Page 50 of All the Right Moves
She looks up at me, and I decide to tease her a little bit more. Never breaking eye contact, I pull my fingers up to my mouth and lick the tangy juice off of them.
She keeps her eyes on me too, and her gaze grows more intense. Feeling bold, I take what’s left on my finger and bring it to her lips. Still looking at me, she sucks the tip of her into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Jesus. This woman is going to make me blow without even touching my dick.
Immediately, my thoughts drift to imagining her mouth mimicking those actions on my cock, and my member starts throbbing for attention.
As much as I’d love to have her suck me right now, I’d rather bury myself in her pussy. Quickly, I stand up and undress.
As if to tease me, she lets her knees fall open, giving me a perfect view of the sweet spot between them. To add to the already spectacular view, she takes her fingers and begins to tease herself.
I grab the base of my cock and squeeze, urging it to calm down. I move between her legs and line the head up with her entrance.
Slowly, I push inside, her pussy squeezing me the whole time—like a glove molded especially for me. I swear it feels like her body is made for mine.
As I move inside her, her large tits start bouncing, and I can’t stop staring. She starts pinching her nipples, and I’m immediately jealous.
“Hey, Sunshine, that’s my job.”
Using one of my hands, I take both of her arms and hold them above her head while my mouth takes over where her fingers left off.
Her back arches, pushing herself further into me. She moans and cries out my name, spurring me on even further.
I’m under no delusions that this will be a marathon session since I can feel myself edging closer to release.
But I’m not about to get off before she does. Fuck that. I refuse to leave my woman unsatisfied.
Getting up, I pull myself out of her, leaving my cock throbbing in protest. But I try to ignore it as I move my face down her body, kissing along the way before settling between her thighs.
I waste no time in licking every inch of her, focusing extra attention on the spots that make her legs start to shake.
I love everything about eating Jenna’s pussy. The way she tastes. The way she grinds against my face. The way her fingers grip my hair.
All of it drives me wild.
Speaking of driving someone wild, Jenna’s moans are getting louder, and I know she’s getting close. I take two fingers and slip them inside, curling them to rub her g-spot while I continue to eat her out.
“Oh, God!” She moans. “How the fuck do you do that?”
It’s mere seconds before the walls of her pussy are clamping down around my fingers. Her back arches while her thighs grip my head. She screams as she comes all over me.
She’s barely come down off her orgasm before she tugs on my hair and moans, “Fuck me.”
That’s all I need to hear, so I slide my cock back in and get to work. She holds me close as I fuck her hard and deep, and it’s not long before I’m finishing inside her.
After we’re done, I lie there just kissing her, for I don’t even know how long. I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of this feeling—the girl I used to be crazy about is now in my arms. I get to kiss her any time I want.
“What are you thinking about?” Jenna whispers against my mouth.
“About how lucky I am to be here with you. I never imagined I’d be here with my high school crush,” I say, kissing her on the forehead.
“Me either,” she replies, cuddling against me.
But for her, I’m sure it’s different. I’m thrilled to be here with her. It’s been the best surprise I could’ve asked for. But Jenna is here because of a series of unfortunate circumstances. If she didn’t break her leg, Jenna would still be at school with her asshole boyfriend, working her way toward a fulfilling volleyball career. Instead, she’s here with little ol’ me, and I can’t help but wonder if that will truly be enough for her. Or will this just be another rung on the ladder of Jenna’s larger-than-life plans?
She apparently notices my sudden change in demeanor and looks up at me. As if able to read my mind, she says, “You know I’m happy I’m here with you too, right?”
“Yeah,” I reply, trying to put forth some false confidence.