Page 12 of Crash
“Stop,” I demand. “Letmebring you to your climax.”
She softens her muscles and plays with my hair, her nails tenderly trailing along as she grabs on, bracing for the enjoyment.
“Mmm,” she mutters.
I lick deeper and flutter my tongue at a rapid pace. I suckle at her nub, circling my tongue before diving back in.
“Austin,” she moans.
My name from her mouth is the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a while. I replace my tongue with my fingers and find her nipples with my mouth once again. I tease them before working my way back to her lips, using my fingers to continue stroking her pussy.
Her hands make their way to my dick and slowly stroke it. The softness of her cool hands around my throbbing member is satisfying. She maneuvers with care to not harm with friction but makes sure to squeeze at the right moment, sending a tingle down my spine.
After a few moments of hand exploration, I open my side drawer, remove the protection, and take a few seconds to slide it on.
Suddenly, she catches me at an angle and flips me onto my back.
“Whoa. What are you doing?” I say with a giggle.
She doesn’t reply with words. Instead, she slides her pussy down my dick, adjusting for size, and then back up again. She finds her rhythm, her motion increasing. Taking my hands, she places them firmly on her breasts, urging me to squeeze them.
I sit up as she continues to ride me like a thoroughbred jockey and suckle at her nipples, which spurs her intensity even more. I’d be lying if I said her actions and take-charge attitude isn’t the sexiest shit ever. Trying to think of things to distract myself so the sensation will pass proves to be fruitless when she places her legs over my shoulders and continues to ride…hard. I know she’s flexible, being a dancer and all, but damn!
Our gazes are locked on to each other while we counterthrust the motions. Her back meets the mattress, giving me the upper hand. I get up on my knees, keeping her legs in position and drive into her with force. Her nails dig deep into my thighs with each push.
“Fuck, Austin,” she swears, and her grip tightens.
Her moans are more audible as her orgasm peaks. She rubs on her clit to intensify the sensation and erupts with force. Sweat lines her neck, shimmering under the glow of the moonlight peering through my window. I continue to drive into her faster and spill my own seed. Lowering her legs to the side, I collapse behind her, our bodies still attached. I wrap my arm around her neck, I pull her closer to me and turn her face to where our gazes meet once again. I kiss her, softly at first, then with intensity and fervor. She’s fast consuming the wall I hide behind when it comes to relationships. Or maybe she’s been the one I’ve been looking for this whole time. Either way, she does it for me.
“Austin,” she faintly says.
“Yes, Tessa.”
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“You.”
