Page 28 of Best Year Ever
Three points of contact.It’s a saying in football about handling the ball. Guess it’s working for right now too.
After a couple of minutes of writhing under my attention, Rori seemingly hits pause.
“Landon, wait, wait.”
As I lift my head off her nipple, I ask, “What is it, do you want me to stop?”
Putting her hands on my shoulders, she shakes her head. “No, definitely not, but I want you to come with me. Come inside me, Landon. I want to feel you deep,” Rori says with little breath to spare.
Normally, I’m fine ignoring my needs while my partner gets off, but the thought of being inside Rori ignites a driving want of my own.
Without wasting a moment, I stand up and shed my clothes.
Watching me intently while my shirt and pants come off, Rori sits up straighter again. As my boxers come off next, I instinctively grab my dick and give it a couple of squeezes.
Rori gets a knowing look in her eye, like an idea has struck. She stands up herself, her dress still half on. “Sit down, like I was,” she tells me, pointing to the chair.
Intrigued by what she might have in mind, I grab the cluster of condoms I had stuffed in my pants pocket earlier in the evening and put them on the side table next to the chair.
Sitting down on the lounge chair, I lean back, completely naked. It’s made from a comfortable fabric, thank god. On a luxury penthouse deck, you’d hope as much.
Rori continues to look at me but also takes care of her own clothing. She slides the zipper all the way down, which loosens the dress enough that she can shimmy it right off.
As the dress hits the ground, I see as I expect, that Rori’s wearing a tiny thong. Black lace, delicate against her skin.
I lie back and appreciate the sight—all of Rori’s golden skin, and her strong, athletic body combined with curves in all the right places. Most of her curls have come loose, and they frame her face as she looks up. The backdrop behind her, simply the night sky.
Sexy, gorgeous Rori, almost naked, with the whole world opened up behind her.
I take a photo in my mind because this might be the most striking visual I’ll ever be lucky enough to see.
Rori isn’t done. With a smirk, she moves her hands to the sides of her panties. I once again grab my dick without thinking and stroke it.
“Gorgeous girl,” I say to her.
Her smile widens, and she pushes the panties down to the floor of the balcony. Without missing a beat, she steps over to the chair and straddles me, my dick bobbing in front of her. “My turn,” she says.
Her mouth lands on mine, and we kiss for a few minutes as she shifts her wet center over my cock. Moving her hips, she rubs us against each other. Same as earlier, now skin over skin.
The feel of her wet pussy has me ready to burst. But just when I think I’m a goner this round, she backs off and starts kissing her way down my body.
As Rori makes a path across my chest with her lips, I moan and try to find friction for my aching dick, but she has other ideas. She starts moving down lower on my body, and I realize she plans to take me in her mouth.
I put my hand on her shoulder to hit pause. “I thought youwanted us to come together, Rori. I’m not going to last if you do that.”
“I want to taste you though,” she protests.
“Yes, later,” I agree. “But for now, come up here so I can take care of you too.”
She accepts that plan and starts to move back up to straddle me. In the meantime, I waste no time grabbing a condom and opening the package.
“Let me put it on,” Rori says with a smidge of glee.I’m glad she is enthusiastic about this plan, I think with a laugh inside.
Within about ten seconds, she’s rolled the condom onto my dick, the pressure from her hands sending another shooting wave of pleasure down my spine.
I need to get myself in check if there’s any hope of my lasting with her.
Just to torture me more, Rori takes control of our next move. Lifting her body up a bit, she positions herself over me and starts to sink down. I feel her snug heat start squeezing the tip of my dick and I growl.
