He draws the lace down my legs and discards the panties leaving me completely exposed for him. He stares at my sex with a hunger that makes me want him just as much. His fingers rub again where the lace used to be, now tender and sensitive. He leans in and covers my clit with his mouth. Sucking long and hard making me writhe beneath him. One long lick before he slowly works one finger inside me watching my eyes darken as he does so. He crooks his finger and slowly draws it out again. He adds a second finger watching me and taking pleasure in the moans he draws out. He sucks my clit as he slides his fingers slowly into me and back out. Picking up the pace, he pins down my sex with the other as I try to writhe away from him. He feels me getting tighter and tighter inside and as he feels me start to come he pulls out and rubs my opening ferociously sending my juices flying as they squirt from me. He licks my wet pussy reveling in the taste of my orgasm. He gently rubs my pussy and kisses me. I love the taste of my juices in his mouth.
"Ready for more?" he asks. I can't make sentences but I nod enthusiastically with "Hell yes" running through my mind. Now malleable in the daze of my orgasm, he rolls me over and places me how he likes. My knees propped on the chair and me leaning into it. My ass is sticking out to greet him. He rubs my ass appreciatively before closing in behind me. I feel the tip against me. He rubs up and down from my clit and back covering himself in my wetness. I groan as he slides into me. He slides out and back in once more filling me.
"Wait" I say. He smiles as he remembers how much I love this moment. This moment he fills me with his pleasure. I could stay like this forever but we both get impatient and he draws out slowly then swiftly pushes back in filling me once more. He gradually picks up his pace. Harder and faster going so deep I can feel him all the way inside me. I am sure I am making unintelligible moans and screams but none of that matter as all I can focus on is that feeling of being filled to the brim. Every so often I feel his hands on my hips or hear his pants and moans, but mostly it's the feeling of him inside me. It isn't long until I feel my muscles tighten and I clamp around him as the bright white of the orgasm clouds my mind. He pulls out and leans over me. He kisses my neck and wraps his arm around me to hold my breasts as he lets the orgasm rack through my body. "That's my girl" he whispers in my ear.
As I come down from the pleasure, he slides back inside me working back and forth slowly. "You want it?" He asks. I nod knowing exactly what he means. He stands and glides his hands down my back. He licks his thumb, making sure it is nice and wet. Then places that thumb on the tight pucker above his cock, rubbing lightly as he works his hard cock in and out just below, then he gently slides his thumb in. The sensation is so intense. Every nerve ending on edge and I am back to that place where I feel nothing but his cock and his thumb. He uses his new hold on me to his advantage and plunges deeper than ever with his hard cock. I begin to tighten once more and this time the feeling of me tightening around his cock brings him to the edge with me. As my orgasm races up my spine he pulls his finger and his member from me and finishes, covering me with his pleasure.
As I fall blissfully down from my intense orgasm back to reality he pulls me up to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around me. As he leads me back to the shower he mutters one last thing. . "You should only ever wear that shirt."
