“Oh Jake,” she breathed. Her long stroke neared the tip of my cock. I groaned as her wet clit touched there…she wiggled, the opening move in a dangerous game as she lubricated her sensitive little pearl with my slippery precum. She moved side to side, and I could feel her hood opening and the harder flesh inside sliding on me. The pleasure was almost excruciating. I held my breath while she explored.
Then another long, slow downstroke. At the bottom, the base of my shaft, she shifted her weight and ground hard. A deeper, grittier pleasure engulfed me, and my balls seemed to be coming to a slow boil.
Upward again…this time undulating her hips, rolling her pussy back and forth along the shaft, causing her lips to spread and more liquid to flow from her. It almost felt like she was using her hand to rub lotion on me.
At the top of her stroke, she stopped just a fraction of an inch beyond where she ended before. Her clit slid over my tip, and then just beyond. The head of my cock was at her entrance. She gasped. I throbbed, causing the head to swell, thicken and stand out further from my body. She started her downward slide, but this time the tip of my cock didn’t clear her clit and allow her to slide safely past. Instead, the inside edge of her clit hung up on the backside of the head of my cock.
We both froze and stared into each other’s eyes. The tip of my cock was just inside of her entrance. She shifted; I slid in another half an inch. My entire cock head was inside, my crown caressing her clit from the inside. I could feel the different textures of my precum and her vaginal fluids, and they were beginning to mix.
She began rotating her hips in little circles, not creating any downward pressure, but with each twist, I seemed to sink deeper into her, like a screw following threads to penetrate deeper with each turn.
“Jenny, we can’t,” I whispered, but my protest was so weak it sounded more like a question.
“I want to feel you,” she replied. “Just a little bit…” Slowly, deliberately she lifted her chest off of me, putting more weight on the place where our bodies joined. She was tight, and at first her pussy held out against my invading member, but very slowly, I felt her opening and my cock moved forward into her. I was almost halfway in when it seemed I could go no further.
“You feel so huge in me,” she moaned. In the half light, I got my first look at her naked breasts. They were full, firm and large for her slender body. I took them in my hands. They felt as spectacular as they looked. I caressed them, squeezed them, massaged them. Her eyes closed; her pussy quivered and yielded another inch.
“My nipples,” she whispered. They were big and dark and swollen with desire. She flinched and missed a breath when I touched them. I could almost feel how sensitive they were.
“I’ll be gentle with them,” I said as I tenderly held them in my fingertips.
“No,” she said. “Harder.” I took each one between thumb and forefinger, and carefully added pressure. She made a whining, frustrated noise, then slapped her palms down hard on my chest.
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