Ripped Tights (Alex Turner from the Arctic Monkeys)

Part 6

He slides the tip in and I inhale sharply. I grip his upper arms. He looks up at me before sliding the rest of it in. I can feel him already almost hitting my spot. I exhale, realising I had been holding my breath.I arch my back as he pumps it in and out slowly. One of his hands go to my upper thigh, tightly holding it and pulling me further into him. His lips on mine, I groan, his mouth suppressing it. I rock my hips and lift my pelvis up towards him. Pleasure tingles my skin. My hands scratch at his back and then at the couch when he starts to move faster. He presses his face into the couch next to my head. I can hear his breaths and grunts.

"Shit." He rasps.

He thrusts himself further. His speed slowly diminishing. I push myself up, nodding to him to switch positions. With one arm behind my back, he lifts me up and takes my place on the couch. I rearrange myself, straddling his waist. Balancing myself with one hand on his chest, I slip him back inside of me. I can feel him throbbing. He grips my hips, giving me purchase to start moving.  I ride him slowly at first, until he starts holding me tighter. With both hands on his chest, I roll my hips up and down. Faster and faster. My breathing speeds up - almost like I'm hyperventilating. Soft wheezes. I glide my hands down his torso towards his neck, clasping both hands around it, slightly putting pressure against it. His eyes twinkle, slightly creasing at the sides while smirking. I wink at him, holding back a laugh.

I fumble for one of his hands, finding it and sliding it under my shirt and bra. I lean down, our stomachs touching. My mouth finds his, hair cascades around our faces. His hand comes up to grip it into a knot, pulling it slightly. I moan. He smiles. He raises himself up so I'm sitting in his lap, both of us still rolling our hips. His eyes still dark with lust, a hand still in my hair. He kisses down my neck, focussing on one spot. My hands are still lightly clasping his neck. He kisses back up to my ear and whispers,

"I adore you."

He bites on my earlobe, tickling me and I underestimate our stability on the couch as I flinch to the side. We roll to the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table, his hand on the back of my head, protecting it from the concrete floor. He lands straddling me this time.

"Fuck." I manage to gasp with the wind knocked out of me.

"You alright?"

"Yep." I blush.

"Well since we're here..." He reaches to the table and picks up a bottle. He takes a swig, some of the amber liquid running past his lips. With the back of his hand he wipes his mouth and tilts the bottle in my direction. I take it and drink. warm flooding my chest. I place it back on the table. he cups my face, his fingers slightly running through my hair. he lands sweet kisses on my mouth. Sticky and hot. One by one until they grow I strength and passion. He pulls back slightly.

"Should we finish...." He whispers, his breath hitting my face.

I nod biting my lip.

His fingers trail down my abdomen to my clit. Rubbing softly until I start moaning again. He licks his other fingers and slides his dick back in. One pump then another.  I start gripping one leg from the table and another from the couch as I get pounded into oblivion.