Slow Burn to Ecstasy

I was still hard, too wound up to stop. Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew what I wanted next. I guided her to straddle me, her knees sinking into the couch. She teased her tight back entrance against me, slick with her arousal, easing down slowly. The sensation was overwhelming – hot, impossibly tight, gripping me as she sank lower. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as she began to move, rising and falling with deliberate control. I thrust upward, meeting her rhythm, my hands cupping her ass to guide her. The friction was electric, every nerve on fire as we moved together.

We shifted so she faced me, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Her breasts swayed with each bounce, full and soft, her nipples hard against my chest. I sucked one into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue, then the other, as she rode me. Her movements grew frantic, her breath ragged, and I could feel her tightening around me.

Finish me off, – she whispered, her voice desperate.

She slid to her knees, her mouth open and eager. I thrust shallowly, letting her take control as I came again, the release explosive, filling her mouth. Some spilled over her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She swirled her tongue, savoring it, then licked her lips slowly, catching every last bit with a satisfied hum.

We sank onto the couch, her body pressed against mine, both of us and slick with sweat. After a shared shower, I dressed and left, already replaying the night in my head. As I descended the stairs, I passed a guy in a blazer, maybe 32, with tired eyes and a gym bag. Was he someone from her life? I couldn’t tell.

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