Taking control was sexy, but our lips met, and all thoughts of anyone but Stephanie dissipated, though I needed to hear her infectious laugh.
So as the kiss ended, I squeezed her boobs while sucking on her bottom lip and said, “I haven’t seen you bounce your breasts, and I thought we had a deal.”
This time, she chuckled and shook her head at me, but she wiggled her hips so her chest bounced adorably.
I gave her a thumbs-up for the boobie-shaking until she lay down, opened her thighs, and I forgot what I was about to say. I was rock-hard and she was the magnet that pulled me closer.
I traced her thigh to her center, but she reached down and directed me where she preferred to be touched.
I did as she asked and remembered last night’s discovery of what would happen if I pushed her clit up a little.
Her moans indicated she and her pussy were of one mind: they wanted to be pounded.
But I went slow and locked eyes with her as I very slowly moved deeper inside her, filling her.
Her eyes glazed over as she let out soft sighs and squeezed my ass.
I kissed her again because she was the center of my coming storm.
I tickled her one more time, and she laughed, until we picked up the pace. I refused to stop until I knew she was lost in the tornado then found my own release.
Stephanie somehow made my life better, even though I wasn’t sure her feelings for me were completely real, even if I already wanted to keep her...forever.