*** It's gettin' hot in here! This chapter will be from Adrienne's POV and so will the next chapter (the second part of the sex scene, because why only have one, right?) I hope you enjoy. :) ***
Leaning forward, I reached under the hem of his shirt; pulling it upwards, and he released his grip on my hips only to lift his arms and assist me with getting him undressed completely. Pushing my bare chest against his, I kissed the inside of his ear; moaning as my erect nipples skidded across his warm chest. "I love you, too, Billie Joe."
Smiling, I rolled my hips slowly up and down on his shaft; savoring every divine sensation of my ribbed walls swallowing his penis over and over again. Each time I came back down, my butt-cheeks gingerly kissed his balls, and I could feel them drawing closer to my butt as well as to his own body; indicating that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. My eyelids got heavy and fluttered closed in ecstasy as I rode him, and I didn't try to keep them open. Instead, I focused on maintaining that slow, heavenly rhythm as the sound of euphoria crowded the room via our moans. I absolutely loved riding him in cowgirl because I could be in complete control of speed and depth. On the other hand, there was something incredibly satisfying about feeling him take control and getting stuffed full from underneath. Sometimes he'd have me sit in a squatted position on top of him; supporting my butt as I held myself up with my calves, and he'd give it to me slowly or quickly - all depending on our mood. Always so passionately, though. And I loved how he'd take turns with each of my breasts in his mouth; showering them with exquisite affection in forms of kisses, licks, and nibbles as he'd plunge his hips into mine from below; humming against my areolas that stifled his often roaring moans.
Right now, though, we were enjoying one another with me in control. And I had something fun up my sleeve.
Opening my eyes and smiling down at him, I stopped moving my hips and kissed him. When I pulled away, he grabbed my butt hungrily and thrusted up into me, letting his head roll against the pillow in time with the oxytocin that flooded his veins.
"You're so amazing," he said softly, his lips morphing at last from the paralyzing ecstasy of an "o" shape to a submissive smile; green eyes piercing brown with tenderness and affection.
"How?" I murmured, placing another tender kiss on his lips and momentarily forgetting about my next plan of attack. "You're hard as a rock for me and it feels so good, baby. You feel so good. Your head just feels, I don't even know...like it's extra swollen and it's...oh, baby, it's hitting my g-spot in all the right places," I slurred in ecstasy, feeling drunk. "Delicious. Perfection."
"And don't you ever think for one minute that you deserve anything less than that," he purred against my neck; whimpers of lust lingering on his lips. The sound of him yearning for me turned me on so much that I could've come undone right there on top of him.
"Yes, baby..."
Shuddering slightly beneath me and burying his hips into mine once more, he clutched my curves again and sloppily sucked up the drool that had accumulated in the corner of his mouth.
"I'm gonna tell you something right now," he cooed as he worked his hands up and down my back; our hips resting in unison. "You're amazing because you feel so good, baby girl. This might sound crazy, but I can tell you're ovulating," he said, moving his hand up to the back of my head, gripping my hair in-between his fingers, and gently guiding me down towards his shoulder; speaking lowly and seductively in my ear. "It's a different sensation down there. Everything is extra lubricated. The way I can feel every groove inside of you is just, wow...every ridge is intensified and sliding against my tip so perfectly...fuck, and your walls are gripping me so hard, like a cozy hug with every thrust...I can feel it all, babe. Every detail," he purred, pushing his spine into the mattress and plummeting his hips as far as they'd go into mine yet again. "And I fucking love it...so please, baby, don't stop," he pleaded softly, burying his face in the crook of my neck and thrusting upwards into me again. "Please...I need you. I need you so bad. God, you're so warm and wet."
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