Thank you all for the feedback on my first story, hopefully this 2nd one won't be the "difficult second album."
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"How could I say no?" I thought.
I had this incredible girl from my past here in front of me, on my couch and totally naked, breathing deeply after the orgasm I'd just given her with my tongue and fingers. And now, she wants me to fuck her. I'd be nuts to even have to think about it. I mean, Claire was incredible and she knew what she wanted and wasn't too timid to just go for it.
Claire's hand ran over her breasts, across her stomach and down to her pussy. She started to slowly but firmly rub her clit.
"Dan, that was incredible, but I want more. I want you to fuck me. And I mean really fuck me. Just the thought of it is getting my pussy even wetter." Claire said breathlessly.
My eyes were fixed on her fingers working over her clit as she spoke. With her other hand, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock, her grip firm but not painful. She pulled me towards her, so my knees where against the sofa edge. Once I was there, Claire sat up and wrapped her lips and tongue around my hard again dick, but only for a moment before she turned over and got on her knees in front of me, facing away. She reached back between her now spread legs and again grabbed my cock, lining it up to her pussy. As the tip rested against her opening, I could feel the heat radiating from her.
"Now, fuck me." Was all she said.
I grabbed her by the hips, my fingers pressing into her flesh and pulled her back onto me as I brought my hips forward to meet her. In no time at all, I was all the way in. I heard her moan in satisfaction as her head dropped down to rest on the back of the sofa.
I started fucking her at a good pace, always pulling her back towards me as I thrust forward, making our skin slap together as they met. Every so often Claire would tell me what she wanted, harder, faster, deeper and I obliged every time as best I could. At one point I stopped thrusting forward and took my hands off her hips, looking to move onto the carpet, but as I essentially stood still, Claire kept pushing back and then rocking forward again. I couldn't believe it, she was fucking herself on my cock. I was there purely as something for her to fuck, and I loved it.
I brought my open palm down across her arse with a crack, hoping she'd be into it. As soon as I did it, she stopped dead and turned her head to look at me.
"What was that?" she asked.