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My brain zaps, and I take several deep, ragged breaths before taking her hand in mine and wrapping it around my shaft. I keep my hand over hers and stare into her dark, desire-filled eyes as we slowly jack my dick. “God, that feels good.”
She’s got her teeth clamped down so hard on her lip the delicate skin turns white from the pressure.
I can’t believe I’m making her stop, but I pause and remove her hand from me. My dick throbs involuntarily at the loss. “Come here.” I shift and pull her right on top of me as I lie back on the mattress.
We’re face to face, heart to heart, and—my favorite—cock to pussy. She freezes in place, straddling my hips with my dick trapped between us, and pushes up from my chest to look into my eyes. “What are we doing?”
“Whatever we want.” I can feel the warmth of her cunt right through her panties. They’re all that’s separating my dick from driving into her pussy. In direct contrast to the thoughts in my head, my fingertips skim lightly up and down the curve of her back, seeking to calm her.
Studying the anxiousness in her eyes, I don’t have a clue what she’s thinking. I hate to assume things because that’s torture, so I wait.
My patience pays off because she tentatively rolls her hips. It’s almost like she’s shocked herself because her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open the slightest bit. And then she does it again. And again. I thread my fingers into her hair and draw her down. “Whatever we want,” I exhale carefully. Waiting.
Her lips crash into mine, a desperate cry tumbling from her lips as she licks at my mouth. She gives a distressed whimper when I don’t immediately open for her. “Archer?” Her heart beats double time, I can feel it pounding against my chest.
I breathe in her breath as it feathers past her lips. “You want to kiss me?”
“Yes.” She holds my head between her hands as her pussy brushes over my dick again and again.
I don’t know why I’m holding back. Nerves. Disbelief that this is happening. Finally, I exhale raggedly and give an almost imperceptible nod.
She stares into my eyes before nodding back, her soft lips curving into a smile before she claims my mouth with hers, tongue seeking, curling, and twisting—straight-up driving me out of my mind.
A shot of lust spikes through me. I’m trying so hard to let her lead. But fuck it. Maybe she could use a little help. My hands slide slowly down her back again, this time firmly grasping her round ass in two fistfuls. I rasp, “You can be rougher. Grind down on this cock, baby. Use me to get off.” I guide her with my hands, rubbing her over my dick. This is like my best wet dream. Only she’s real, and she wants this, too.
A shudder rolls through her. The good kind. And from there, she doesn’t hold back, dragging her pussy over my cock, giving her clit the friction she needs over and over until I think I’m going to go out of my mind.
After another minute, she’s panting hard with every pass of her cunt over my dick, and I know she’s gotta be close. The crotch of her underwear is soaking wet—absolutely drenched—and it feels so fucking good, it’s going to make me come.
I heave out a breath. “Hold on a sec.” My fingers bite into her ass cheeks to stop her.
“What’s wrong?” she pants. Her eyes glaze over with passion, with need. Withwant.
Fuck yes.I shake my head. “Nothing. I want it to last.” I give her ass another squeeze.
She wriggles on top of me. “I need to move.”
I breathe carefully. “Give me thirty seconds. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She needs to be distracted. “Are you wet, Elliot?” I’d bet money if I could see her cheeks, they’d be blushing.
“I—”
I chuckle at her paused answer. “Don’t lie to me, Peaches.”
“Y-yes. I’m really wet.”
I smirk. “I can feel it.”
I don’t know whether the idea of it makes her want me or if she’s embarrassed and trying to hide it by kissing me, but I don’t care much. She licks into my mouth, her tongue so goddamn tempting, I suck on it.
Gasping for air, she begins to move again, this time in earnest. “You jerk, you made me answer when you already knew.”
“I fucking love hearing you say it.” With a determined glint in her eye, I doubt she’s going to let me stop her this time. And, fuck, I won’t. I’m going to come so hard, I might scare her, but I’m not going to stop.
We’re a writhing mess as she moves over me. My fingers press into her plump ass cheeks, and I hold on for dear life.
A minute later, she pants into my ear, “I’m gonna come.” Her movements abruptly slow for a moment, but then her body takes over, and she undulates over me, grinding down hard as her orgasm pulses. It goes on and on until I’m coming too, shooting my load between us.
Several minutes later, our breathing is finally returning to normal, our sweat cooling on our skin.
