This deal is the best thing ever, because fucking someone who is also your friend definitely adds to the experience. Without strings attached, there aren’t going to be any hurt feelings, and I get to have fun with a really cool girl who’s quickly becoming a good friend.
“Lenley,” I groan as she picks up speed, bouncing on my cock, her firm tits offering me one hell of a show. “Slow down, baby.” I grab her hips, forcing her to stop moving.
“I’m sorry, was I doing it wrong?” she asks, biting her bottom lip in that way of hers that makes me want to kiss her senseless.
“No, not per se. I mean, if you keep doing that, I’m definitely going to come, but...”
“What?”
I shift my weight on the chair, causing her to slide closer to me. “First, I don’t like it when you apologize all the time. Yeah, I’m showing you how I like it, but this isn’t just about me.”
“Sorry,” she says again, her eyes widening when I laugh at her immediate slipup. “I just want to do it right,” she explains once we both calm down.
“Baby, there isn’t right or wrong, okay? Either it feels amazing, it feels okay, or it hurts. Honestly, that was okay, and your tits looked fucking incredible, but how did it feel for you? Be honest, please.”
Her green eyes shift downwards, focusing somewhere by my collarbone. “It was okay. I mean, you feel good inside me, but I don’t think that would get me off, if I have to be honest. Maybe ‘girl on top’ isn’t for me?”
She looks absolutely adorable, and the way she trusts my judgment is hot. I could just get up, take her to bed, and have my wicked way with her, but I’m sure we can get this to feel fucking awesome for both of us.
“You might be right, but I just think we had the wrong angle, and you need to give yourself time to feel every inch of me as you move.”
She giggles. “You have a lot of inches, Chan.”
I wink at her. I’m well aware that I’m packing way more than the average guy. “I do, and I want you to use me, Len. Don’t think about what you see in porn. Follow what your body tells you to do. Do what feels good.”
I maneuver so that the new angle will cause her clit to get more friction as she slides up and down my shaft. “Okay, try to move now, but do it a little slower than before.”
I’ve never been into the whole teacher-student kink, but fuck, the way Lenley follows my directions, and the concentration that makes her torment her plump bottom lip with her teeth, is converting me fast.
She lifts her hips again, but this time, rather than slamming onto me hard and fast, she slides down my shaft slowly.
I can’t take my eyes off of where our bodies connect. That sight alone, coupled with the feeling of her tight, wet embrace, is enough to make me moan my approval.
I’m not the only one who likes this new angle though.
“Oh my god!” Lenley gasps, grinding her hips once I’m fully inside her.
“Better?” I smile, squeezing the soft skin of her hips when she grinds again and again.
“Yeah, this is so good.”
Lenley soon gets into a steady rhythm, thrusting and grinding on me.
I relax fully against the back of the armchair, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body connecting with mine.
Soon, though, that isn’t enough, and I need more—more contact, and more of her soft, sexy moans every time I hit her sweet spot.
My hands travel from her hips to her tits of their own accord, my fingers playing with the hard points of her pink nipples.
“This feels so good,” she moans when I close my mouth around one of the stiff peaks, swirling my tongue around it and sucking on it. I keep the pressure light at first, increasing it when I feel her getting wetter and grinding harder.
She looks so beautiful with her back arched to give me better access, her hips swaying every time she has me as deep as our position allows.
A part of me wants to flip us around and fuck her hard. Now that she’s used to my size, she can take it, but I love the way she’s taken control. It’s sexy as hell.
“Channing,” she murmurs as I graze her nipple with my teeth, and the sound of my name on her lips is almost enough to finish me off.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been and tingling in a way that tells me I’m not going to last much longer.