I close my hands around her ass and roll my hips against her. I love it when she sits on me. What I love even more is the power play.
She moans as I push my hip up and hold her close against the pressure. She rides me with one hand, still pressing the gun into me.
Her eyes roll slightly up and back with her head, and I simply enjoy the effect I have on her.
I use the moment of distraction, let go of her ass, and close both my hands around the gun’s barrel.
Her eyes flash back to focus.
I guide it to my mouth.
Her eyes burn in arousal.
I trail my tongue around the muzzle, not breaking the gaze into her eyes.
I open my mouth wide.
Push the gun in and suck it.
Her chest heaves up and down fast as she gazes at me with flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes out.
I stop sucking, smirk, and say, “Babe, you haven’t seen any of my crazy. But I will show you, if you want me to.”
She bites her bottom lip, trying to stop a grin from appearing on her face. But I already know her. I know every thought of hersafter all this time together. And I know she is a wildcat waiting to be released from the cage of rules.
She nods almost invisibly.
So I push up my hips and swirl her onto the floor so I am on her now.
I press the gun hand by the wrist onto the floor and take the gun from her, then I kiss her.
Wild.
With tongue.
As she deserves it.
Kiss over her chin down her neck to the collarbone.
Push up her shirt.
Rip away her bra and bite her nipple.
“Ouch,” she shouts and arches.
“Did you enjoy that?” I ask her.
She grins and says, “Yes.”
“Good,” I say and get up.
“Remove your pants,” I say as I stand above her, gun in one hand, and remove my own clothes.
She opens the buttons and pushes them down. Meanwhile, I drop my clothes, then I get back on my knees and dig my face between her legs. I circle with my tongue around her clit for a moment, until she presses her legs around my head.
I bite her labia.