I slowly and softly sucked on her clitoris as though it was a teat which secreted the sweetest nectar. She lifted her hips higher and I hooked my arms under her thighs, bringing her up to meet me and moving her legs so they were resting on my back.

This gave me better access to be able to lick and kiss and suck her groove, which I did with increasing ravenous excitement. Of all the things I’ve done with and to girls, this is my favourite. Having a girl’s pussy at my mercy. You have no idea.

I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside her and bringing it up to lick the underside of her clitoris, feeling her stiffening, her thighs straightening a little, pulling me in and holding me there, digging her heels into the small of my back, and making me thrust gently against the duvet. I nodded gently between her legs, accentuating the movement of my tongue against her warm, inviting groove… I felt a drop of fluid escape from myself, warm and then cool against the cloth of my shorts.

Now I was frantically flicking her with the tip of my tongue, and feeling her legs twitch almost imperceptibly, stopping my head from moving away but allowing it to move around within its sweet confinement. I was starting to shake a little myself: my shoulders were twitching under the weight of her legs, and they weren’t heavy at all.

I pulled away again suddenly, and knelt up, looking at her. Her chest was heaving, and she looked up at me, with a gaze full of more of that sense of barely-controlled fury as before. And well you might be angry.

‘You know what I think?’ I rasped.

She moaned. ‘What?’

I turned her round in front of me and bent over her, biting her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. ‘I think you’re a very bad girl, having me round to do this.’ And I slapped her bottom, hard. She squealed. ‘Aren’t you?’ I tickled her bottom, gently swirling my fingers on her smooth skin, barely touching, and then slapped her again.

‘Yes,’ she breathed, even more shakily than me. She stuck her bottom up in the air. ‘And what are you going to do about it?’

I got off her and eased myself out of my shorts. Free at last, my aching penis bounced up and down as the elastic snapped past them. I dropped my shorts on the floor and positioned myself so that it was freely bobbing up and down between her inner thighs. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ And I slapped her bottom a third time, and then took a grip of myself, stroking and positioning my penis so that as I stroked it, the top stroked her clitoris. She rose and fell with my movement, inviting. No, begging.

Fine, I thought. You’ve begged and been teased enough now. Time for the treat to slip off your nose and into your… I pulled back slowly and then suddenly slammed myself deep into her, not needing to ease her lips open, and felt her constrict around me, gripping me as if she was trying to suck me in deeper.

I took a grip on her hips and very slowly pushed her away, pulling out again so only the tip was inside her, and then slammed back in to the hilt, making her throw her head back and let a high-pitched squeal escape her throat. I gripped her hip harder with one hand and raised my hand as I pulled out slowly again, taking her hair in my hand and wrapping it tightly around my wrist. ‘I’m going to do this.’ I thrust into her again, making a loud slapping noise, and heaved a deep breath as I did it again, and again, pulling her head back and feeling her bouncing against me, edging forward and backward to oppose my thrusts. Fuck yeah, just like that… you forget what it feels like to be squeezed by a woman after a few months, but when you feel it again it’s like there hadn’t been any time away; it all comes flooding back… so to speak.

I imagine a few minutes went by, and then I pulled out of her completely and put my hands on her hips more gently. Her bottom rose into the air as if to seek my penis again, but it was just beyond her reach. I then turned her round again and put a hand on her heaving chest, positioning myself with the other to enter her missionary-style. I looked at her face: her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were closed. I teased her, stroking up and down with my tip, for a few seconds, and then pushed deep into her again, and I saw the look on her face change from relatively relaxed and easy to that classic look of what could be pleasure or pain.

Her hips were meeting mine again before more than a few seconds had passed, and as I placed my hands by her neck, she went to lick her finger. I stopped her, leaning in and kissing her mouth with her finger still there, and then pulled away. Sucking her finger into my mouth for a moment, I then let go, leaving her finger wet with my saliva. I bent my head down again to kiss her and nibble her bottom lip, and as I did I felt her finger between out hips as she started to masturbate.

Her finger flicking her clitoris as I was inside her, occasionally reaching too far and brushing the top of my penis, felt probably as good for me as it did for her. We were moving together quickly now, and both breathing heavily and moaning openly. I bit her neck where it became her shoulder, and I heard her groan loudly and tighten around me, through a bitten lip. I gently kissed and nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her hard on the mouth, flicking her tongue with mine as our movements became more urgent. I was starting to push a little now, holding off. I’ve always been able to last quite a while, but when it’s been a while I can’t last quite as long. But it was going to happen soon if I wasn’t careful.

Judging by the noises that she was making, I didn’t think she would take long now, either, so I lifted myself up so that I was kneeling again, still inside her, and lifted her bottom in my hands, so I could thrust up into her rather than down. Suddenly the noises she was making became rougher still, more animal; more growl than moan. I gripped her bottom and pulled her up, down… up, down… deeper and faster, feeling her constricting around me, growing warmer. I was willing myself not to let go before her, but was finding it increasingly difficult to supress the occasional twitch.

She was lifting her hips up herself now, and she shifted up so that her bottom was resting on my thighs, her legs flying loose in the air. I took hold of her ankles, pulling them so that the soles of her feet were pressing against my chest.

Suddenly I felt her toes curl, pinching my nipples, and that wasn’t all that was being pinched: she was squeezing my penis hard as she broke through the wall, moaning loudly and with a surprisingly high pitch and reaching out for my hands, which I instinctively caught and gripped. Hold tight.

I felt intense heat on the underside of the tip of my penis – I didn’t know she was one of those girls. Her half-scream became more and more tremulous with a speed and variance in pitch that would have made Leslie just give up making speakers, and her legs shook, making me redouble my grip on her ankles.

‘Fuckfuckfuck,’ she said. ‘Don’t stop,’ with an edge of urgency and desperation.

‘I’m going to come,’ I groaned through gritted teeth, giving her a chance to tell me not to let go yet.

‘Don’t. Stop.’ It was an order, barked between frenzied squeals.

Have it your way. Knowing she was closer than I was, I threw back my head and opened my mouth wide, gasping, begging the air for more oxygen as my heart beat against the prison bars of my chest. Inside her, I felt a contraction and then warm dampness leak out of her as she arched her back, her voice turning from a rapid tremolo to a rapidly ascending glissando, and pushed outward with the muscles inside her which, until now, had been squeezing me with such voracity.

Some music just has that effect on you: I let go, gasping hard, my head spinning as I pushed back against her pelvic floor, yielding a little but not letting her push me all the way out. As I twitched inside her, she gripped my hands hard enough for it almost to hurt, and she seemed to suck every drop out of me as I came hard inside her.

Moments later, we were both collapsed on top of the covers, quivering and gasping for breath. We lay there, hugging, holding onto each other.

We slept. We must have done, anyway, because we woke up – still naked – with morning light leaking through the coarse weave of the closed curtains.

Actually, I woke up first. I lay there for a while, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, and remembering the previous night’s events. Whoa… that really happened? She stirred and opened one eye, looking at me and giggling.

‘Hey,’ I said. ‘Sleep well?’

She ran her finger across my shoulder and giggled again. ‘Yeah. Had this weird dream though. One of my friends came round out of the blue and fucked me silly.’

I reached down and touched her groove very gently. ‘Don’t speak too soon.’ I touched myself. We were both sticky. ‘Maybe your dream needs a shower.’

She nodded.

I smirked. ‘Then I’ll make that coffee.’

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