He looked at me, perplexed as I straddled his hips, took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply.
I went after his jeans and pulled them to his ankles admiring his hardened cock as I pulled my dress over my head.
I rubbed myself with it, over my underwear first, the heat of my excitement pulsing between my legs.
He leaned his head back while I teased myself, his thick, full lips parting, his breathing becoming heavier.
I stood, removed my underwear and asked him to sit on the edge of the couch. When he obliged I turned and sat on him, facing away. I licked my fingers and slid them over the tip of his cock before pushing him into me.
He squeezed my hips as I bounced on him, quickly and forceful at first before slowing down and taking him all the way in and easing my way to the top.
I loved being filled with him. I loved the way he grabbed my hair when I sped up, the sound of his breath leaving his lungs, the sheen of sweat that always appeared on his forehead and the tightening of his cock when he was close to coming…