I’d never been on top of him, nor had he ever given me this much control.
But in this position, he felt even larger, enough so that I felt myself open wider, having to push past the lingering orgasm still consuming me to find my own beat.
“Show me what your cunt can do.”
As I lowered, his thumb returned.
Swiping, brushing.
The pressure had been there before I even heard his command.
His eyes only added to that feeling, the way they dipped down me, the way they inhaled me. His other hand moved back and forth between my n*****s. The lace of my bra did very little to hide them, and it was like nothing was covering them at all by the way he was pulling them.
Each flick, I inhaled.
Each pinch, I exhaled.
Each inch that filled me, I tightened around him, squeezing again as I rose.
“Yes
