Page 67 of Always Salty

Her fingers focused on a single drop of the oil that’d fallen onto my chest and began to leak down into the crease of my armpit, and she started to work it in with tiny circles of her index finger.

She closed her eyes when my fingers once again met her back entrance, and I followed the same pattern that her finger was making on my chest.

I studied her face as I started with one finger.

When she moved to two, I moved to two.

I followed her lead, only moving to three when she bit her lip and slipped the third finger into the crease of my arm.

“Get my cock slick with it,” I urged when she finally came to a stop, panting and quivering.

She lifted off of me and reached for the oil with her own fingers, getting just enough not to be wasteful as she brought her slick fingers to my cock and oiled me down.

I kept my fingers where they were but kept them completely still.

It didn’t need much at all, thanks to her come already coating my cock, and it took her no time at all to lather me up and get me ready.

“You hold the reins, ma’am,” I teased as I slowly pulled my fingers out.

She hovered over my erect cock, and I held it there, waiting for her to ease herself down onto it.

She locked eyes with mine, and started to lower herself, eyes holding mine.

When the fat head of my cock met her entrance, I said, “My cock head is wider than the base.” “Once you get past…”

I lost my train of thought when she started to push me inside of her.

My eyes threatened to close, and only the excitement of seeing her face when I finally breached her fully kept them open.

“There you go, baby girl,” I replied hoarsely. “You’re almost there.”

I could feel her getting closer onto my hand, and knew I could let go now, but it felt intimate having my hand that close to her pussy.

I wasn’t going to waste her nearness.

“Almost there,” I gritted out. “Just a little bit more.”

Her breaths were coming in pants, her chest rising and falling like she was running a marathon.

“It’s really full,” she paused, her thighs quivering. “Are you sure…”

I used my clean hand to move around her hip. Resting my palm on her hip, I stretched my thumb out to catch her clit, and slowly started to draw circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Oh,” she breathed, her body going down despite her earlier reluctance not to ease any lower.

The head of my cock popped in, and I saw stars.

Hot.

Tight.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” I groaned, unable to help myself.

“Oh.” Her “oh” was altogether different this time when she started to go lower and lower and lower.

When her ass met my thighs, her face was filled with wonder.

And anticipation.

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