Page 58 of Just Joshing
I slowed, waiting for her to come back to me. My cock throbbed, pressing against the fly of the board shorts I wore, reminding me I was still fully dressed.
Time to change that.
I ripped off my shirt, discarding it while Molly watched, her lids at half-mast, her mouth slightly open, lips swollen from our earlier kisses.
"You gonna take this off now?" She reached out a foot, grazing her toes against the waist band of the shorts. "Cause I'm interested to see what you're packing."
I grinned, pulling them down slowly. I watched her eyes widen as I pulled lower and lower, until my cock popped free. Gripping my cock in one hand, I lazily stroking up and down watching her take me in.
"Like what you see?" I asked, thumbing my crown.
"God, yes." She breathed the words, opening her legs a little. "Condom?"
"Fuck." I turned, calling, "stay there. Be right back."
I sprinted through the house, heading for my wallet. I snatched it off the entry table, spinning to run back.
Curves. Breasts. Pussy.
Molly was splayed out on the couch, one hand between her legs, the other draped over her head. She raised an eyebrow, giving her pretty pink pussy a little roll of her fingers. "Find one?"
My answer was pulling the strip from my wallet. I ripped into the foil, quickly rolling it down my cock. She continued to tease me by grazing her clit, little breathless gasps catching every time she pressed a sensitive spot.
Fuck me.
I dropped, immediately covering her with my body. Our mouths danced together, tongues twisting and stroking as we breathed each other in.
"You ready for me, Pecas?" I whispered when her hungry whimpers got too much for me to deny.
"Yes."
I eased myself in. We both groaned in unison at the delicious intrusion. Tight, hot, ready.
"Fuck, querida."
"More," was her demanding reply.
Fuck, this girl.
I pulled back a fraction, looping one arm under her right leg, then the left. I pushed them both up, and to the side, grinning at her wide-eyed expression.
"Okay?" I asked, shifting until my cock pressed to her opening.
"Umm, yes?" She twisted a little, toes wiggling. "Do you have a feet fetish?"
"No." I huffed out a chuckle, "but I've been dreaming of doing this." I pressed a kiss to the freckles on her leg, grinning at the resulting shiver.
"Okay, sure. No further questions," she muttered, eyelids drifting closed, head falling back.
"Ready, Pecas?"
"Yes."
I thrust, both of us gasping at the new angle, tightness, heat.
Beautiful. Perfect.
I settled into a slow glide, gritting my teeth as she gasped, clenching around me.
