Page 82 of Center Ice
She squeezes her eyes closed. “This isn’t all of you?”
I let out a low laugh. “No. But you took all of me the other day, so I know you can do it again.” This angle is different, deeper, which is why she feels so full. So I reach my thumbbetween us, gently stroking her clit until she’s rocking her hips, sliding up and then sinking down, taking more of me until eventually she’s fully seated with me inside her. I hold her hips down, filling her completely. “Stay there for a second.”
“What’s wrong, Drew?” she teases. “Is this too much for you?”
“No, but I could easily make it too much for you, and I don’t want to hurt you by going too fast.” My hands caress from her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts as I lean forward and run my tongue over one nipple, then the other. Then I let my hands continue under her armpits and around to her shoulder blades, and then down her back to her ass. I grip each cheek in a hand, and say, “You have the most delectable ass. I can’t wait to fuck you from behind so I can see it spread out before me as I enter you.”
She exhales sharply as her hips start to move of their own accord, and she doesn’t complain when I bottom out. Instead, she holds my shoulders tighter and rides me like it’s what she was built to do. Watching her take the lead and take all of me like this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “That’s right,” I tell her. “Use me. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to talk to me,” she says breathily.
Oh, I can do that.“Do you want me to tell you how all I can think about is spanking this ass?”
“Yes.” The word is a hiss, and I’m not sure if it’s confirmation or an invitation, but I take it as both. I pull my hand back a few inches and give her a playful slap on her ass, and she grunts, then takes me harder and faster, so I do it again, but a little harder. Her grunt is louder this time, and I soothe my hand over the place I slapped while I watch her bouncing up and down on me and noting the thin sheen of sweat covering her skin.
I move my hands to her hips to help her lift and lower herself, then I say, “Or do you want me to talk about how I will never,ever get enough of your tits?” I lean forward and suck one of her nipples into my mouth again, and her groan is so loud I have to pull back and look up at her. “Quiet, princess, or you’ll wake our kid.”
She bites her lower lip into her mouth, so I keep talking. “There is nothing sexier than the way you’re taking me right now, bouncing up and down on my cock, your breasts in my face.” I lean forward and suck the other nipple into my mouth, and she groans again, but is quieter about it this time. “Lean back,” I say, and she does what I ask, resting her hands behind her and leaning back on them. I hold her hips in place so I’m fully seated inside her. “Now move your legs so they’re behind my back.”
She laughs lightly. “I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”
“I’ll wait.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she slides one knee up, and then stretches the leg out so her foot is flat on the bed behind me, and her knee is up around my armpit, and then does the same with her other leg. The angle has me even deeper inside her, and she squeezes me from within, making it impossible for me not to move. A gentle rocking of my own hips, and my hands moving her hips, sets the pace. And then I lean forward to where her breasts are pointing straight up at me from the way her back is arched, and I bury my face between them. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that, right?”
When she doesn’t respond, I look up at her, increasing the pace and watching her face intently. I can tell she’s getting close by the short pants escaping her lips. It only takes another minute or two for her eyes to widen. “You close?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I bring her down on me hard, holding her there. She squirms, wanting to feel me sliding along her inner walls.
“Why are you stopping?”
“Because I want something from you before I make you come.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, as she brings one of her hands from behind her and slides it between us to circle her clit.
“If you think I’m letting you come before you give me what I want, you’re so wrong,” I tell her.
“What is it you want?” She tilts her chin up as she continues touching herself, wearing a look that borders on defiance.
“I want you to dance for me.”
“What?” The word comes out with an incredulous laugh. “Now?”
“No, not now. But when I get back from this road trip, I want to see what you’re learning in this class.”
“I don’t even have a pole to practice on,” she says.
“You will when I get back.”
“And where will that be?” I can tell the thought turns her on by the way her hips start to move. I let her take the lead, giving her what she wants.
“In my bedroom.”
Another laugh bursts out of her. “Drew, what will people think if you have a pole installed in your bedroom?”
“Since there’ll never be anyone in there but you, no one else will have an opinion. Not that it would matter if they did, anyway.”
