I touched him with the pads of my fingers, ran them up and down his length as his erection pulsed, jumped. He growled, deep, fierce, hungry. I finally let my finger trace the perfectly cut base of his head. His hips moved, out of his control I believed. Letting a finger rub over the hole at the tip with a drop of semen on it, he moaned. I licked it up then, letting the salty taste of him linger on my tongue.
When I gripped his length in my hand, he started, placed his hands on my shoulders for balance. His fingers dug in as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. Letting it pop back out, I licked over each vein on his erection. With shaky hands, I cupped his balls. Each time he groaned, I squeezed a tiny bit harder. Sucking on him now, taking into my mouth what I could of him, I let a few fingers trail over the tight skin between his sack and his ass.
Thinking of his ass, I needed to see it. It had looked amazing in jeans, but out, I just couldn’t imagine. Letting him go, I got on my hands and knees and crawled around to the back of him.
“Damn, woman,” he exclaimed as he let his hands fall to my ass.
He rubbed only briefly before I managed to get behind him. I let my hands fall flat on each cheek. I rubbed, massaged the rounded, tight globes. Taken with him, I gripped and squeezed, pulling his cheeks apart to reveal his puckered hole. I sent my tongue over it and watched his hands ball into fists at his sides. Encouraged, I bit at his flesh. Kissing and biting and licking, I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.
Before I knew what was coming, he’d moved, tackled me, pushed me down flat on my stomach on the bed. I felt his erection press against my ass before he sat up and pulled me like a rag doll over his lap. My mound against his hard thighs, he rubbed over my bent-up ass.
“I didn’t get any ass time,” he grumbled, low and feral.
He gripped at my full cheeks as if letting loose and trying to control himself at the same time. I squirmed, and he made a noise in recognition of my pleasure. His finger circled my own opening, sending ripples of pleasure through my stomach.
“Shit,” he groaned again, his hand falling to my ass in a light smack. “Sorry!”
I wiggled and moaned in an honest reaction to the slight heat.
“Really?” He questioned, a hitch in his breath.
I groaned, found myself grinding against his leg.
“May I?” He asked.
“Please,” I moaned.
His palm fell to my right cheek then, harder this time, but by no means painful. He rubbed over the heat, creating tiny pulses that had me opening my thighs over his leg in invitation. He took the same warm palm and brought it down on my left side, harder this time. His hand stayed there, in question I assumed, so I let out my sounds of pleasure, pushed my ass up at him in invitation.
He smacked me twice again, once on each cheek. After he rubbed over the heat, he grabbed at the flesh.
“Your curves, they excite me, but this reddening of your flesh, it has me painfully hard,” he huffed.
I moved against his erection until it rested against my mound. With my legs open, my ass up as high as I could make it go, he smacked me twice again before he sent a finger between my folds. Pushing it inside me, I felt my inner walls clamp down around him. By this time the noises coming from me were not human either.
He inserted another finger. The stretch sent ripples through my insides, ones I felt in my toes. With a couple more smacks with his now wet fingers, oddly enough, I believed them too gentle for my taste. He inserted his fingers again, three this time, and I could feel my orgasm building, tightening each muscle.
He threw me off him, then. Moving from the bed, before I could question it, I saw him searching his jean pockets.
“I packed protection just in case the entire universe aligned and I got to be with you this way,” he apologized.
“Thank the heavens,” I laughed, laying there in wait for him.
Watching him run the condom over his erection, I nearly came. My pussy pulsed to have all of him inside me. Only a tiny bit of trepidation lingered in a ball at the pit of my stomach at having all of him. I’d never even so much as seen a cock the size of his, outside of a porno at Chloe’s one girl’s night gone wild.
He became more of a gentle lover then. He moved his body over mine with the grace of a majestic animal. Cradling my head in his hands, he looked into my eyes as he positioned the head of his cock at my opening. Little by little, never breaking his gaze, he entered me. The sensation of being stretched so caused my insides to quake.