She whines and wriggles ineffectively as I work her back up. Something I learned in those three days when I was making all kinds of mistakes? We can both come more than once if I stay in her after our orgasms and play with her clit. Thrusting’s too much. It hurts when I’m soft and she gets raw. But if I stay still and flick her bean for a few minutes, she gets tight on me again, I get hard, and we both have a magnificent second round.
It doesn’t stop her from play-fighting me, though. With her wrists pinned, she only has elbows and legs to throw at me. I nip her shoulder when an elbow gets too close to my nose and throw my leg over hers when her heel catches my shin. Her little grunts as she struggles are the cutest thing.
As she starts squeezing my cock again, I growl in her ear. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Mine-mine-mine!”
“Wrong. I’ve caught this pussy. It belongs to me.”
“You don’t own me!”
“Oh, I think I do.” I splay my hand across her softly-curved stomach, keeping up my thumb’s good work, and hook my pinkie in her belly button. Wiggling it makes her collapse into giggles. “I own every bit of you.”
“No-no-no!”
My heart still skips a beat when she tells me no, but I remind myself it’s not her safe word. We’re deep in our play here and she loves denying me, defying me, even while I’m mastering her.
“Yes.” I roll her fully onto her back, sliding my rigid cock free of her, and push her legs up over my shoulders. I press the head of my cock against the tight furl of her ass and growl in delight at her squeal.
“No!”
“Look what I’ve caught,” I growl, leaning over her, pressing her knees to her chest. She pushes and slaps at me without actually trying to get away. I nip at her throat and shoulders as I press forward.
We’re both soaked from our earlier orgasms, but I pay careful attention to how much friction there is as I push through her yielding bands of muscle. I never want to injure her. I’m still so awed and overwhelmed at the trust she shows me when she gives me her ass.
Once I’ve sunk in half-way, I check in with her. “Baby?”
She tosses her head from side to side, still sexily struggling, but stops and looks at me when she hears my tone change.
“Yes? I’z good.”
“That’s my good baby. Too much friction?”
She shakes her head, dark hair frothing. I press down over her and kiss her, lapping at her tongue, the sweet depths of her mouth.
“Such a good baby,” I say when I lift up and slide all the way in. Her body moves with me, accepting me, opening to me as I sink deep. Cynnie throws her head back and gives a soft howl.
I splay my hand behind her knees and hold them in place while returning my thumb to her clit. It’s so stimulated it’s completely out of its hood, poking up stiff between her pussy lips. I pinch it as I pump gently in her ass and grin at her squeal.
“Who owns this soft little ass?” I ask as I pinch and pump.
“Me. Mine. Not yours!” She works up to her adorable little growl.
“Oh, I think it is mine. Feels like mine when I fuck it nice and deep.” I seat myself all the way to the root. She squeezes me wildly.
“Max!”
“So good, my baby.” I give her my weight again, pressing her down, crushing my hand between our bodies, kissing and sucking her sensitive throat, her tender little ears. Her legs jerk over my shoulders, feet wiggling. I release her knees and capture one ankle in my hand, holding her still while I pound her ass.
She arches under me, her legs flexing, pushing me up, her free foot hooks around my neck and her absolute abandon makes me laugh as she howls through her orgasm. I pat her clit to enhance her climax, growling at her wail. She shakes wildly under me. Such beautiful pleasure. Have I ever enjoyed a woman’s orgasm more?
She sags back into our nest as the ecstatic convulsions release her. I could follow her over immediately, but why end this pleasure so soon? I slow my strokes and focus on the sensations, the heated grip around my head and shaft, the amazing tension of her sphincter around my base, the best choke hold. I pump in her lazily, my eyes hooded as I look down at her, impaled on my cock, sprawled across the pillows and blankets in utter abandon, her hair a black silk halo. Her soft hands flutter up and down my torso, tracing the ridges of ribs and abs, pinching my nipples, tugging on the sparse curls of my chest hair, dipping into my belly button.
“Maxie,” she breathes.
“Yes, my baby?”
“All hot in my bottom.”
