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"Mmm," I managed to utter, parting my legs in an unspoken invitation.
"In your thoughts, how did it feel when I did this?" His tongue glided down my slit and back up again, capturing my clit between his lips, sucking gently as his hands cupped my ass.
The explicit sensations elicited a primal response. "Oh fuck, fuck," I moaned, unable to contain the intense pleasure.
A dark chuckle escaped him as his fingers parted me, and his tongue delved in. Shudders wracked my body, and I couldn't help but moan in response to the divine torture he expertly inflicted. The ache for him was undeniable, and in the midst of my trembling and gasping, I couldn't hold back the desperate plea, "Need you," I gasped, the words escaping in a breathless whisper.
In response, his tongue expertly lapped at my clit, and I felt a satisfying fullness as he slipped in a finger.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he remarked, drawing his finger out and deliberately sucking it. "And you taste how I remembered, so good."
As he slid his finger back inside me, I squirmed and bucked my hips, teetering on the brink of release, yearning for his cock. Adding another finger, he began a deliberate rhythm, stroking me, while his lips rediscovered my clit.
"Come for me, Alissa. Let go, I want to feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers, and then I'm going to make you come on my cock."
I moaned and shuddered, my plea desperate, "Need your cock, I want you in me."
"Patience,milaya.I want to see you lose control, let go." His fingers delved deeper, entwining and twisting, while he gentlysucked my swollen clit. That was the catalyst; suddenly, my body convulsed, and I unraveled in a moaning crescendo. His expert fingers and lips coaxed out an orgasm that felt endless.
After what seemed like an eternity, I lay there, gasping for breath. My eyes flickered open to find Gregor sitting back on his heels, a satisfied expression on his face. His rigid cock strained, and instead of feeling spent after my explosive orgasm, my clit throbbed in response as he leisurely stroked himself, his gaze fixed on me. The instinct to part my legs in invitation tugged at me, but then a desire took hold—I wanted to ride him, to witness him lose control beneath me.
“Ready for the main course,” he said while rolling on a rubber.
“Maybe this is the entrée?” I responded. After the stress and strain of the past year I was ready to let go of everything, of the anger, the loss, the grief, the worry, the frustration, and just live in the moment. This delicious, never-ending moment knowing my world was complete.
Gregor gave a deep laugh, “I’ll let my little rose choose the menu then. Where do you want me?”
“Lie down,” I said boldly. “I want to ride you.”
“Another of your little daydreams,milaya?” he teased.
Maybe," I responded as I playfully pushed him back toward the pillows. Riding his cock had been a recurring fantasy of mine.
Feeling courageous, I straddled him, bringing the tip of his straining cock to rub against my swollen clit, impatient for him to fill me, but relishing the tease.
He moaned, "Fuck, that feels good already."
Circling my hips, I maintained contact with his cockhead, deliberately not going any further. I wanted to see how long it would take for him to beg for more. Amidst the throbbing of my clit and the coating of his shaft with my wetness, it was uncertain who would last the longest in this delicious torture.
Pausing for a moment, his hips bucked. Smirking, I lifted myself slightly, maintaining contact.
"Fuck," Gregor gasped.
I leaned forward so my breasts fell in his face and his lips captured my nipple, tugging and pulling. Arching my back, I angled myself so his cock was notched against my entrance and moved so the tip slipped in. I gasped in shock, I’d forgotten just how big he was.
Gregor’s breathing was ragged, and I could feel his cock twitch. Both of us were on the edge. I needed him in me, needed that fullness.
Leaning back again I slowly sank down over him, easing his cock in, inch by inch. He trembled and arched under me, a hoarse groan escaping his lips as I tried to fit all of his cock into me. I looked down to see what he saw, and the sight was so erotic—his magnificent cock, drenched in my wetness as it slowly disappeared into my pussy.
“So tight,” he hissed. “So good, my little rose feels so good. Look at you, you’re perfect.”
Any self-consciousness I had about being on show went as I leaned back allowing him a better view.
I bucked experimentally, going slowly at first, already breathless from the feeling of him inside. I gasped and suddenly he was all inside me, my thighs were trembling with the sensation of fullness as I slowly started moving. His hands had settled onto my hips, fingertips digging into my flesh just a little with every move of my body. Once I had gotten accustomed to his size, my movements quickened, rising up and down his shaft, almost pulling off him and then taking him to the hilt.
We thrust together eagerly, impatiently, going faster, while my aching pussy tightened around him more and more. I whimpered and moaned as I felt years of tension build up in my body, stoked further with each roll of his hips under me, each hoarse pant, each soft gasp of my name.
Every thrust felt better than the last, each movement causing my swollen clit to be tugged. I fought to keep my voice down as his hands roamed over my body and settled on my breasts, thumbs sliding back and forth over my nipples as I ground against him.
