Captured(62)
“You.”
She shakes her head. “I want to hear it, Derek.” She walks her hands down my chest toward my stomach, angling my cock toward my feet in gradual increments as she finds her balance on top of me. Then she plants her palms on her thighs, lifts up off me in what has to be a precarious and difficult position to hold. “Please? Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Playing for control, huh? I cup her perfect tits, pinching her nipples between the middle and ring fingers of each hand. “What—god, you’re gorgeous—what do I want you to do?”
“Yeah, tell me. So I can do it.”
“I want you to take what you want. How you want it.”
She lets her head hang back on her neck. I’m stretched out so far it aches. Strains. She takes my hands, one at a time, threads her fingers through mine, and we shift her balance onto our joined hands. Reagan tilts her head forward and leans over me, and I’m supporting the weight of her upper torso on my hands. Her tits hang, sway, thick tan nipples hard, begging for my mouth. I lift up, lick her nipples, each in turn, and then fall back onto the mattress.
“I want…this,” she says, and sinks down, burying me deep, deep inside her.
“Fuck, yes.”
And then she’s moving, letting me take all of her weight on our joined hands, and she starts rolling her hips again. She gasps, moans, lifts up, then sinks down. Grinding on me, she rolls my tip through her labia. Seeking what she needs. Her tits bounce and sway with each movement, and I love watching them. Love even more staring between our bodies at my sex-slick cock sliding up into her, watching her * take me in and out, in and out, watch the way the lips of her * flatten and stretch as I drive in, watch the juices drip and coat me, smear me, on her, on us both.
She’s gushing wetness, and f*ck, f*ck, is it hot watching us. She’s watching, too. And loving it just as much.
Reagan finds an angle, tilted forward slightly, lifting her hips to pull me out, then canting her hips forward and sinking down and grinding backward hard to get me deep, using my cock to hit her G-spot. Once she finds the zone, she falls into a rhythm, and I don’t care if my arms are trembling, if my forearms ache and my biceps shake, I’ll hold her like this until I give out. I groan and thrust with her, working my hips up to match the way she angles down to drive my dick against that perfect spot, and she’s shrieking now, “oh, oh, oh, oh, f*ck yes, Derek, godyesohf*ckyes…” shouting, thrusting onto me hard and fast, and our hips crash together, bodies meeting with a slapslapslap and a delicious wet sucking noise and she’s screaming and I’m grunting and bellowing as I feel her * tighten, feel her pistoning motions grow frantic and shuddering. The tempo slows, but now she’s drawing me out slowly and slamming me into her hard.
And then I feel it. Watch it. Her face screws up and her eyes squeeze shut, and I’m taking all of her weight now and thrusting for both of us, f*cking into her as hard as I can, still trying to hit her just right, and she’s trying to move, too, but she’s lost all sense, all rhythm, all capacity to do anything but sob and scream breathlessly.
Reagan collapses onto me, gasping for breath, sucking in shuddering, sobbing breaths, still holding my hands, my cock still buried inside her.
When I think she’s regained her breath, gotten some composure, and I’ve had a chance to push down my own heated near-climax, I squeeze her hands. “Reagan?” She lifts up her head, hair a curtain, eyes wide, pupils dilated, lips parted. “My turn.”
“Oh, god.”
I roll her onto her back, give her all my weight for a brief moment, push into her, feeling her walls spasm around me. A couple slow, gentle thrusts, just until she starts to move with me. And then I pull out entirely. Lean down, kiss her hard, and shove my tongue past her teeth, take hers into mine and taste her beautiful mouth. Break the kiss, shove my hand between the bed and her body to cup her ass, roll her to her stomach. She crawls forward, away from me, toward the head of the bed. I follow her. I grasp her ankles and pull her back toward me. She cranes her head over her neck to watch me, eyes wide, mouth open. Tucks her knees beneath her.
“Yeah, baby, stay just like that.” I caress the globes of her ass. “Look at this ass. Fuck, I love your ass. So round and soft and perfect….” I palm her cheeks, spread her wide, lift the heavy flesh and muscle, let it go with a lush bounce.
She’s watching me as I kneel behind her, playing with her ass, my cock standing tall and achingly hard. Watching me, stilled, waiting, breathing in long sighs.
Anticipating.
REAGAN
I’m totally incapable of moving or breathing. I’m waiting, barely breathing. His rough tender hands massage my buttocks, kneading the muscle, and then his fingers slide into the crack and part me, spreading me open. My heart hammers. I should tell him.
“I’ve never…oh-oooooohgod—” I’m stopped as the fingers of his left hand dip between my legs and find my clit, caress me there with feather-soft touches, his left hand still on my ass, fingers spreading me wide. “Back there…never—never done anything.”
“Jesus, Reagan, don’t f*cking tempt me. I’m just looking at you. I want to see every sexy inch of you.” He licks his lips, flicks his eyes to mine, back to my butt. My breath huffs out, I suck in oxygen, and then lose it again, and even my heart stops as he touches the pad of his middle finger to my puckered, tensed hole. “Never been touched here, huh? Never felt this? Hmmm?”