“Okay, open your eyes,” I said seductively. He did and his breath hitched. It didn’t take very long before it wasn’t a semi he was sporting anymore.
“Oh baby,” he said huskily. “That shirt has never looked that good on me.”
“I beg to differ but I’m glad that you like it,” I said, feeling very coquettish.
“I love it. Turn around for me.” I did a flirty little strut and pirouette for him. Too bad I didn’t have a pole to work with here. “You’re gorgeous. What do you have on under there?” He began stroking himself while he watched me. Oh my! That was really hot! I realized suddenly that I was just standing there staring. Some stripper I would make!
“Uh, well,” I swallowed. “Let’s find out.” I reached down and started slowly unbuttoning. He started to look dazed. When I got to the last button I let it just hang open in the front so it was still covering my br**sts but he could see that all I was wearing underneath were my tiny black lace panties.
“Come sit on my lap,” he said huskily. I looked at him intently and gave him my best sexy smile. I stalked toward him, and thankfully, did not catch my heel on the rug. I once pitched down a whole flight of stairs that way. Catching my heel. Not stalking toward a hot naked guy. When I reached him I crawled onto his lap, straddling him, but being careful not to crush anything we needed. Don’t ask me how I had learned that lesson!
“Well, hello handsome,” I said teasingly.
“Hello gorgeous.” His breath sounded labored as he slid his hands inside the sides of the shirt and ran them down from my waist over my hips and around to squeeze my bottom.
“Ooh, I like that,” I said as I wiggled around and ground my hips into him.
“I like that,” he said in a husky voice. His hands left my ass and went to my boobs. He cupped them under the shirt and then he urged me up onto my knees, pushed the shirt aside and leaned in to gently bite, lick and suck one nipple. I whimpered with pleasure and buried my fingers in his hair, my hips moving of their own accord. He moved to the other side and a small moan escaped my throat. His tongue felt so hot.
“Mmm, Braden,” I panted. I knew that he would be reaching lower any second and I still had something else to show him, so I pulled back, eased off of his lap, and stood beside the bed again. “This wasn’t the surprise.”
“Oh?” He was looking flushed and breathing hard.
I let the shirt fall to the floor, stepped out of my heels, and moved my hands to the edge of my little black panties, hooking my thumbs under the sides and wiggling my hips flirtatiously. I was starting to feel lightheaded. I eased them down and let them fall to my ankles and then I stepped out of them and threw them aside. I was now completely bare down there. And I do mean completely bare. He was surprised all right! His eyes dropped and he groaned.
“Oh, I really like that!” he bit out and slid down onto his back. “Come here and kneel over me.”
I crawled up to straddle him again, thinking he wanted me to be on top, but he put his hands on my hips and urged me higher. Then he positioned me over his mouth and I started to feel faint. He grabbed my hips and gently lowered me until I felt his tongue penetrate me and I gasped and whimpered at the incredible feeling. He pulled it out, flattened it against me and dragged it slowly up to my clit. From there it just got better. He proceeded to give me the best o**l s*x I had ever experienced in my life. Even with him.
“Oh my God!” I gasped as he did things to me with his tongue that were probably illegal in several States.
“Baby, you taste so good and I love you bare like this. I could eat you all night,” he said as he licked my clit like a lollipop. Three orgasms later I had to stop because I couldn’t support myself anymore and I was afraid of what could happen if my legs gave out. “Senator’s Son Smothered by Snatch.”
“Come on, we’ll try our new position,” he urged as I half collapsed onto the bed.
“I don’t know how much more she can take, Cap’n,” I whispered in a very bad Scottish accent. Stew’s Star Trek shirt had made an impression on me.
“Oh baby, we haven’t even engaged the thrust yet. I’m planning to send you into hyperspace.” He was still lying on his back with his legs about a foot apart and he bent one knee. “Sit facing away from me and straddle my leg so when you take me your clit is rubbing up against it. Okay?”
“Aye Aye,” I responded, and did what he said as he helped me ease down and take him inside me. “Oh!” I moaned quietly, as I felt him fill me completely.
“Squeeze your thighs together, Old McDonald,” he said thickly. I did it and heard his breath catch. “Okay, baby, here we go. Bounce.” He pushed on my bottom and I used my legs to push up and down on his cock. Immediately, the tight fit and the friction blew my mind. This position was incredible! Bouncing was good! So very good! I started bouncing hard and trying desperately to swallow my moans as I came down on him deeply again and again.
“Does this? Feel? Incredible? To you too?!” I gasped as I bounced.
“Fuck yes!” he ground out.
Soon I was bouncing like a low rider on Cinco de Mayo. My gleeful sex sounds were getting louder and our bed was starting to make a lot of noise but I didn’t think that Adam had come back to his room yet. At least if he had, I hadn’t heard him, but then I was kind of distracted at the moment.
Thanks to all that wonderful friction I very soon felt myself slip over the edge and I moaned and whimpered as Braden held my hips still while my inner muscles contracted around him in waves of pleasure. As soon as the last wave passed, he started pushing my hips up again.
“More, baby!” I started bouncing, and once again, within minutes, I was tumbling over the edge but we kept going. Eventually, he started thrusting his hips beneath me, gave a final deep thrust, and with a low groan froze and shuddered as he let go. I sat there panting for a minute and then climbed off of him and cuddled into his arms.
“Braden, you made me come like five times.”
“Six,” he corrected.
“Six,” I acknowledged. “I liked that new position. A lot. I think we should bounce more often. Like daily. A few times.”
“I like your new look too,” he said, gliding a hand over my now bald girl parts. “Not in a perverted ‘I’m into little girls’ way, just in a ‘holy shit that’s hot’ way.”