Page 89 of Meet Your Match
And my God, was she a sight to behold.
I let my eyes wash over her, taking in the lines of her collarbone, the swells of her breasts, the brown pebbled peaks of her nipples. My eyes continued down the lean line of her abdomen to her lush hips, to her thighs and the way those two parts of her met in an apex and framed her pussy.
I shook my head, pumping myself. “Come here.”
I thought she looked a little shy then, her eyes falling to where she stepped out of her thong that still rested around her feet. She played with her hair as she walked to me, pulling it all over one shoulder until she stood at my knees.
I reached out a hand for her, helping her to straddle me, and then I swept her hair back again so I could view her up close.
“You are sensational,” I whispered, letting my hands rove over her. Chills erupted everywhere my fingertips touched, and I smiled as they did, loving that I had that effect on her.
Her hands slid up and over my chest, my shoulders, until her wrists caught the fabric of my shirt. I released my hands only long enough for her to wrangle me out of the fabric before I had her in my grasp again.
My hands wrapped nearly all the way around her waist as I lifted her up, lining myself up below her. We both inhaled a hot breath when my crown slid between her lips, and she rolled her pelvis against it, coating me, feeling me thick and hard at her entrance.
Her hands found my shoulders, and then I pulled her down, inch by blissful inch, until she was sitting on my cock and shivering at the fullness.
“God, Vince,” she said, nails digging into my shoulders as she lifted and slid back down. “You feel so good.”
“This is all I’ve thought about since that night at the gym,” I told her, groaning as I filled her once more. “You and this magnificent mouth and this perfect pussy.”
She moaned, and then her lips were on me, and she took control. Her movements were slow and savoring, her hips sinking all the way down before she’d lift them again and repeat the motion. Soon, every bit of her was moving with the pace, her back arching, body rolling, head flung back in ecstasy.
“You look so pretty riding my cock,” I praised her, palming her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingertips. She cried out when I did, body erupting in chills again. “So fucking pretty.”
She spread herself even wider at those words, and her movement became erratic, her hips not able to grind as fast as she needed me. I took control then, leaning up to wrap one arm around her while the other hand slid into her hair. I held her to me for a bruising kiss, and then started to pump my hips underneath her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“Fuck,” she cursed, trembling, clawing. “Fuck, Vince, I—”
Her words melted into a symphony of moans, and I helped her ride out her orgasm, eating up every cry she let out with eager kisses. I wanted to capture them all, to keep them forever.
I earned those fucking moans. They were more priceless than any goal I’d ever scored.
When she was satiated, she melted into me, falling completely lax. Her breaths were hard and shallow, her forehead against mine.
“Need a break?” I asked, slowly withdrawing before I flexed deep inside her again.
“Please. I’ve got more stamina than you and your whole team, Tanev.”
I barked out a laugh, flipping her into the couch cushions. She landed with a puff of the down feathers, her hair splaying out under her as she smiled up at me with tired, sated eyes.
“Let’s test that theory,” I said, and then I stood on my knees, hiking one of her legs up onto my shoulder and then the other.
I kissed the inside of each of her ankles, positioning myself at her entrance again before my hands found the arm of the couch above her head. I nearly bent her in half when I did, her knees lining up on either side of her jaw. Her legs stayed fixed on my shoulders, and I grinned in appreciation as I just barely pressed inside her.
“I didn’t know you were so flexible,” I mused, hips thrusting until I entered her another inch.
“You didn’t know I don’t have a gag reflex, either,” she clipped. “Tonight is full of surprises.”
I smiled wider, leaning down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss as I flexed all the way inside. She sucked in a breath when I did, and I held myself there, deep enough to leave a permanent mark as her legs shook around me.
Then, slowly, I found my pace.
My lips claimed hers, cock driving in and out as her ankles balanced on my shoulders. Her fists held tight to the cushion underneath her, grounding her, until I was fucking her so hard she had no choice but to hold onto me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, nails digging into my back as I hissed and drove deeper.
“Grab your ankles,” I groaned when I was close, and when she did, I moaned her name and filled her, pumping out my release as a searing numbness took over me. Maven’s pussy was the kind that hugged you until every drop was spilled, and I rode out that feeling of ecstasy with my toes curling until I was empty.
Slowly, I pulled out of her, but not before I made sure to pump myself completely dry one last time, squeezing out another drop of cum and leaving it there between her legs.
