He folded her in half as if she were a piece of paper, her feet up on his shoulders, her knees framing her head, as he repeatedly pounded into her. Hard. She jerked across the futon inch by inch until she was almost at the edge and just about to cum.
In order to avoid hitting the floor she'd need to move, but she didn't want him to stop, it felt so good to have him! The danger must have done it because she finally gushed forth a huge cum. The sensation traveled throughout her even as he hitched her body up and sideways.
Now, fully aware that he was about to explode, even though she wanted more, she flexed her muscles, tightening around him, sucking him off with her pussy. She enjoyed feeling him swell and become a rock within her. It didn't bother her in the slightest when he came first, or before she was done with him, she knew she'd feel fabulous no matter what. She'd let him watch, and enjoy that just as much.
He thrusted into her once more, and began pounding faster and faster until he could hold it no more. He let out a long low groan, and then apologized for not lasting longer. She giggled and told him she wasn't complaining then reached for her vibrator....he watched her move it in, out and all around in a circle, pound it hard then slow, and then bury it deep while pushing it down on top of her clit.
She came again with a loud, long satisfied note which made him ready to take her right then and there, all over , just to hear her for a third time. He enjoyed watching her play, and was somewhat irritated that he couldn't do it more often.
Plus, when he did, he often ended up fucking her when he should just enjoy the show and let the anticipation build for next time. As she relaxed into a good rhythm, playing the tip of the vibrator over her clit, then inserting it into the sticky cum dripping from her hole, he reflected on the fact that this was the most sexually charged relationship he'd ever been in.
All she had to do was make a suggestion, or give him that seductive grin, maybe lick her lips and he was raring to go. Hell most of the time all he had to do was look at her and his dick got hard.
She in turn had told him he was so different, she was so comfortable with him, and she felt she could do anything in his presence without feeling the least bit uneasy.
She was proving it now as far as he was concerned.
He watched her close her legs around the vibrator, and hold it there so she was now free to use her palms to tease the tips of her nipples, her fingers to pull and roll them, make them pucker.
As she arched her back slightly he saw her straighten her legs more and jerk a bit, clearly from striking a good spot, but she recovered her composure.
He watched her lay her legs flat out and heard her breathe in trying to avoid cumming too soon...it must be vibrating directly on her clit, he thought. Then she began to flex her muscles. Seeing her skin move, watching her cheeks flush, he realized he was witnessing what it looked like for her to fantasize about squeezing him off while she rode him.
He let her continue for a few minutes more, listening to her moan and comment about fucking him again, but as she began to pant and writhe slightly from side to side he could resist touching her no more.
Deciding he would assist her, he stood and walked to the other side, knelt down on the floor, and took both her hands in his own.
He lifted them high above her head, and then held them both in one hand while bending to tickle the tip of her nearest nipple with his tongue. He drifted across the other nipple with his free hand, and then grasped it between his fingers tugged it upward while the other nipple was now being firmly nibbled.
She was writhing more now with the combined pleasure of their teamwork, and she was tightening around the vibrator enough that it would soon be pushed out.
He spoke to her now, asking her if she liked what he was doing, telling her to hold still so he could climb on top of her, informing her he would let her ride if she could follow orders.
Once she agreed, he relinquished his hold on her hands, but she kept them raised above her head. He told her to bring her knees up slowly; she did it, beginning to pant more heavily. He smiled a wide devilish smile because he knew she was fighting an orgasm...and it was big.
Direct stimulation to her clit made her crazy. Next he told her to open her legs only enough for him to take hold of the vibrator. She did, and once his left hand gripped it, he began to move it in and out, slowly, in and out.
She lifted her head to watch, but swiftly closed her eyes and laid it back down when he lifted his eyebrows reminding her she did not yet have his permission to watch.
He kept his right hand busy circling her clit, or drifting across it whenever the vibrator's clit stimulator wasn't touching it. She began to tremble so now he gave her permission to watch. She lifted her body up, and he quickly slid a pillow underneath so she was somewhat propped up.
The tension in her muscles combined with her arousal forced the vibrator out so he quickly replaced it with his left hands' four fingers, fucking her well, over and over. She yelled, she told him she loved it, she begged him to let her cum!
She reached for him and he stopped circling his thumb around her clit to take her right hand into his while the left kept thrusting, twisting in and out of her soaking wet pussy. He looked down to see her white hot juices covering his fingers, and felt her tighten around him.....it was time and he needed to move fast.
He pulled his hand out and away so fast she cried out, but in another second he had pulled her up off the futon, lay himself down on it, and planted her squarely on top of him.
She felt him pulse inside and began rolling her hips, gripping him tightly with the walls of her pussy, she rode him until she screamed out how good it felt to fucking ride his cock!!
