“Fuck me, it wasgood,” Bianca breathed, wriggling further up the bed to capture my mouth with her own. The pleasure I’d been fighting against returned full force, and I delved my tongue into her. God, I wanted her.
“Have you got a condom?” I asked her between kisses, heart sinking when she shook her head.
“No, but don’t worry about it.”
“Bianca,” I chastised.
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control and I trust you not to give me anything nasty.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. What aboutyougivingmesomething?”
“I got tested a few months ago. I haven’t been with anyone since.” She paused. “Besides, this is hardly a one night stand, is it?”
At that I faltered and sat up, looking down at her. “It isn’t?”
“After what you just did with those magic fingers? I might have to marry you now.” Bianca smiled.
I laughed and allowed her to pull me down into a passionate kiss. I wasn’t sure about marriage, but I had to admit I was enjoying myself far more than I’d thought I would, and I came into this with some pretty high expectations.
As our kiss grew steadily more passionate once again, I started to unravel. My cock was so hard it was throbbing, and I was aching for Bianca, for anything. I let her roll me over, tongues entwined. She clambered up on top of me, straddling my hips with my cock slipping up and down the cleft of her behind. Bianca took her weight in her arms as she pushed away from me, and I greedily took in her gorgeous, little body. Logically, I had known Bianca was fit, but the reality of it turned me on more than I’d ever expected. I was the one who arranged her sessions with the personal trainer, I knew how hard she worked to look like she did, and I loved it. I was no stranger to putting in hard graft at the gym and it was exciting to be with someone who was not only young and beautiful, but also at the peak of her fitness.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, smiling down at me.
“How fucking sexy you are,” I replied honestly, grabbing her waist.
“Hm, charmer,” she teased. Bianca glanced over her shoulder, and I startled as she grasped my cock firmly before easing it into her pussy. She was still so wet, there was little resistance, and I groaned as she sat her weight down into her bottom, taking me as deeply as she could.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I gasped, my grip tightening on her hips.
Bianca leant in over me with a sultry smile. “Do I? Am I wet?” She lifted her hips a fraction before sinking back down on me. “And hot?” Another slow thrust. “And tight?” And another.
I gritted my teeth. I wanted to grab her and pin her to my body whilst I pounded up into her, but I held back. With my chest heaving, I lay obediently beneath Bianca as she fucked me, so slow and deep I thought I was going to lose my mind.
Bianca ghosted her lips over mine, evading me as I attempted to capture them in a kiss. Instead, she brushed her fingertips over my jaw to my chin before gently easing them into my mouth. I felt so vulnerable as she pushed down against my tongue, my cock jerked inside her. My mind immediately returned to her spitting that pool water into my face and I groaned. It appeared Bianca Rossi had uncovered a streak of submission that even I hadn’t known was there.
“Does my pussy feel good?” she asked, rocking back and forth a little faster. With her fingers stuffed in my mouth, I couldn’t reply with words, so instead released a muffled moan. “Am I going to make you come?”
Fuck, she definitely would if she continued this way. I nodded and my thighs shook as Bianca fucked me faster still. I knew it wasn’t going to last much longer, but I endeavoured to hold myself back, keen not to bust too quickly and embarrass myself. I could almost hear Bianca teasing me about old men and theirstamina already. My brows furrowed and I took a deep breath in through my nose, just as another pleasured groan escaped me.
Bianca grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. She pulled her fingers from my mouth, circling her apex with determination as she bounced up and down on my cock. I felt her internal muscles gripping me as she angled her hips just right.
“Greedy,” I gasped breathlessly. Bianca didn’t argue, just folded forward and kissed me.
“Don’t come yet,” she whispered, nibbling my lower lip gently. It was no good, I needed to change things up if I stood any chance of holding back long enough to wring another climax out of Bianca. I sat up beneath her, shifting her weight up into my arms.
“What’re you—”
I slipped my cock out of her, the cool air on wet flesh helping to temper my arousal a little, and I dropped her down on the bed. I rolled her over onto her belly, and as if reading my mind, Bianca lifted her hips a little. Her pussy looked delicious, glistening in the dim light with her fingers still stroking her clit, and I was helpless but to slide back inside her. We both moaned in unison. I took my weight on my arms and Bianca spread her legs a little to make room for me between them.
With me finally in control of the pace, I gave in to what I had been fantasising about since we’d jumped out of that pool. I pounded into her hard, skin slapping against skin and her pert behind jiggling with each thrust.
Bianca buried her face in the bed, muffling a desperate cry, and pushed back against me eagerly. I really hoped that meant she was going to come soon. My resolve was in tatters.
“Yes, yes,yes!”Bianca moaned, her voice ragged. “God! I’m going to fucking come again!”
“Ugh, yes, come on,” I growled, slamming into her. “Fucking give it to me.”
Apparently, that was enough to push Bianca over the edge. She froze, body trembling beneath me. I felt her pussy tightening and releasing as she came, her walls milking pleasure from my cock.
