Page 61 of Cash

NINETEEN - Kimberly

Each of mysix senses were dancing excitedly.

I expected if the time came that we decided to engage in sex, that I’d be enamored by Cash’s muscles, chiseled physique, and interesting tattoos.

I was dead wrong.

Despite his breathtaking body, and the presence of muscles I had no idea he possessed, none of those things seemed to matter.

My eyes were feasting on his angular jaw, steel-blue eyes, and what little scruff had grown along the edge of his cheeks.

With faultless timing, his hips worked back and forth, filling me completely with each full stroke of his perfectly-sized dick.

His girth stretched me so wide I feared I’d be torn in two, but it wasn’t so painful I wanted him to stop. His length was such that each stroke reminded me of my physical limitations, but I didn’t wish he had any less dick to give me.

My sense of touch was slightly overwhelmed, but satisfied completely, nonetheless.

The absence of sexual banter left the sound of our breathing, the sex, and my noisy bed frame to fulfill my sense of hearing.

My nostrils flared as I inhaled the sweet aroma of our sex. Combined with his unique musky scent and the smell of my own perfume, the unique mixture drove me wild with passion.

Although I could still taste him on my tongue, I wanted more. I gripped his shoulders in my hands and raised my face to his neck. Upon tasting the salt of his sweat against the tip of my tongue, I eagerly pressed my mouth against his shoulder and cinched his flesh between my teeth.

In a sensual coma of sorts, I was incapable of doing anything but attempt to satisfy him with each gyration of my hips. In unison with his movements, I ground myself against him, hoping I could somehow give the same level of satisfaction he was providing me.

“You’ve got to stop that.” He twisted his neck to the side, pulling away from me. “You’re driving me nuts.”

“We’re even,” I breathed.

“Second time I heard that tonight,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

He pushed himself into me fully, paused, and then gazed into my eyes. “Does that feel good?”

“I love it,” I cooed.

“Your pussy is ridiculous.”

The look on my face must have caused him to rethink his statement. Before I could ask for clarification, he gave one.

“Good ridiculous, not bad ridiculous.” He withdrew his entire length and then shifted his eyes between my legs. “You’ve got a pretty little pussy, but it feels even better than it looks.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “I’m glad you like it.”

Slowly, he slid his length inside me until the tip met the soft tissue of cervix. I drew a choppy breath and closed my eyes. “Jesus. That feels good.”

He let out a sigh. “Tell me about it.”

Lying flat on my back, I raised myself onto my elbows and peered toward the action. His chiseled torso was pressed tight to mine, preventing me from seeing anything but the eight-pack of abs that he’d undoubtedly spent a lifetime developing.

“Can you raise up a little bit so I can watch?” I asked.

He arched his back, lifting his torso in the process. As he raised his cute little ass in the air, I watched his shaft pull free, exposing one glistening inch after the other. When the tip slipped past my pussy lips, I unconsciously drew a shallow breath.

“Do it,” I whispered.