips, pressing my cock between her thighs and rubbing it over her slit until she cries out with pleasure. She’s dripping wet, and I thrust myself against her, the head of my cock meeting her clit. She whimpers, needy, desperate, and I’m unable to hold back any longer.
Her fingers clutch against the fabric of the sheepskin, and I slide myself inside of her, filling her fully, without hesitation. My hands slide over her hips and grip her there as I start to ride her, slowly at first but then with building speed.
“We were made to fit together, baby,” I say, filling her again and again and listening to that perfect whine her voice makes when I thrust all the way inside. I can feel that I’m hitting her inside just how I should, that she’s getting closer and closer, the muscles of her pussy gripping me as I push deep inside.
“Yes, Rowan, yes,” she mumbles. I relish the sound of my name on her lips, and I slam into her harder, my hips meeting hers with rhythmic consistency. I think she’s saying my name over and over again, but everything starts to fade out around me again, and I might be making anything up in my mind. Beneath my hands, Cadence’s body starts to shiver and tense, the muscles in her perfect ass visibly tightening as she starts to come hard, pussy clenching against my cock.