Imagine; Justin settling comfortably between your legs, and your arms are around his neck while he teases your tongue with his own. His hands are roaming the newly exposed skin of your body, causing you to release a soft moan into his mouth as his large hands come into contact with your sensitive skin. One of his hands doesn't linger, continuing its journey lower while the other cups your breast firmly, bringing his thumb and pointer finger to tease and rub your hard nipple roughly.
"Mmm..." your throat releases softly, arching your back in response to his touches, "...shit Justin." He has moved back up to your neck, wanting to move further, but allowing you to continue on your task of removing his boxers and jeans that are becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with every passing minute. "I want you so bad right now."
Once his pants are down to his knees, he pulls back and kicks them off the rest of the way, "How badly?" He asks, bracing himself with one of his arms while he let his other hand slip down to the shorts you are wearing, coming to rest at your core, purposely running his hand along the outside of your shorts, "How badly do you want me?"
You part your legs even further, as if begging him to take you then, allowing him to feel your soaked center as he caresses it softly with his fingers, "Really badly," you manage out, your chest heaving, air becoming a little more difficult to inhale, "really, really badly." You don't even attempt to stifle the moan that escapes your lips when you feel one of his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your panties and enter you. Your hips buck almost instantly, not at all interested in teasing and wanting to feel him as deeply as you can. "Oh, Justin..."
Justin moves his head back down to the crook of your neck, peppering it with kisses. He can feel himself inching closer and closer but he mentally attempts to slow himself down.
He slips another finger into your core, causing your hips to lift even more, and he increases the speed in the pumping of his fingers, matching the pace of your hips. "Please..." you beg. "Oh God, please."
At the same time his fingers are thrusting in and out of you, Justin is teasing the swells of your breast, sucking tenderly on the skin, "Mmm?" Your hand grips his hand, shoving it in deeper and causing you to moan, "More..."
Justin dips his head down, taking your breast into his mouth and running his tongue along the outline of your nipple. You don't think it is possible to arch your body further, but you hear your spine creak as you arch your back, causing him to release a stifled moan against your skin. "Please..."
He pulls back, and despite his obvious erection that is prodding your thigh, you can see the sweat dripping down the side of his face and feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Fuck, yes." You answer without a moment's hesitation and he can't help but smirk at your language. It turns him on more to hear you use foul language. His hand is already in the process of yanking down your shorts and underwear, but obviously it isn't fast enough for you because you choose to assist him. Your clothing is kicked away to the floor, and Justin pulls you up to him, positing your back to rest against the mattress, while not breaking your steamy kiss.
He doesn't pause, and when you feel Justin enter you, your muscles tighten and clench as you suck in a deep breath. You begin to take deep breaths as Justin makes movements to try and slide all the way inside you to fill you. Your back stiffly tries to move against your cotton sheets but they end up being bunched under you from the lack of friction and Justin's quick paced thrusts.
To maintain a smooth transition between thrusts, you start moving your hips in sync with his as he shifts you both to find the right angle. You are able to grip the sheets tight, lifting yourself up slightly to allow Justin to slide beneath you a bit more, his hands gripping the side of your body to give himself leverage.
"How close..." He mumbles.
You let go of the sheets, bringing your arms to drape around his neck, arching your back as you feel his lips reattach to your chest, "Close," you whimper out, "oh god, so close."
Still maintaining his pace, Justin reaches down, gripping your hips and guiding them faster, internally rejoicing when he hears the panting from you greatly increase, not necessarily needing it for his own orgasm, but wanting to make sure yours occurs when his does, and knowing that he doesn't have much further to go until it hits.
"Oh fuck..." he mumbles, tilting his head back, any coherent thought he possesses driven out of his head the sight of you straddling his waist and riding his cock to your orgasms.
You cum first, something he is grateful for, your whole body freezes, one of your hands cupping your own breast while your other hand rests on your lower stomach, your face covered in pure bliss and his name tumbling from your lips. He isn't sure if you finished with your own orgasm by the time his comes, all he knows is that fire raged through his veins, his eyes roll into the back of his head, and with one final thrust he releases everything that he has inside of you, groaning low and slowly as he does.
