Jamie James
Passionate Partners
Big Toys No Boys #07
She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. Slow at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that said more than words ever could. The satin slid off her shoulders, catching light on every curve she chose to reveal. Naked now, the flash of jewelry at her throat made her look both expensive and willing. She climbed over him, knees planted on either side of his hips, and sank down without hesitation. Heat, slick and tight, pulled him in all the way to the base. She rode him with a lazy confidence, rocking deep, then shallow, then grinding in a slow figure eight until his breath broke. Her breasts swayed with each movement. He watched them until he couldn't stand it, reaching up to cup them, thumbing her nipples until they tightened. She leaned in, mouth brushing his ear. 'Harder,' she whispered. He thrust up to meet her. The bed creaked under the force. Sweat slicked their skin. She didn't stop. Didn't slow. She took everything he gave her and asked for more with the roll of her hips and the bite of her nails in his shoulders. When she came, it was sharp and sudden, thighs shaking around him, cunt clenching so tight it dragged him right over the edge with her. He buried himself deep, pulse after pulse, until they both stilled, chests heaving, skin flushed, the air between them thick with the smell of sex.
She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing. Slow at first, hips rolling in a rhythm that said more than words ever could. The satin slid off her shoulders, catching light on every curve she chose to reveal. Naked now, the flash of jewelry at her throat made her look both expensive and willing. She climbed over him, knees planted on either side of his hips, and sank down without hesitation. Heat, slick and tight, pulled him in all the way to the base. She rode him with a lazy confidence, rocking deep, then shallow, then grinding in a slow figure eight until his breath broke. Her breasts swayed with each movement. He watched them until he couldn't stand it, reaching up to cup them, thumbing her nipples until they tightened. She leaned in, mouth brushing his ear. 'Harder,' she whispered. He thrust up to meet her. The bed creaked under the force. Sweat slicked their skin. She didn't stop. Didn't slow. She took everything he gave her and asked for more with the roll of her hips and the bite of her nails in his shoulders. When she came, it was sharp and sudden, thighs shaking around him, cunt clenching so tight it dragged him right over the edge with her. He buried himself deep, pulse after pulse, until they both stilled, chests heaving, skin flushed, the air between them thick with the smell of sex.