She meets my eye after who knows how long – time doesn’t mean a thing here – and I know she’s trying to tell me something.
It’s so difficult to push through the haze of pleasure.
Her pussy can take more than I ever hoped, singing to me with sexy noises, just like when I was fingering her. Her body was made for me to fuck.
“What?” I growl.
“I want to…try just try….”
“What?” I demand.
“Would you like it? I don’t know.”
I reach over, brushing my thumb along her lip. She tilts her head at the movement, so cute I could burst, touched with love for a moment amidst the flaring lust.
It’s love, and I don’t give a fuck if that sounds crazy.
“Tell me,” I snarl.
“I want you to tell me what position you want,” she whimpers.
I smirk. “You don’t like this one?”
I shift my hips, fucking her deep and passionately to make my point. She tries to speak but then trails off into tangled moans like she can’t quite take it.
We rock like that together for a time, but then her words return to me.
“I want to take you like the animal you make me,” I growl, slipping out of her, the tip of my cock pulsing in hungry need to be inside her again. “Bend over. Stick that round, beautiful ass out. Now, Becca bee. Now.”
My voice gets more frantic the longer I have to go without being inside of my woman. It’s like my cock needs to be inside of her again. It feels like I’m going to die without finishing what we started.
Then she does it, my horny Becca bee. She bends over and arches her back, sticking her ass out in the sexiest way.
Staring down, it’s like a gift, her round ass beckoning to me.
I reach down, grabbing onto her globes and pushing them together. She moans and shifts back as I push my cock inside of her.
My entire length disappears between her globes, sliding into her sweet pussy and going all the way to her base. I groan when her ass flattens against my abs.
She whimpers, drawing my gaze. She’s looking over her shoulder, her eyes blurry, telling me she’s close.
“You better cream soon,” I snarl. “I’m not sure how long I can fuck this perfect ass before I explode. My seed needs to be inside of you.”
“I know,” she moans. “I can feel it.”
I grip onto her hips and make my fantasies come true.
I was waiting when she was in England, all those days, imagining what it would be like to bend her over, to hammer her sweet pussy as she moaned and bounced for me.
She pushes back as I fuck her deeper.
Leaning down, I wrap my arm around her body, my forearm across her breasts as I push into her, knowing this is it; I won’t be able to stop soon.
My pace gets quicker, my hips pumping so fast I can hardly take it, and then my woman reaches up and cradles my cheek.
She arches back, so we’re almost cheek-to-cheek, the intimacy only making the position’s primal fact more meaningful.
“That’s it,” I growl. “I can feel you. Come for me, Becca bee. Come for….”