Page 9 of Paved Paradise

His belt and pants are in the way when I move my fingers lower, and I want no barriers. So I sit up, my bare breasts hanging heavy in his sight as I undo his buckle and open his pants. He lifts his hips, and I pull everything down together, and he kicks the last of his clothes free.

Naked, he’s magnificent. The only word to describe his cock is majestic. Everyone says that and thinks it's cheesy, but it's the best word for the moment. I mean, not too thick or thin, long and perfect, and, at this moment, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I’m tempted to just take him into my mouth, but there are a million moments ahead of us to do that, so instead, I move over and straddle him. As much as I love giving pleasure with my mouth, receiving pleasure that way turns me on. As I settle onto his stomach, lowering my pussy against his skin, the wet heat between my legs tells him everything he needs to know.

"You like how that feels?" he asks, and I nod. "Then tell me, baby. I wanna hear your words."

"Yeah, it feels good," I reply, leaning down, my hair falling across his chest, my tits against him, my nipples tingling as the friction between our bodies brings them erect.

"No, Frankie. I wanna hear more."

"It's fucking sexy, is what it is," I whisper into his ear, grinding against his flesh, "the feel of your cock rubbing on my clit, knowing you want it, want me."

"What else do you think I want? What do you want to do with me?" he asks.

“I'm going to move a little further up and rub myself against the shaft of your beautiful, stiff dick, and you're gonna watch and enjoy and get rock hard because you know it's gonna end up inside me and fill me and make me come. And,” I continue, whispering still, "while you're thinking about how good it's going to feel when you slide into me and start thrusting, you're going to watch me play with my clit and bring myself to a powerful orgasm, and maybe, if I'm in the right position, and I know you're close, you'll be able to watch my hot, tight, dripping wet pussy take every inch of your amazing, hard, throbbing cock and I'm gonna beg you to fuck me, harder and harder and I want you to make me scream."

With those words, I do as promised and inch myself up so my clit makes contact with the base of his dick and his balls rest between my spread legs. As I rock against him, moving his hardening flesh over mine, his hands run the length of my torso and up the sides of my body until his fingers brush over the sensitive tips of my tits.

My moans are getting louder and his breath is faster and shallower. He’s watching and only getting harder and more desperate the more I rock above him. I scoot back a bit, resting on his upper thighs, and he bends his knees a little and spreads his legs, making it easy for me to slip down and settle against his cock, the tip against my slick entrance. I can see him, and he can certainly feel me, and when he can’t take any more, he says the magic words:

"Fuck me, Frankie. Put that pussy on my cock, and let me give you what you need."

It’s so much easier with me on top. He has the benefit of a nice, deep penetration and being able to get his cock as far into me as possible, and I can control the pace, the speed, and the angle.

I lower myself, feeling the head of his erection push my folds apart and spread me wide, stretching me open, the shaft following and filling me, and it’s such a rush, I have to stop, the pressure and sensation almost overwhelming.

"You okay, Frankie?" Beck asks, a hint of worry in his voice, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Yeah, sorry," I reply. "Just got a little carried away, and it's been a long while. I gotta remember to slow down, or it will all be over in a minute."

"Tell me how it feels," he urges. "Does it feel good?"

"Fucking amazing, baby," I gasp. "It's like my whole world is just filled with this feeling. Nothing exists except your beautiful, wonderful, magnificent cock inside my tight, wet heat. It just keeps getting better," I continue, as I leaned back, changing the angle and causing his dick to brush my G-spot.

"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed, "oh, God. Its… its perfect, Beck. I never want to leave this feeling. Ever."

"That's not gonna happen, Frankie," he assures me, "not until you say it's okay."

"You're the best," I murmur. "Oh, God, yes. Fuck me. Please."

"How can I resist such a request?" he replies with a grin.

He grips my waist, and his hips flex, thrusting him into me. My eyes roll, my jaw falls open, and all the sensations I just experienced are intensified a hundredfold. I can't breathe, I an't speak, I can barely hold myself up.

Beck repeats the motion and again, and I can feel him sliding back and forth, the friction of his dick against the walls of my pussy and the pressure and pleasure building. His cock is the only thing in my mind. I have no idea how he can make me feel like this.

"Yes," I hiss. "That's it. Yes. Just like that. More. More.”

The pace isn’t hurried, the thrusts measured, his grip firm, but gentle, his expression one of total concentration and determination, as though there’s nothing he wants or needs to do more than satisfy the woman above him. Me.

"Look at me," he demands, and I realize, at some point, my eyes had closed, and I was focusing so hard on the feeling, the bliss, I had completely tuned him out.

"Beck, please, oh, fuck, it's good," I whimper, my hands moving up and down across his body, unable to decide what I want to touch.

"More, baby," he insists. "Don't shut me out. Talk to me."

"Fuck me, Beck," I breathe, my tone almost begging. "Please, baby. Make me come."

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