Page 110 of Running
Glancing down, I’m hit with a need for us to be naked. Islowly pull my hands off her and bring one up to the clasp of her bra.
“Is it okay if I take this off?” She nods, and I click open the clasp. The bra slips down, and she shakes it away, one arm at a time.
She leans back, still riding me. Her perfect, perky tits make an appearance, and I’m distracted. My hands reach for them, thumbs gently stroking her nipples.
As she starts wiggling from the contact, I glance down where her panties still cover her. “You soaked down there? I bet you are, aren’t you?”
She moans again. “I want more, Johnson. More of you.”
I calculate my options and then, lifting her off me, I pivot us so she’s sitting against the pillows. She whines a little at the loss of pressure on her pussy, so I move quickly, eager to keep her happy.
I fling off my t-shirt with one hand and reach down to her panties with the other.
“Goldie, these need to go.”
Ripping them off, I get to see all of her. Glistening, pink…and mine.
“Fuck, what a sight you are.” I take off my shorts and boxers faster than I ever have. My dick is hard as a rock, and I give it one strong stroke before releasing it.You’re going to have to wait. She comes first.
“I want this, Johnson,” she says as she stares at my dick.
I’m glad she’s as interested in him as he is in her.
“Let’s get you ready.” I kneel down and lift up her hips at an angle, kissing up her thigh until I reach her pussy. Knowing more of what she likes now, I brush my beard against her gently, teasing. And as she wriggles, I find her clit and suck.
She reacts instantly, and beyond the lightning bolt it sends to my own dick, it’s an incredible sensation to have her pleasure in my hands. To know I’m the only one who has done this right for her.
She deserves to be worshiped. And I’m sure as hell happy it’s me that gets to do it.
I keep going, not worried about time, speed, or my own needs.
All of a sudden, the lights flicker, but Grace is oblivious. “I’m going to come,” she announces with a whisper.
I hum in acknowledgment and keep at what I’m doing.
A few more sucks on her clit and her body begins shaking as she goes over the edge.
Feeling her come with my head between her thighs is my own slice of heaven.
As she settles back from her climax, I bring myself to her side, so we’re laying next to each other. She leans into my body and then looks up at me.
“I still want to…”
I lean down and capture her lips, kissing her until we’re both lost to only the feel of our mouths, the connection, the electricity. The promise of where this is headed. My vow to myself to make it perfect for her.
I slowly move my hands to her hips and then, realizing how this probably should begin—at her pace—I pull her on top of my body, straddling me again.
Breaking the kiss, I create space to speak and reach towards where my wallet has fallen out of my shorts. “You decide how fast we go to start. When you’re ready. I’m just going to put on a condom really quick.”
She nods, and I try to pick up on how she’s feeling at the moment. I don’t sense nerves, just anticipation. Excitement.
Okay, good.
Once the condom is on, looking with purpose at my now heavy erection, she lifts her body up higher and begins to sink down.
As soon as my tip slides in her, just over an inch, we both let out an “oh” and look at each other.
For me, it’s because she’s so tight and warm, and I’m fighting the need to come.Shit.
