Crotch Rocket

Who the hell am I kidding? I love our tug-of-war of breaths while he bends me to his will. I’m happy to give myself over to him as long as he makes me forget that I’m not a contortionist. He easily does that by looking into my soul as if he knows how he touches it. It is my ecstasy being reflected in his eyes, flexing jaw, and furrowed brow, and how his eyes have that look like he is about to sneeze while he is mirroring me. It is how both our jaws go slack to catch our desperate breaths as each drive dives to my deepest depths and his hard pelvis knocks on my clit long after he has broken in. I can’t help to want to say “Cum in,” and as if he is reading my mind, he grinds and smashes trying to go impossibly deeper.

He reads me fine, and what happens next is his will, not mine. He can continue when he sees my head shaking involuntarily, but no, he pauses and releases my leg that he had trapped between us and captures my shaking head and then my lips in his and says, “Oh no, you don’t”. I’m thankful because I, too, don’t want this party to end. I stretch my coiled legs as he does between them. His kisses talk me off the ledge as he treads in my pool in a slow rhythmic dance. Our bodies touch in our horizontal Rumba, and this is my favorite of his dance moves. Full body-to-body contact as his hands roam freely, pulling, probing, and massaging me. It doesn’t take much movement when he is this close. It is just a matter of time before all our pheromones are too much to contain and make me cum like a balloon that escapes your mouth and jets off across the room. I can only wait to empty as I convulse under him while he smiles, smug with his work as he churns me like butter until I’m able to continue.

He asks, “Are you okay?” to see if he can proceed, and I can only nod in the affirmative. His smile grows devious, and I can’t help but return it as he lifts both of my legs with his pumped and thickly veined arms so that both of us can see what he has done to me. I dare to look down between us as I follow his eyes just to see another thickly veined appendage breaking in and out of me. It is covered and glistening in me like champagne after his last victory lap, but seeing it only guarantees that I won’t last. It is too much to see but too hard to tear my eyes from, and it isn’t long before I’m singing his song. This time, he has pushed me too far and looks so satisfied with his work as I cum so hard that I nearly push him off the bed when I flex my legs straight. He balances precariously on the edge of the bed before wrestling around my legs and falling on top of me again. His righteous ass is so happy with his work as he kisses me off the edge again, my body slower to recuperate this time. He kisses down my body, rests his head in my groin, and waits like a good puppy until I set his bowl down to eat.

The hot breaths of his puppy pants on my nether lips lit my fire again because I couldn’t help but already feel his tongue-whip me as I also pictured his face spreading me. He waits patiently, and when I can’t wait any longer, I set his bowl down by spreading myself for him. His dimples are like a wagging tail, and so is his enthusiasm as he jumps into the bowl, ears and all. His first laps are like jolts of electricity, and like spark plugs, they jump-start my motor, and I’m pulling her taut while he does what he needs no direction to do. He relieves my hands and spreads me with his face while steadily increasing the pressure across my hungry clit with his talented tongue. He knows I plateaued, and slides a finger inside and turns up towards my g-spot, and like magic, I reach a whole other level. With his finger massaging that spot and his tongue whipping my clit there is no turning back but I want to come on his dick more. I pull him up by his head and my knees and beg him desperately to fuck me. Oh how he loves the power and as his donut face cracks in a smile, he pushes his cock inside me but closes my legs flat between his strong thighs. He lays down with his weight on top of me as his drill tortures me perfectly. The sensation of having my legs together while he fucks me is different and hyper-sensitive. His cock is raking my clit while just playing in my shallows and it just happens that is where my g-spot also swims; without being able to open my legs wide for him to fall deep, I get zero reprieves and explode once again, and without even knowing what I was doing, I tap out by smushing him by the face-off of me in an epileptic fit. Like a tap on the chin, he rolls onto his back, laughing again, just so happy with himself.

After I flop around like a fish on the deck while he laughs it off, we both wait for me to come down to see what is next. I turn my head and see his cock still fat and strong and I shake my head and tell myself that it isn’t going to go down like this, pun intended. He is still laughing at me when I push him flat to straddle him, and it just makes me mad because I think he doesn’t think I have it in me. So I turn around so that I’m not distracted by his smart-ass smirk and when he sees me turning he thinks I’m asking him to mount me from behind but I just kick him like a mule back onto his back and pull his cock to me and lower myself onto it with purpose. It is music to my ears when I hear his tone change, and he starts bragging about how good it looks from his perspective. His happy sounds motivate me, and when he starts cursing like a sailor, I know to pour it on. I grab onto his calves like the bars of a motorcycle, and with my legs under his thighs, I feel like I’m riding a crotch rocket. I give the throttle all that I have and hammer him into oblivion. I didn’t need to hear his cries to know that he was cumming because I felt his load rocket into me in waves and I even topped it off with a load of my own. I crashed this bike beautifully and was satisfied in my own right as we both could only lay there too exhausted and spent to move. All we could do was echo “I love you”.

Happy Hump Day!!