After a moment, I pulled out my fingers and rubbed them together, judging the viscosity and quantity of her womanly fluid. When I was satisfied, I turned to Mr E. “Come.” was all I said.
He moved closer like a lion moving to inspect gifted meat. I threw the lamb towards him and he took her in his arms and began kissing her on her soft, red lips, covering them with his own and smothering her tongue with his.
She was choking on it, truth be told. Choking on it all; his smell, his weight and the weight of his passion, but so was I the first time I let him touch me. Back then, I couldn’t even breathe until Mr E saw fit to slowly pull the breath out of me like a
shaman taking charge of my soul.
He moved down suddenly, licking her small breasts through the sundress, flooding his perception with her essence, going over it all, in every delicate detail – the soft feel of her skin, her warmth, the hardness of her nipples, everything. He simply became an impatient old hound lapping at his favourite bone.
I noticed that every moment they continued things became more intense, more passionate. He dragged her dress off then began pulling her towards him, running his fingers all around, griping her ass, biting – softly at first but with ever increasing intensity.
He was seeing what he could get away with, what this small lovely thing would let him do, how much she would give up and how far he could take her. By the time he was done searching they both formed a collapsed pile of sweat and interlocked flesh, curled together in paused ecstasy and communicating only in the rough, throaty language of a pair of beasts. Where he was at his hardest, she was soft and wet. Like the water of a warm bath, she’d gently part way for his every movement. They were truly in synch; he was a cool blaze and she a warm spring.
“Do it,” I heard her say in a voice low and warped. She was no longer human, no longer capable of complex speech. Though not the initiator, she’d enjoyed it as much as he did and had been melted by his heat as much as he was melted by hers.
“Do it,” Jessica repeated, taking his cock in her fingers this time. She broke from his loose grip and began to lick and suck at it, filling her whole self to the back of her throat where she gagged and spat and salivated all over his dick.
“Do it…” It came out as a wild long moan this time, spit running over her lipstick. She began kissing his dick again. Mr E’s breathing quickened and, in an instant, he picked her up and practically slammed her back against the floor.
He pinned her down for just a moment’s hesitation before sticking his dick inside her with a slow deliberate thrust. Jessica’s moan of ecstasy filled the room. It crashed in a heavy echo along the walls before spilling itself outside. I couldn’t help touching myself to the sight – it looked like I would’ve had so much fun!
Mr E moved slowly at first but soon, his instincts for pleasure overtook those of tenderness and he became rougher and rougher, thrusting as hard as he liked into her – through her – with heavy grunts and a wild gaze.