and arousing me, combining with the ache in my arse to consume me with bliss. I moved instinctively, my mind addled with ecstasy. I lifted and fell, my hands resting on the pillow beside his head, his hands gripped tightly on my hips. My eyes closed, unable to fight the weight of pleasure pulling them down.
Sparks of orgasmic enjoyment erupted at every impact of crotch against crotch, and gasps, pants and moans from both of us merged together in harmony. I felt Greg labouring beneath me, lifting his hips to push him deeper into me to get more purchase. I flicked open my eyes and watched him. His cheeks were red and rosy, his lips parted and his eyes were screwed up tightly. He looked vulnerable, sexy and real and I felt a pang of something deeper than lust that intensified when his eyelids fluttered open. He met my gaze and smiled—his face was transformed with it. I read something there, something fleeting, something deep that sent a jolt of enjoyable fear through me. I closed my eyes, unable to take the intensity, and he screamed roughly, held himself deep within me as he came.
I melted in a puddle beside him, still fizzing with sexual tension but happy not to climax. I had come once that day anyway and I was pleased to have pulled him from his business to provide him with some pleasure. So I was surprised when he turned towards me, kissed my cheek and ran his hand down my front. He swept over my breasts, fingers tickling my nipples and eliciting a soft moan from between my lips. His touch drifted lower, skimmed the curve of my stomach and dipped between my thighs. I spread them a little wider. Greg’s thick fingers tickled over my pubic hair hinting that maybe I was still open for more. I was. Where moments earlier I’d been sated and satisfied with what gratification I’d got, with the sweep of his touch along my body I was once again alive with desire.
I wondered if he was merely teasing because his fingers stopped just short of my clit. I wanted to whimper and moan, to plead for release, but my pride wouldn’t let me. I opened my eyes and looked up, crooking my neck slightly so I met his gaze. He had his head propped on one hand, offering him a good view along the length of my body.
I tingled under his appreciative stare. I didn’t pull away from it. I held my breath as I waited for his reply to my voiceless challenge. Inside my mind I was goading him to make me come, laying down the orgasmic gauntlet. I wished the words would force out of my mouth but the power in his dark eyes locked them away deep inside me. I wasn’t the one in control, I just had to wait to see what his next whim would be. I was pliant and frustrated all at the same time and couldn’t have been more thankful when his fingertips grazed my clit.
I closed my eyes and pleasure tore through me, centring my attention on the fingers that explored me. Greg took his time stroking my slippery folds. Weak and painfully turned on, I didn’t have the energy to lift a limb, to move my body, to direct him to what I wanted. I lay compliant beneath him as his lips tickled my collarbone in time with his seeking digits.
By the time his kisses rolled down to my nipples I was hanging on the very edge of ecstasy. I knew that just a few well-positioned strokes would bring me to climax. I wanted it desperately, but at the same time I didn’t want it. I didn’t want the tension, the anticipation to end. I was so sexually alive and I felt so good being out of control for once. I wanted it to go on forever, even if I would expire from the pressure building up inside me to come.
Greg sucked my nipple hard and slid his fingers to my clit. I tightened, anticipating the last moment of want, eagerly awaiting the breaking climax. He surprised me once more by resting his finger there on top of my wet need and lifting away from my nipple. My eyes flicked open and his face was above mine. His focus drifted from my eyes to my lips and back again. He was taking in
Sparks of orgasmic enjoyment erupted at every impact of crotch against crotch, and gasps, pants and moans from both of us merged together in harmony. I felt Greg labouring beneath me, lifting his hips to push him deeper into me to get more purchase. I flicked open my eyes and watched him. His cheeks were red and rosy, his lips parted and his eyes were screwed up tightly. He looked vulnerable, sexy and real and I felt a pang of something deeper than lust that intensified when his eyelids fluttered open. He met my gaze and smiled—his face was transformed with it. I read something there, something fleeting, something deep that sent a jolt of enjoyable fear through me. I closed my eyes, unable to take the intensity, and he screamed roughly, held himself deep within me as he came.
I melted in a puddle beside him, still fizzing with sexual tension but happy not to climax. I had come once that day anyway and I was pleased to have pulled him from his business to provide him with some pleasure. So I was surprised when he turned towards me, kissed my cheek and ran his hand down my front. He swept over my breasts, fingers tickling my nipples and eliciting a soft moan from between my lips. His touch drifted lower, skimmed the curve of my stomach and dipped between my thighs. I spread them a little wider. Greg’s thick fingers tickled over my pubic hair hinting that maybe I was still open for more. I was. Where moments earlier I’d been sated and satisfied with what gratification I’d got, with the sweep of his touch along my body I was once again alive with desire.
I wondered if he was merely teasing because his fingers stopped just short of my clit. I wanted to whimper and moan, to plead for release, but my pride wouldn’t let me. I opened my eyes and looked up, crooking my neck slightly so I met his gaze. He had his head propped on one hand, offering him a good view along the length of my body.
I tingled under his appreciative stare. I didn’t pull away from it. I held my breath as I waited for his reply to my voiceless challenge. Inside my mind I was goading him to make me come, laying down the orgasmic gauntlet. I wished the words would force out of my mouth but the power in his dark eyes locked them away deep inside me. I wasn’t the one in control, I just had to wait to see what his next whim would be. I was pliant and frustrated all at the same time and couldn’t have been more thankful when his fingertips grazed my clit.
I closed my eyes and pleasure tore through me, centring my attention on the fingers that explored me. Greg took his time stroking my slippery folds. Weak and painfully turned on, I didn’t have the energy to lift a limb, to move my body, to direct him to what I wanted. I lay compliant beneath him as his lips tickled my collarbone in time with his seeking digits.
By the time his kisses rolled down to my nipples I was hanging on the very edge of ecstasy. I knew that just a few well-positioned strokes would bring me to climax. I wanted it desperately, but at the same time I didn’t want it. I didn’t want the tension, the anticipation to end. I was so sexually alive and I felt so good being out of control for once. I wanted it to go on forever, even if I would expire from the pressure building up inside me to come.
Greg sucked my nipple hard and slid his fingers to my clit. I tightened, anticipating the last moment of want, eagerly awaiting the breaking climax. He surprised me once more by resting his finger there on top of my wet need and lifting away from my nipple. My eyes flicked open and his face was above mine. His focus drifted from my eyes to my lips and back again. He was taking in
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