My ears pick up the plops of soft things being shed onto the carpet. The chink of a belt buckle. He’s taking off his clothes. My own wet heat rises. I wait for his hands to settle upon me once again and I am not disappointed. They dive straight for my breasts.
He tugs at them. Tugs at my hard, hard, ultra-sensitive nipples.
His voice is breathy. “I need you, Liz.”
My nipples are burning as I allow myself to be led this way towards to wherever he wants me to be. My triangle is wet, so wet that I can feel my creams cascading onto my inner thighs. Oh, I’m such a wanton slut. My mother would turn in her bed if she knew I had descended into this.
Alex stops. His hands slide to my waist. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but he pulls my hands to him this time. My legs take one step forward, only to be met by the solid resistance of his knees. He is seated, I believe.
“Mount me, Liz. I don’t think I can wait a moment longer. I need you. I need to be inside you.” His voice is so hoarse now that I can scarcely hear it.
His cock. Oh, his cock. I picture it – as hard as hard can be. His thick veined shaft rising from his pubic thatch, capped by his circular mushroom head, his balls pulled tight. That very cock which has been inside me for oh so many times until I’ve lost count.
His sure hands guide me to straddle him. He is indeed seated. I spread my thighs, leveraging myself on his shoulders, as he pushes his throbbing member into my ready pussy. My greedy little mouth, so wet and enticing, encircles his girth.
I moan as he thrusts into me with one swift movement. His cock stabs deep – so deep that I can feel its tip at the secret mouth of womb. Gravity ensures that I stay there, pinioned to him as he steadies my hips.
I’m so stretched. So, so stretched.
Ooooooo.
He seems bigger than usual. Harder. As if an iron rod wedges inside me – plump and decisive and dangerous.
My thighs and legs claw for purchase, and my knees scrape against something . . . firm. Something cushioned. The armrests of a chair.
“Hook your legs around them, baby,” he says.
Once again, he helps me. My knees are bent, and I encircle the armrests carefully with my legs. I am in an ‘M’ position. I hope Alex has locked the door to this room, wherever it is, because whoever walks in on us is going to have a very awkward sight of my buttocks and splayed legs.
He ascertains that I’m comfortable. Well, as comfortable as I can be in that position and with his huge penis impaling me. I’m filled as only he can fill me. I’m filled in both my body and soul . . . with a satisfaction that only he can give me.#p#分页标题#e#
“Grind yourself on me, baby,” he whispers.
I know what he likes.
I oscillate my hips, grinding onto his cock as though he’s a pestle and I am his mortar. It is as though he is molding my canal, shaping it into the funnel of his desires. His rigid flesh cores me in all the right secret places, pressing and rubbing my moist pleasure points. His penile head massages the hollow in my vagina at the back, right below my cervix . . . the left nook in my lower passage. Oh, he knows every part of me intimately, and he knows how to wriggle and maximize the narrow space afforded to him and its angles.
My clit prods against his pubic hair. His groin rubs and strokes it so pleasurably that my mind almost blacks out at the ecstasy.
“Oh, Alex, what you do to me.”
“Don’t stop,” he begs me.
I grind and roll my hips. I grip my shoulders and use my thighs as anchors as I begin to pump him. My buttocks begin their rhythmic dance as I slide myself up and down on his shaft. It’s as though my hips are possessed of their own kinetic energy, their own subconscious reflexes. Alex’s organ pounds and kneads and thrusts into me. My walls are so slick that I can hear the squish of our wet flesh rubbing against each other.
My breathing intensifies. My breasts must be bouncing as I fuck Alex. His hands grip my waist, and then my hips, and then everywhere else, as though he’s very close to orgasm. As am I. His cock repeatedly pummels my G-spot even as his groin digs into my sweet, tremulous clit. I’m being assaulted on two erotic fronts. I’m going to crest, I know it. I’m going to the edge, and I’m going to take him along with me.
His semen explodes within me – hot, sensuous stuff that wriggles into my every crevice and fills me with a deep, deep satisfaction of being possessed. At the same time, I let myself tip over the precarious edge. One moment, I’m sane. The next – I’ve tripped over to a whitewashed world of spiraling bliss. Bliss that is intensified tenfold because of my lack of sight.
I shudder, my muscles spasming everywhere. I scream. I arch my back and almost fall off, had he not possessed enough presence of mind to grab my arms. My blood roars in my ears and my pelvis clenches, and squeezes his cock, as though intent to milk every last drop from him.