Page 39 of Back in the Saddle

I reached my hand up and brushed her hair away before suckling on her neck. I ran my hand down her side, her waist, her hip, and found the hem of her sleep top. My fingers tingled, almost shook, as they touched her bare skin. I found her breast and squeezed. Her breath faltered ever so slightly. I pinched her hard nipple and was rewarded with a small moan.

I paid the same attention to her other breast. Her back arched, pushing her butt into my hard on again. I nibbled onher earlobe as my hand skimmed the skin of her stomach before reaching into her pants and underwear. Taylor opened her legs as my fingers travelled through her wetness.

My hand was restricted by her underwear. Fuck it. I pulled my hand out and grabbed her PJs and undies and tugged them down. Taylor rolled onto her back and kicked them off.

“Take your top off,” I demanded.

She did.

I pulled the bedcovers down so I could see her naked before me. Her legs and arms were tanned and her torso a milky cream. There was a small round birthmark on her hip. Her breasts fell slightly to the sides. Holy fuck. I wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her everywhere.

I tore my t-shirt off and my underwear wasn’t far behind. She raked her eyes across my body and wet her lips. My heart thumped in my chest as we stared at each other.

I was supposed to be showing her a good time instead of getting my rocks off just staring at her. My hand returned to her slick folds. I lowered my lips to hers and swept my tongue across the seam. Her lips parted and invited me in. Our tongues met stroke for stroke, and my fingers matched the movement.

I pushed her legs open with my hand and she opened them wider. I slipped two fingers in and pumped. Our mouths disengaged as she let out a moan. I slid my fingers out and found her clit. She was so fucking wet. I circled her clit and rubbed it, all the while watching her face to see what she liked best. When I figured out exactly what she wanted, my fingers were relentless as I drove her to the edge.

She bent her legs up and forced her feet into the mattress. It dipped slightly at my knees. Taylor’s breaths were haggard.

“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard the whole bed will shake.”

Taylor threw her head back and cried out. My fingers slowed, coaxing her.

“Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my hand.”

Her legs shook.

“Later it will be in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad.”

She cried out my name as her whole body shuddered. I slowed my fingers more and her tremors matched the movements. The bed shook beneath us.

Good time, achieved.

As her breathing returned to normal, I scrambled for a condom. I needed to be inside her so bad. I needed to feel her warm tightness around my dick. I rolled it on as fast as I could and moved in between her legs. I gazed into her eyes to make sure she was ready. A small smile lifted her lips.

I pushed in centimetre by centimetre. She tensed beneath me and her mouth opened into an O. But she didn’t tell me to stop. I pushed myself all the way in and out, lubricating my length.

Taylor shifted below me, changing position and bending her legs so she could take me deeper. With every stroke a ball of tension built inside me.

“Harder,” she said.

I thrust. The tension built. I adjusted my hips. Taylor let out a small whimper.

I pulled back a little.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. She gripped my shoulders. I drove into her. She squeezed her pussy around my dick and held the pressure.

“Holy fuck,” I grunted.

Taylor cried out. Her hold on my shoulders tightened. My whole body shuddered as my balls clenched and released. The tension let go in a burst and I exploded inside her. There was no more pumping as a growl escaped from my throat.

Our chests heaved against each other as I stared down at her. The hair at her temples was wet and her face was flushed. My whole body was flushed.

“That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had,” I said.

Taylor nodded and smiled. “You lived up to your promise to show me a good time.”

“That promise is for the rest of our lives.”

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