Page 7 of Risky Match
I squeeze her breasts. “That’s an understatement. Who knew these were hiding under those tight sports bras you wear for tennis? I wish you were the one changing on the court. I’d be watching every single match you play.”
Leaning forward, I take one of her already hard nipples into my mouth. She’s rocking against my hardening cock and running her hands through my hair as I move my mouth to her other breast.
Rolling her to my right, I lay her back against the sofa, peeling off her trousers.
“You’re beautiful.”
“There’s a problem . . . I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”
“Shit. Hold on.”
I grab my wallet from my back pocket, hoping like hell that there’s one hiding in it.
I pull out two foil wrappers, holding them up and grinning like they’re winning lottery tickets.
“Get over here,” she says. Taking the condom from my hand, she reaches for my shorts.
“Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding,” she says seductively, reaching for my zipper.
I can’t stop gazing at this perfect woman as I help her strip off my shorts and boxer briefs in record time.
“Oh my god!” she exclaims.
“What?” I ask in confusion
“Umm. It’s . . . It’s so . . . big. It’s been a long time for me. And even then . . . ”
Feeling confident, I say, “Ohhh. Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow.”
She smiles and nods as I lean over her, parting her legs with my knee. She’s glistening and ready for me.
“Love, are you this wet for me?”
I barely insert my finger when she pumps her hips, needing more. I hold her still, then add a second one, and then a third, making sure she’ll be able to accommodate my size.
“Yes. It’s all for you. Quit teasing me. Please,” she moans.
“Princess, I just want this to last,” I say, pressing my mouth against hers as I remove my fingers and tease her entrance with my cock.
As our tongues tangle, I do my best to ease into her tight wetness as slowly as possible. It takes every trick in the book to keep me from losing it quickly. I’ve never felt this level of need and desire for any woman before.
Watching her face closely for any sign of discomfort, I slowly push deeper into her.
“Mmm, that’s soooo good,” she whispers between panting breaths.
That’s my signal to press fully in. I hold still, giving her time to adjust, but she begins moving her hips begging for more. I’m happy to give her everything she wants.
Slipping my hands under her, I lift her slightly as we move together.
“Yes, yes, that’s the spot. Don’t stop!” she screams.
Keeping our rhythm, I pump in and out of her tightness. She feels so good, it’s taking every last bit of my restraint to hold off my own pleasure. Needing her to let go first, I move my lips to her breast, letting my teeth graze her nipple as my hand reaches between us.
Circling her clit, I command, “Come for me, now.”
“Ohhh! Yesss!” She arches, letting go, pulsing hard against my cock.
With that, I’m no longer able to hold on as my orgasm releases with an intensity that’s beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
