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My fingers brushed over the thin lace covering my hips, his eyes glued to mine. My legs were spread wide by his hips, his arms thrown above his head as I straddled him.
"You're killing me," he sighed with a laugh, eyebrows pulled together.
"You didn't think you'd get away with that, did you?" He shut his eyes tightly, likely thinking back to this morning. He had woken me up early, skin hot and supple against mine. Kissing along my jaw, murmuring against my skin. Teasing a hand below my waist, my back arching and body waiting for him. He slid a finger down to my clit, circling lazily. He let me sigh and whimper, then kissed my forehead, and withdrew.
"See you this evening," he whispered, and left the room.
And now, he had endured an endless evening of me stripping slowly on top of him, pulling off our clothes one piece at a time. Now he lay naked under me, letting me grind against his hyper-sensitive cock. I circled my hips slowly, and he let out a stifled moan.
"I-" he began, but bit his lip in frustration, fingers curling into the pillow behind his head. "Let me touch you, at least."
"No," I stated, thumbs hooking into my underwear. "You deserve this."
He sighed, licking his lips and furrowing his brow. I snapped the fabric against my waist, reaching up to cup my breasts over my bra.
"Please," his eyelids were heavy.
"I'll take this off for you," I purred, unclasping it and tossing it on the floor. Another stir from my hips, and his lips parted as he watched my chest heave. I pinched at my nipples, throwing my head back with a heavy sigh. My pussy was aching against him, begging for the wet snapping of his hips it expected.
"Let me fuck you," he could read my mind, reaching a hand to my waist. I gasped at his touch, pushing his hand away against my better judgement.
"Look what you've done," I tutted, pausing the movement of my hips. I lifted from his waist, hands pressed against his lower belly. He whimpered at my absence, watching me pull my underwear down my thighs with greedy eyes. I pulled the lace over my knees, and stuffed the fabric into his hand. "Will that keep you busy?"
He nodded desperately, curls stuck down on his damp forehead.
"Please, baby," he begged, his cock stiff and waiting in the air.
"What do you want?" I encouraged, letting him watch my nails drag up my stomach.
"Use me," he urged, hips twitching against nothing.
"You want this pretty cunt around you?" I pouted, and he nodded, lips parted. I bit my lip, wrapping my hand around his slick tip. He bucked at the sudden attention, head lifting as he watched me guide his cock into my soaking core. My stomach twisted at his intrusion, relief washing through me as he stretched me open. He let out open-mouthed gasps as I ground my hips into him, trying to keep his twitching hips steady.
"You feel so good," he breathed, screwing his eyes closed when I lifted my hips briefly, only to lower them, letting him bottom out against my cervix. I held back a moan as I pressed two fingers to my clit, watching his eyes flutter open to study my hands. I kept my hips still, rubbing my bundle of nerves slowly.
"You're doing so good," I praised, and he sat up, supporting himself with his elbows. His fist was still clenched around the black lace I had given him. My fingers swept wildly at my clit, pleasure thrumming through my pulse. My walls were begging for friction, and I let my hips push and pull against him slowly. He was letting out short gasps, jaw slack and eyelids heavy.
"Baby, I'm close, I'm close," he moaned, head rolling to the side. He laid back, stomach tense and rippling. I grabbed at his wrists, pulling his hands to grasp my breasts. This drew a shaky breath from him, thumbs passing over my nipples as I returned to my clit. My face was burning red, heat pooling between my thighs as I drew closer to the edge.
"You wanna see me come?" I managed to ask, and he whined below me, pinching at my breasts.
"Please," his hips were reflexively snapping against mine, his eyes dark from his blown-out pupils. I watched his tongue run over his pink lips, thinking of it running over my skin. My clit was overstimulated as I circled it a few more times, leaving it to grab the headboard. I brought my hips against him forcefully now, riding him quickly to satiate the ball of pressure in my lower belly. He was wordless below me, watching my tits with parted lips.
"You're so pretty, baby," he mumbled, "Let me see it," I was spurred on by his encouragement, crashing down on him recklessly as my head rolled back. I cried out, clenching around him with the waves of my orgasm, my body wracked with shuddering pleasure. He snapped his cock up into me as I gasped, muttering obscenities as he grabbed at my waist.
"Finish inside me," I pleaded, and he shuddered. With a few more shattering thrusts he let out a muffled groan, spilling into me as his hips stuttered. I was limp on his chest, enjoying the throbbing of his cock inside of me as I came down.
"Fuck," he breathed, brushing my tousled hair to the side, "Shit, you're gorgeous."
