Page 110 of Tame Me

“Do you now?” I wrinkled my nose, acting all coy, but I was every bit as eager to fulfill his wish. I put my hands on his shoulders and raised my foot over his legs to straddle him.

“No. turn around.”

“Oh.” I turned with my back to him, and he placed his hands on my hips, guiding me in. I stood between his knees; the warmth of his chest nestled against my lower back. I reached down, put one hand on his knee, and wrapped my other around his cock, gliding my fingers up and down his shaft.

I went slowly at first, but as I increased my speed, I also alternated my attention between his cock and his testicles, taking my time with each. His balls were heavy, full in my hand as I squeezed and caressed them with a lover’s touch.

“Oh God, Jane.”

My name sounded so perfect, whispered off his tongue, so perfect, in fact, that the pulsing across my clit became impossible to ignore any longer. I bent my knees, lowering my pussy to the head of his cock, and just feeling it nudge my opening sent rockets through me. I gripped my hand around his cock and used the head of his cock to rub my clit, flicking it back and forth, over and over. My insides clenched, driving pulses from my sensitive bud to every nerve in my body.

Henry reached around my hip, and as I pleasured him, he joined in by thumbing my clit. Next second, the TingleTip came into play.

Vibrations shot through me. Incredible became mind-blowing.

I screamed as I came. My hot come dribbled over my hand, over his groin, yet I continued to rub his cock, and he continued to trigger the vibrations on and off in a random pattern that had me riding wave after wave of delicious pulses.

The squatting had my legs in a quivering mess, and I was gasping for breath by the time I finally stood up.

Henry wrapped his arms around me and trailed kisses across my shoulder blades. His hands glided from the sides of my torso to my waist and cupped my breasts. His touch was feather-light, trailing goosebumps in its wake. His exploration made my nipples so stiff they ached.

I put my hands over his, riding his explorations as his fingers continued to map my flesh.

He knew my body so well.

My breathing grew deeper, as did his. His hand glided down my torso, as did mine. And together, our hands cruised over my sex. His finger touched my clit, and the sensation was like a firecracker that nearly shot me forward. He retreated quickly and continued his study of my flesh.

He took his time, continuing his kisses across my back, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on our hands moving together. My body was alive, bristling with lust-fueled energy. My greedy pussy begged for attention too, and I bobbed up and down, tapping his swollen crown to my throbbing hole.

His hands roamed, he kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe, and his cock nudged my pussy with every bend of my knees. It was exquisite pleasure, and I’d love to continue it forever, but I couldn’t put off plunging that cock into me a moment longer.

I aimed his cock at my opening and drove him into me, ramming his length all the way.

Henry clutched my hips, digging his fingers in as I rose and lowered my hips in a wild, crazy drive to push his cock right up inside me. He went deep, really deep, slamming into something that begged for more.

Henry tensed, his fingers a vise on my hips, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, and when he cried out, I screamed too and rode him like there was no tomorrow. As my boobs slapped together, an orgasm tore through me, great rolling waves of pleasure that felt so fucking good.

Gasping for breath and unable to rise up and down anymore, I sat on his lap and leaned back with my head on his shoulder, and with us still united as one, Henry wrapped his arms around me.

As I listened to his breathing gradually slow to normal, I relaxed into his embrace, feeling every bit at home.

When I stood, Henry excused himself and went to the bathroom. I lay on the bed on my side, waiting for him to reappear. The toilet flushed, and when Henry stepped from the bathroom, his cock swung from side to side as he strode to me. He crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his back with a huge sigh.

I wriggled upwards, placed my head on his shoulder, curled my leg up over his hip, and put my hand on his chest.

He trailed his finger over the back of my hand. “You’re lucky, you know?”

I raised my face and plonked my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “Because I found you?”

He laughed. “No, because you can orgasm.”

I smiled. “You make me orgasm.”

“No. It’s you. Trust me, not every woman can orgasm. They just don’t let their minds go so their bodies can take over.”

I frowned. “Well, that’s a shame.”

“It sure is. Watching you let go like that is one of the most amazing shows on earth.”

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