He watches the whole thing, and as soon as I’ve relaxed again, he pulls his hard cock out of his underwear and motions for me to get on it.
I raise myself up and scoot forward enough to align ourselves. He holds his cock in place and helps me line up as I lower myself on him, taking the substance of him inside me.
I’m wetter than yesterday, and it’s more comfortable. It takes only a little wriggling for me to settle around the penetration.
I’ve never been a big fan of being on top. In all truth, I’ve never wanted the responsibility. But he clearly likes the looks of me right now. His eyes never glance away.
A thrill of excitement runs through me that I never would have expected. It’s centered in my chest rather than my pussy, but my pussy is doing just fine right now, clinging to the thick substance of his cock.
But I’m still stuck here, my legs splayed on either side of his hips and naked to the motionless air of the room. This man is still mostly a stranger, and I have no idea what he wants me to do right now.
Asking for instructions isn’t the way to show myself as a sexy, confident woman who is worth all the trouble he’s gone to for me. But it would sure help. I’m in decent shape. I started yoga classes in high school and was regular at sessions all through college and the part of the year I had in grad school before the world collapsed. And even after Impact, I improvised yoga routines on my own to help me stretch and relax.
If he wants any particular position or move, I can probably manage it, but I don’t have enough experience in being on top to come up with ideas on my own.
I lean forward slightly, and my hair slides to hang over my chest.
Levi reaches over to gather it all in his big hand so he can see my breasts again.
“What do you like?” I ask, finally coming up with something semi-okay to say.
“Whatever you do, girl, is gonna be hot as hell to me.” He shifts again, this time pumping his hips up into me just slightly.
It’s a nice sentiment. Who would deny that? But it frustrates me anyway because I was hoping for some specific direction here.
But the small pump is a clue at least. I test out a basic up-and-down motion, pleased when he huffs and bucks up against me in response.
Fine. Stick to basics. That will make it easier.
Feeling kind of silly, I start to ride him in a no-frills way, using my thighs to lift and lower myself on his cock.
“Fuck,” he mutters, letting go of my hair and reaching over to hold on to my hips as I move. “That’s right.”
Excited that he approves of my unpracticed attempt at being astride, I keep going, speeding up and then deciding it’s too rapid and slowing down again.
He’s breathing fast and loud now, his fingers clenched in the soft flesh on either side of my bottom. He jerks his head to the side. “Shit, girl, you’re killin’ me here. You gotta keep it steady.”
It’s ridiculous, irrational, since I was hoping for instructions earlier, but my first response is defensiveness. He was the one who wanted me on top after all. I’m doing my best here.
Flushing even hotter than I was before, I shift into a medium speed and hold it as I keep riding him. Almost immediately he starts pumping his hips, matching my rhythm.
He lets out a thick breath and turns his head back to stare at me, his eyes moving between my face and my jiggling breasts. “That’s it. That’s better. Now you got it. Just like that.”
I’m still a little pissed but also embarrassingly excited by the words. We move together, and I can definitely feel the effects of the friction in my pussy. My body is liking it. I’m too distracted to come, but I’m wetter now. I can hear the suction as we move.
Levi starts grunting, a rough, soft sound every time he pushes up. The muscles of his jaw and abdomen are working visibly. He’s totally focused on what we’re doing. Onme. “Faster now,” he huffs after a few minutes. “You’re doin’ real good.”
I’ve started sweating, although it’s not particularly warm in the room. I’m panting as loudly as Levi is, but it’s not from the physical exertion. I ride him faster, levering my hips up and then down in a repeated move that slides his cock inside me. I don’t have any idea what to do with my hands, so I’ve got them flattened on my thighs.
“Fuck. That’s good. Just like that. Look at you go.”
Heislooking at me. At this moment, he’s specifically staring at how my breasts are bouncing from the motion.
I hesitate to admit it, but I’m proud of that too. I’m filled with that same inexplicable pleasure and excitement. Levi is really going at it now too, fucking me from below. The bed has been shaking from the beginning, but now the headboard is knocking softly against the wall. Good thing no one is beside us on that side.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he says after a few more minutes. “You think you can come?”
“No. I’m fine.” I’m shocked by how hoarse and breathless my voice sounds. “You come whenever you’re ready.”