“What?”he began, picking up his head to see where she’d gone—she wouldn’t leave him hanging on the hairy edge, she wasn’t that much of a bitch, surely—dropping his legs to the bed as he started to sit up.
But she hadn’t gone anywhere, she was still there between his legs, rising up first to her knees then climbing on top of him.Grabbing his dick in one hand and sinking her hot, wet pussy down on it in one smooth, slick motion.
He collapsed back on the bed, speechless and breathless.When he finally found his voice, it was thin with shock.“What happened to eating ass until we both come?”
“Changed my mind,” she breathed and began to rock.
He watched her move while sensations battered him.Her hot cunt on his dick, the cool air on his wet balls, his wet asshole.The warm, firm weight of her on top of him, her soft thighs spread over his hips.She still wore the T-shirt, so he could only picture the curve of her waist, the thrust of her breasts.They swayed under the thin cotton, heavy and round, and he wanted his hands on them.
But he wasn’t sure of his moves, and this was her show.So he kept his hands to himself.
“Wanted you inside me,” she continued, her face half obscured by her tangled mass of hair.
“You wanted my load inside you,” he said, forcing a playful tone.He wanted to grab her and hold her so close he wouldn’t be able to tell where he ended and she began.Wanted it so much he had to grit his teeth to keep from taking it.
Her movements stuttered to a stop, and dismay flickered in her eyes.He opened his mouth—to say what, he had no idea, he just knew he needed to take that stricken look out of her eyes.But then it was gone and she was moving again, swiveling her hips in a way that stole his breath and scattered his thoughts.
“That too.”
He wanted to push her hair out of her face so he could see her, wanted the T-shirt gone so he could touch her.He kept his hands fisted in the sheet at his sides and ached.“You feel so good, Bay.So fucking good.”
“Yeah?You like that pussy?”
That wasn’t what he’d meant, but… “Yeah.Hot, wet.So fucking tight.”
Eyes gleaming, she did something magical with her internal muscles that made her even tighter.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned.
“Good,” she said, managing a smirk through the panting.“Can you still do that thing?”
He had to blink the sparks out of his eyes to see her clearly.“What thing?”
“The thumper thing.”
“The— Oh.”He realized what she was talking about and choked out a laugh.“Yeah, I can still do it.”
She waited a beat.“Well?What are you waiting for?”
“Gimme a second,” he muttered, struggling to focus.“And stop moving, it’s distracting.”
“So sorry,” she said with sarcastic sweetness.But she stilled the rocking motion of her hips, her hands resting his belly, and waited.
So he concentrated, tightened the muscles in his abdomen and pelvis, then flexed.And his dick wentthumpin the tight tunnel of her pussy.
She let out a gurgling laugh, a sound of pure delight, and her pussy tightened reflexively around him.“Again.”
He did as she ordered, thrilling to the joy and pleasure on her face, riding his own at the snug grip of her pussy.He did it again, and again, tightening and flexing his muscles to make his dick move inside her, thumping against her sensitive inner walls until muscle fatigue set in.
She looked down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, hair hanging down to curtain her face.“I always loved it when you did that.”
“I know,” he said, and forced one last bounce out of his tired abs.
“Fuck, Nash.”She leaned forward, hands pushing into his abdomen, and began to move again.
He moved with her, digging his heels into the bed to push up.Her head dipped forward, her hair dragging across his bare chest.The tickling sensation made him twitch, and she raised laughing eyes to his.
She slid her fingers over his belly to rest below his ribs.“Still ticklish, huh?”