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I pull on his hair, hard enough that it tells him to getup. Even if it’s unfair and he hasn’t gotten his full time, Adrian doesn’t resist. Eyes half-lidded he rises, moaning as I immediately go back to his cock, stroking him up and down.
“Feels…too good. I—shit, I’m—” A vein pulses at his temple, his whole body coiled and trembling. His hips jerk, and a low sound slips from his throat. He’s losing it, right in front of me.
“No,” grunts Adrian, echoing what I thought earlier. He pulls my fingers off his cock and turns me around. So, this is what we’re doing, is it? Going back and forth. It’s torture. I can’t get enough.
It’s his turn now.
Adrian puts a hand on the middle of my lower back, and I bend over. Quickly, he’s down there again, devouring me from behind.
“Please.” My body shakes, full-on trembling. I’m a ballerina, yet my limbs are useless, barely holding me up.
“I’ve got you, darling,” he breathes, sounding like he’s also barely holding on. “Fuck, I’vegotyou.”
It’s building too fast. Every nerve feels on fire. My hips won’t stay still. I’m grinding against his face, and the tension coiling deep inside me is on the verge of snapping. I can feel it—right there, rightthere—and somehow I wrench myself away. Because no, I haven’t done it yet. I haven’t made him come undone.
Turning around, I try and go down to suck his cock. He won’t have it. Probably because he thinks the floor is too hard and unforgiving for me.
He moves us to the couch.
I push at his chest until he drops onto the seat. Moonlight spills through the window, carving silver lines across his bare skin.
“God—” Adrian pants. His hair is a mess, and it gets worse with his hands pulling at it.
I sink down on the carpet and lean forward on all fours, licking the pre-come spilling from him. Electricity shoots down my spine. I’m drenched tasting his salt.
Adrian whimpers, and his hands come down and flex in my hair. There’s no pressure to take him deeper or stay there. Still, he begs. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know. I—can’t think.”
My mouth curves as I alternate between slow and fast pulls up and down his cock. Every muscle in his body is strained. He’s exhaling heavily through his nose, blue eyes pinned to and hypnotized at where we meet, where I’m sucking him.
I can tell he’s getting close. His hips lift, involuntarily with a kind of raw instinct that he can’t fight anymore. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby, I have to make you stop. Just—don’t?—”
I hear the truth in voice, enough that it stills my mouth. “Do you really not want to come?”
The color in his cheeks spreads. “Iabsolutelyfucking want to come.”
“So why?” I ask.
“I want…us…together…”
He can barely finish the sentence, but I get it. Completely.
“Let’s sixty-nine.”
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ADRIAN
“I can’t believe this works,”Sonya says after she slides into position.
I’m propped against the headboard of her bed. The one she brought down from the wall. We’re on it, and I’m lifting her ass up, so it reaches my face. So I can part her thighs and bury my mouth against the delicious folds of her wet pussy.
She’s bent downwards in the other direction and tracing the curve of my cock with her tongue.
Our height difference doesn’t stand a fucking chance when she’s a ballerina, and when I can hold her up like this.
