I grind myself against her pussy.
She twitches.
Shudders.
She’s sensitive from her first orgasm and I wonder if the feeling of my cum dripping out of her does the same thing to her that it does to me.
She feels so good against me like this, and I know I can make her come again without changing a single fucking thing about what I’m doing.
I slide my thick cock back and forth through the lips of her pussy, slowly at first, the fervency of our kiss matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
When I increase the pace and pressure of my movements, I think I might be able to come again like this, too.
“God, you fuck me up,” I say against her lips. “Every single fucking part of this tight little body.”
She likes when I talk to her. Always has. I don’t know if it’s my words or the sound of my voice or a mixture of the two, but I can always shove her over the edge a little faster when I talk her through it.
“You’re so good at taking anything I want to give you, aren’t you?”
Her body twitches and she squeezes her eyes closed.
I pause my movements and grip her face in my hand, squeezing just enough that she opens her eyes. She makes a needy sound of protest, attempting to buck her hips against me, seeking the friction of my cock against her clit again.
“More?” I ask, and she nods. I grind against her again. “Then I need you to keep your eyes on me, baby. Can you do that?”
She nods again, more intently this time.
“That’s my good girl.”
I begin to move again, with the exact pace and pressure I know will send her careening.
“Come for me, Kruz.” She shakes, releasing a moan into my mouth and I swallow it whole. “That’s it, morte mea. You’re doing such a good job.”
Precum drips from my cock, already painfully hard again, as I grind her over the edge. I don’t stop until she’s scrambling from beneath me, trying to move away because it’s too fucking much for her sensitive little pussy.
The reprieve I give her is short lived. She’s barely caught her breath by the time I’ve taken my clothes off. I’m standing at the end of bed when I grab her by the ankles and pull her to the edge.
Her chest is heaving, even more so when I grip the sides of her—my—shirt in each and and rip it right down the middle.
“Ezra!” Her mouth gapes open. “You do realize we have a limited availability of clothing here with us?”
I smirk down at her, massaging my way up her thighs. “I would be completely fine with you not wearing clothes at all while we’re indoors.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t give her the opportunity. I run my hand up the front of her body and wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing just enough that her eyes glaze over in that way I love.
Just like that, she’s back in the headspace I wish I couldkeepher in at all times; pliant, looking at me like I’m her entire universe.
She’s for sure fucking mine.
“On your stomach, pretty girl.”
I release her and she sucks in a breath, flipping onto her stomach so fucking fast.
If only she’d listen to everything I tell her this well.
I curl my fingers around her hip bones and hinge her body there. She tips her face to the side to look back at me and stretches her arms out above her head like a cat.
My pliant little kitten.
