“Wait a minute, okay?” I mewl at him, grinning. “I’m sensitive.”
He kisses me furiously, crushing his lips against mine, and he takes my hand and guides it to his cock, and I grip onto him and jerk him fast and hard.
He climbs up over me, straddling me almost, his back curved. I push him backward, and once again I feel overwhelmed by desire.
I kiss him down his chiseled stomach, smell his musk, bury my nose in his trimmed pubic hair and smell my man.
I kiss my way up his shaft, lick up the droplets of pre-cum beading at his tip, and then I take it into my mouth, bob up and down on him fast, press my tongue against the back of his cockhead and jerk him to the same rhythm.
He leans back, his body tightening, and he runs his fingers through my hair, tells me how fucking sexy I am.
I love the way he tastes, love the groans that leave his lips, love the way he looks at me while I suck him off, while I bring him closer and closer to the edge.
His breaths grow ragged, his thighs tense up, and when I get him almost there I pop him out of my mouth, and look up at him, grinning.
The look on his face is that of pure torture.
“God damn it,” he growls, leaning down, kissing me. I push my tongue into his mouth, make him taste himself, and he just kisses me harder for it.
He lifts me up with an easy strength, one that makes me feel small in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His eyes bore into mine, and then flick down to my lips, and he kisses me again, like he can’t get enough of me.
His cock is pressing against my entrance, and he lets me sidle down his body, and I gasp as he enters me, stretching me.
Slowly, his manhood inches into me, and I grip onto him as if for dear life as he fills me up, makes me feel so unbelievably, fantastically full.
I moan into his ears, only for him to hear because I know he loves it. He bites my shoulder, licks a stretch of skin up my neck, and then he pulls his hips back and thrusts all the way into me.
I dig my nails into his skin, moan louder into his ear, and he starts to fuck me standing. Our bodies slaps wetly together, and he guides my forehead to his so he can look into my eyes.
It’s a struggle to be quiet – we have to be discreet – and he’s making it so damn difficult.
“Duncan,” I breathe, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, pushing his face down against my breasts. I feel his tongue in between, and then he bites me.
“Your fight’s starting soon,” I say.
“I don’t want to leave you.” He thrusts more forcefully into me. I tighten up in pleasure, grip onto his waist harder with my legs.
“Lean back,” he says, and he supports my weight with his arms, and I hold onto his neck with just one arm, lean back in his grip so that there’s space between us.
“Come for me,” he says. I know an order when I hear one.
I send my free hand down in between us, start rubbing my clit while he fucks me.
“Moan for me.”
I moan for him, rub myself, bring myself racing to the edge, love how he makes me feel.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growls at me as I moan, let my eyes fall shut in bliss. “I love how tight your little pussy is around my cock. You make me feel so good.”
He senses my nearness, thrusts harder and faster into me, and my thighs tense and that spring coils tighter and tighter, and then I’m right on the edge again, so, so, so close…
“Duncan,” I breathe, bunching up my face.
He leans forward, takes my lips in his just as I climax, and I moan into his mouth, crest hard and tight and intense, so intense it almost hurts.
I shake and tremble. White hot bliss sears my senses, and I’m in heaven, and I never want this feeling to end.
He drives me through it, makes it last, and I’m limp in his arms, wracked by pleasure, barely able to hold on anymore.
I feel so damn good, so close to him, so intimate with him. Just me and him, alone.
And then I’m passed the peak, panting, sweating, clinging onto him.
His thrusts slow, and we stop moving, and he holds me tight against him, his cock still hard inside me.
He holds me for ages, refuses to let me go. His breathing slows, and he smells me, kisses me beneath my ear.
His lips find mine again, but this time the kiss is gentler. Our tongues dance, and I wish this didn’t have to end.
I shudder as he slides himself out of me, and sets me down onto my feet. My knees are wobbly, weak, and I have to stand against him, lean my bodyweight onto him. He holds my face in his hands, looks into my eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, panting, stroking his face, feeling his stubble against my hand. “You seem different tonight.”
Duncan shrugs. “Something feels different tonight.”
Our intimacy seems to crack. We step apart from each other. I smooth my skirt, my top, fix my hair. Duncan pulls on his compression shorts.