Page 72 of Body Shot

“Put the condom on,” I grunt, reaching for a nearby packet.

She takes it from me tentatively, slowly ripping it open.

“Just roll it down,” I instruct.

“I’m worried about my nails,” she whispers, moving painstakingly slowly to take it out of the package and roll it down.

“Take your time.”

She fumbles for a moment but then gets the hang of it and finishes up quickly.

Finally, the condom is on, and I rest my hands on her hips. “That’s it, baby. Slide right down. Take the whole thing and show your man what you want.”

I don’t know if it’s the tone of my voice or calling myself her man that turns her on, but her eyes turn to liquid fire as she sinks all the way down without hesitation.

“Oh, shit, that’s intense,” she pants, digging her fingers into my chest.

“Different angle, lots more pressure. You okay?”

“Oh. Yes. It feels amazing.” Her breath comes out short and choppy. “But I don’t know what to do.”

“Experiment. Figure out what feels good. And then run with it.”

“Anders…” She stops for a moment, looking down at me. I swear I can see her heart in her eyes, like she’s about to tell me she loves me…but then her lids flutter closed, and she starts to move. And I’m somehow disappointed.

But it’s hard to think with the most beautiful woman I know impaled on my cock. I want her to move, bounce—anything—to relieve the growing need between my legs. But she’s taking her time, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Up, down, a little to the right…it’s glorious torture. With a bit of coaxing from me, it doesn’t take long for her to find her rhythm, and there’s a fire brewing that’s going to rage out of control any second now.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful it is to have you riding my cock like this?” I breathe, reaching out to gently flick her clit with my thumb.

“Ohhhh…that’s nice.” She lifts up and sinks back down, and this time I grip her hips tighter, holding her in place so I can grind up against her. She moans and her chin hits her chest. “Anders—please! More!”

“We’re not in a rush,” I say, even though my cock disagrees. “Take some time to find your happy place.”

“The whole thing makes me happy,” she murmurs.

“Yes, but there are certain spots that will make you happier than others. Try different angles and you’ll see what I mean.”

She dips and grinds, moving fast and then slow, giving me a glorious view of her tits as they bounce in front of me. Normally I would lean up and suck on one, but she needs to do this with less input from me. Just this once. I want her to figure out what makes her tick. I’m happy to help, but she’s on a journey of exploration, and I’m discovering it can be fun to sit back and just…watch.

“Oh fuck.” A rush of air leaves her and she digs her nails into my chest. “Anders!”

I’m right there with her, thrusting up deep every time she comes down.

I hope she’s close because I’m hanging on to my control by a thread.

“Anders!” Her shriek—along with the way her pussy squeezes around me—tells me she found her G-spot, and we’re off and running. She’s bouncing so hard I hang on to her by the hips, trying to find some semblance of balance, but we’re close to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, the mattress disappears from under us, and we slide right off the bed, landing on the carpeted floor with a painful thud.

“Fuck!” I let out a hiss, grateful I’m the one who took the brunt of the fall. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Claudia lets out a little shriek at the same time.

She seems a little winded as we land, but no worse for wear.

Her eyes meet mine and there’s a split second of silence before she giggles.

“You okay?” I ask, wincing.

“I will be—once you finish getting me off.”

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