68.2
When I taste her, I can’t help but sigh. She tastes like everything that’s right in my world.
She stands, her legs spread, while I take my time with her, my tongue exploring her pussy, savoring the taste of her wetness on my lips. “Oh, Kev,” she whispers, her hands against my head, pulling me tighter to her. “I missed this.”
“I missed all of this,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her. She’s so wet for me, so ready, that it makes me groan.
“I missed this clit,” I say, leaning forward and taking it in my mouth, sucking on it as I stroke her inside until I hear the hitch in her breath that means she’s close.
I look up at her. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, her breasts moving with each breath she takes. She looks like perfection. “I missed this pussy,” I say, stroking her gently, feeling her body respond to every movement I make.
I kiss her abdomen, running my hand over her skin, trying to memorize the surface of her. “I missed this stomach.”
She makes a little whimpering sound, half a moan and half as if she’s trying to say my name, but I don’t stop. I run my palm up farther, caressing her breasts with my hand, watching her nipples harden underneath my fingertips.
“I missed these breasts,” I say.
“Kev,” she whispers.
“And I missed this ass,” I tell her, gripping a handful of her cheek, my fingers pushing against the plug, and she moans, the sound coming from low in her throat.
“Kev, you’re going to make me…” Her voice trails off, but even if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t let her finish.
“No,” I say. “You’re not getting off that easily.”
Isabel whines, biting the edge of her lip as she looks down at me. Her pussy throbs around me, and I know she’s close. “Please?”
She knows begging is my weakness. There's nothing on earth as fantastic as hearing Isabel woman beg. “Please what?”
“Please make me come, Kev,” she says, her voice breathy.
“I don't think so, luv. Not yet."
"Please."
There she goes with the please again.
I slip my fingers from her. "I don't want you to come that way, luv," I tell her. "I want you to come on my cock, the way I haven't been able to stop thinking about."
On the bed, I pull her down on top of me. When she slides onto my cock, it's pure heaven. "You're so wet and ready for me," I say, my hands traveling across her waist, gripping her hips as she rocks slowly on me, the way I know she likes.
But she doesn't need time to warm up. She only rides me slowly for a few minutes, before she's gathering momentum, her head lolling back and her breasts bouncing in the air as she fucks me at her pace.
I love the fact that she's taking control, taking her pleasure from my cock as she rides me. I love the fact that she loses herself, closes her eyes and then opens them abruptly, needing to look at me.
And I can't get over the fact that she's fucking me, with that bright pink pony tail sticking out of her ass.
It's almost enough to make me laugh, except for the fact that she's so damn sexy doing it that I couldn't laugh if I tried.
Instead, I lose myself in her, in the sounds of her moans as she rides me, in the silky smoothness of her skin under my fingertips.
In the sensation of that damn pony tail swishing against my leg as she moves.
"Fuck, Kev," she says, her hands stroking my balls as she rides me.
And then even that hot pink tail isn’t funny anymore. "Do you feel that, luv? How ready I am for you?" I ask, my voice tight as her touch sends waves of heat rushing through my body.
"Oh God, yes," she gasps. "I want to feel you come inside me, Kev. I want all of you in me."
"Not yet, luv," I say, my voice stSummerd. "I want to feel you come on me first."
She looks at me with heavy eyes, desire contorting her features as she grinds against me. "Can I?"
"Tell me how good it feels to be riding my cock again," I order.
She moans. "I missed your cock," she says. "I felt empty without you."
"Tell me how good it feels with this inside you," I say, sliding my hand around to press the plug against her ass.
Isabel groans, grinding her clit against me harder, losing her rhythm as she rides me, her movements no longer controlled but erratic. "It feels so good to be filled up," she says, her words punctuated by short gasps for breath.
"Your pussy is so swollen and wet," I say softly. "I can tell you want to come, my love."
"Please," she whimpers.
"Come with me."
She throws her head back, saying she loves me and crying out my name as she comes with a vengeance. The moment her orgasm begins to rip through her body, it triggers mine. My balls clench and I let go.
