James froze above me, his cock glistening with lotion. His eyes darted between my breasts (still pushed together) and my mouth like he didn’t know what to do with himself. I had him trembling, strung out on the edge, and the power of that made my pussy ache even harder.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” I teased, my hands still pressed against his hips to keep him steady.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
I shifted out from under him, sliding upright on the couch, my breasts still shining from lotion and pre-cum. My shorts were still tangled around one thigh, panties soaked around one ankle from my earlier teasing. I sat back, legs wide, and patted the cushion beside me. “Lie down.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Here?”
“Here,” I repeated firmly. “Head at this end. Trust me.”
He obeyed with only a little hesitation, lowering himself onto the couch. The cushion crumpled beneath him, his cock jutting upward toward his stomach, twitching in anticipation, his chest rising and falling as he watched me move toward him, my huge tits naked and shining.
I swung a leg over him and straddled his stomach, my wetness pressing against his skin. He let out a groan.
“You interrupted me earlier,” I reminded him, leaning down until my breasts brushed his chest, squashing against him and bulging. I wondered if he could feel how hard my nipples were. “So you’re going to make it up to me.”
His lips parted. “H-how?”
I ground my pussy against his stomach slowly, my wet patch spreading over his skin. “With your mouth.”
His eyes went wide. “Oh…fuck.”
Before he could overthink it, I shifted higher, lowering myself onto his face, my pussy open and dripping, my body shivering as I made contact with his outstretched tongue. For a second he froze like that, overwhelmed, and then his hands came up to grip my thighs. His tongue started to move, tentative at first, then with more pressure as he tasted me properly. I clutched the back of the couch for balance, moaning into the crook of my elbow.
“Fuuuuuck,” I hissed. “God, James…”
He responded with a muffled groan against my pussy, the vibration shooting through me. His tongue circled clumsily but earnestly, pressing and flicking, tracing my soft lips, and when he settled his mouth against my clit and sucked gently I had to bite down on my knuckle to keep from crying out. I wasn’t supposed to cum here. I wasn’t supposed to use him like this. But my hips wouldn’t listen. I rocked down harder on his face, grinding shamelessly against his mouth.
Fuck it. It was too much.
I slid down his body, his hands moving from my hips to my ass. His face was wet with my pussy, his eyes glassy and stunned.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Sarah!” His voice cracked, half warning, half plea, as I reached back, wrapping my hand around his cock and sinking down, my pussy swallowed the length of him in one needy, soaking plunge. I gasped, hands clutching his chest, head falling back, offering my breasts to him.
“Sarah…I…this is…God, you’re so tight, I can’t…”
“Shut up,” I hissed, grinding down harder. “Don’t talk, just…*fuck*…just let me fuck you.”
I lifted up and dropped again, harder this time. Deeper. Faster. My tits bounced heavy on my chest with every movement, nipples aching for his mouth. He stared at them with that desperate, geeky hunger, his face red.
“You like this?” I teased, voice shaking from the effort. “Me using you like this? My wet pussy all over your cock?”
“Yes,” he groaned, his hips jerking up involuntarily to meet mine. The sudden depth made me cry out, too loud, clapping a hand over my mouth before the neighbors could hear. “Oh fuck, yes.”
That was it. I lost it. My body started riding him in frantic, messy movements, chasing the orgasm that had been tormenting me since before he walked in. Every thrust hit deep, every drag of his cock against my walls making me clench harder.
The couch creaked beneath us, damp with sweat and slick. My thighs slapped against his hips, my nails raking his chest through his hoodie. I was loud now, too loud, muffled moans spilling out against my palm, and I didn’t care.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, leaning forward, breasts swinging against his chest. “I’m so close, James, oh God, I’m–”
“Me too,” he groaned, gripping my ass now, thrusting up into me wildly. “I can’t…Sarah, I can’t hold it…”
“Don’t,” I begged. “Cum…inside me.”
He cried out, hips jerking as his cock pulsed deep inside me. The heat flooded me in sharp bursts and I followed instantly, my pussy clenching around him as my tits bounced on my chest, still glistening, my legs as wide as I could make them while he filled my pussy with hot cum, milking him over every last drop as I rode him
Thirty seconds later and we were clinging to each other, both of us gasping, both of us a sweaty, soaked mess on the couch. When I finally lifted my head, my hair was damp.
“Holy shit,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I said, still grinding lazily against him even though we were both wrecked. “Holy shit.”
The TV still looped its little Zelda tune in the background.
“Was that okay?” he asked.
“God, James…you have no idea.” I lifted myself off him, his cum and my wetness sliding down the shaft of his cock and dripping into the wet patch of the couch. “In fact…you’d better get used to it…”