I smile, loving how he gives himself to me so willingly. I lean down and press my lips against his. “You’ll be good?”
“Yes,” he says with a nod as he brushes his lips against mine. “Just… fuck.” He pumps his hips up, fucking my fist. “Please, Gabi.”
I moan into his mouth, wrapping my fist tighter around his cock. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”
I withdraw my hand from him and lean back slightly. Chris breathes heavily, his eyes fixed on me. My fingers glide down my stomach, trailing lower until they dip down. Chris sucks in a breath when I rub slow circles on my swollen, sensitive clit. A moan tipples out of me as I start to move my hips.
“Gabi,” Chris pleads, his eyes hazing over.
I scoot closer, lift on my knees, and grab his cock, stroking him a few times before placing it at my entrance. Chris’s hands fly to my hips when his tip enters me, and he groans as I sink down, slowly until I’m full.
“Fuck,” he grunts once I’m seated down all the way. “You feel so good.” He pumps his hips up, fucking into me. “You feel better than anything I could ever imagine.”
I lift off him, slamming back down, his cock filling me up with every thrust. “And all those fantasies you had of me?” I ask him.
Chris shakes his head. “They didn’t live up to this,” he says. “Not even fucking close.”
I smile, slamming back down on him. “Good.”
One hand grips my hip, helping me to lift off his cock, while he slides his other hand to my front. He brushes his thumb over my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I moan at the feeling.
I grind against his hand, lifting off his cock. “Chris,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I love hearing you,” he murmurs, his voice coming out as choppy breaths. “I love every noise you make.”
“You make me feel so good,” I say, unable to think about anything but the pleasure rolling through me.
Chris pumps into me, his thumb moving faster, and harder, making the pleasure build inside me. He leans down, swirlinghis tongue around my nipple, before he wraps his mouth around it, and lightly tugs at the bars with his teeth.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
He pulls off my nipples with a pop and groans. “Fuck yes. Fuck yourself on my cock, Gabi.”
“Chris,” I moan, feeling his thumb speed up on my clit. “Don’t stop. Don’t… fuck.” My orgasm crashes through me, spilling onto his cock as my lips part on a moan.
My body grows hot with pleasure as Chris keeps tunneling his cock into me, lifting my hips so he can pump inside.
“God, Gabi,” he grunts, clutching my ass in both of his hands. “Your pussy squeezing my cock is the best fucking feeling in the world.”
My lips part on a silent gasp, unable to speak as Chris fucks me from below. I don’t speak when his hands spread my ass open. And I don’t say a word when his fingers dip between, and the pad of his thumb slowly grazes my tight hole.
He breathes heavily, and our eyes lock together. “Has anyone been here?” he asks, pressing his thumb deeper the slightest bit.
Nerve endings I didn’t know I had light up, and a moan rips from my throat when I shake my head. Chris’s breaths come out harder, his eyes hazing over.
“You want to be my first?” I ask him, pressing my ass against his finger until it slips deeper inside me.
Chris’s eyes flutter closed and he keeps moving his cock inside me, slowly, leisurely. “I want to be your everything.”
My stomach flutters. “You already are,” I tell him. “You always have been.”
His throat bobs as he swallows, and his thumb presses deeper into me. “You want to?”
I nod, moaning as I sink onto his thumb. “I want everything with you.”
Chris groans. “Fuck, Gabi. You’re so fucking tight here.”
I smirk, leaning down to flick my tongue over his lips. “Then stretch me out.”
