Washington D.C. Series 4:3 - Reaching Climax
Eva's hands reached down to her dress and pulled the bottom up further. Taking Brent's cock into her hands, she guided him to her, the head of his cock nestled against her labia. With a hard passionate kiss, she pushed down against him. A low growl grew from Brent's throat. She slipped all the way down on him, feeling his heat fill her. Their bodies locked together in a passionate embrace.
Slowly, Eva's hips began to move, rocking slowly at first. Her mouth remained on Brent's, a hungry kiss they both shared. He could feel her wetness around him, dripping from her over his now slick cock. The embrace tightened and Eva let her cunt contract around Brent. She pulled at him, pulling him deeper into her. Her hands slid over his bare chest, pinching his hard nipples. They slid up further to cup his face. Pulling back for a moment, she looked into his eyes. Deep pools of blue hazed with lust looked back at her.
"Make me cum," she whispered and kissed him again. Her tongue sliding over his lips before slipping inside.
Brent responded by slipping his hand down between them. Grabbing the edge of the dress, he pulled it up further, freeing the path to her warmth. Slipping further still, his hands grazed over her sex, feeling his own cock sliding up into her. He moaned at the feeling the slick juices running over his hand.
Wetness spread over her clit with the help his deft fingers. Eva gasped with the new found pressure against her. His thumb flicked over her clit and she gasped again.
"That's it," she whispered and slip her mouth over his jaw. With each flicker from his wrist, she gasped. Her tongue slid down his neck, licking and biting at it. The feelings were too strong to concentrate on anything but the feel of his skin against hers, his cock in her cunt, his hand against her sex.
"There?" he murmured as his thumb flicked over her again.
Eva could do nothing but moan. She rocked against him, her hips rolling against his forcing his cock up into her and her clit against his hand. His other hand grasped her hip, pulling her to him as she fucked him. Greedy, urgent thrusts came from him. Knowing he could make her cum, he thrust hard again, he knew how she needed it. He knew the details of her body, each pressure point, every sensitive spot. He knew how to make her moan with arousal and growl with excitement. He knew he was hers.
The sensation spiraled out from her sex, the growing arousal dominating her body. She could do little more than let her body move on its own. She fucked Brent hard and unrelenting. Brent rubbed around her swollen clit. His thumb flicked at it, holding her to that spot, heightening her arousal. He had her there at the edge of the plateau and he kept her there. Backing off when he felt the pulsing begin around his cock, he kept her pleasure just out of reach. He wanted her climax to be strong and powerful. He wanted to pull the carnal pleasure from her. Brent needed to prove to her that he was the one who was hers, especially because of what they headed into tonight.
Eva gasped over and over. Her breath was ragged as she fucked Brent. Her thighs tightened against him as she threw her head back. Brent slipped his hand inside her dress, capturing her nipple between his fingers again and pinched it hard. Eva moaned, her fingernails clawing at his chest.