My hard cock slips out of her as she moves her hips. I move to reposition myself, but she closes her legs with an evil grin. "I don't want you to cum yet." She slips away from me, leaning up against the wall.
"What? Are you kidding?" I ask, pleading, with my slick cock still pointing towards her.
She smiles at me deviously. "You just got here. I don't want you spent already."
I look at her, half intrigued, half suspicious. "You don't have to worry, I have plenty," I say. But I consent after a moment of her not breaking eye contact. I lay next to her, playing with her hair, running it between my fingers, tracing curly cues in the waves. My hard cock presses into her, and is ignored.
I excuse myself to go to the restroom. I find my boxers, which don't really hide my mostly erect cock. But the restroom is just across the hall.
"Amanda's most likely in her room. You'll be fine," Leah assures me.
I sneak across the hall and close the door. I momentarily consider rubbing one out when the door opens. I expect to see Leah as I turn around. Amanda has her back to me, quietly closing the door behind her.
"What are you doing?" I ask under my breath.
"Is your cock still wet?" she asks, before reaching down my boxers to find out for herself.
"What the fuck," I whisper forcefully.
She has my dick out of my boxers and in her mouth before I can object. If I wasn't in such desperate need to relieve the building pressure on my balls, I might even try to stop her. Well, no. She slowly and meticulously traces her tongue around my entire cock, cleaning Leah's juices off me. Watching her has me close. She wraps her lips around my cock and slides it into her mouth, then out again. Just a little more of that.
"She let me eat her pussy, once," Amanda says, her hand still wrapped around my cock. "It's nice to taste her again." I wait for her to swallow me again, so she can taste me as well, when she carefully pulls my boxers back up, tucking my cock away, and stands up.
"Wait. Are you done?" I ask, desperately.
"You just fucked Leah, do you really need to get off again?"
"She didn't let me finish. I think she's trying to torture me," I say, looking for some pity.
"Oh. Smart. And good for me as well. If she keeps it up you'll be really desperate when you come to my room tonight."
"Can we go to your room right now?" I ask.
"Is Leah asleep?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then no. Go fuck her to sleep and you can come see me." She turns to walk out the door.
"Could you hear us?" I ask, hoping to say anything that will get her excited and change her mind.
She turns around, fully facing me again, and sticks her hand down her panties, pulling back two wet fingers, which she shows me, before licking them clean. "I taste good, too. Maybe you'll get to find that out." She walks out the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
I stare in the mirror for a minute or two, not sure why I even came in here. I'm so hard I couldn't piss if I needed to. I wait a few more moments, straighten my boxers as much as I can with an erection, then head back to Leah's room.
She's reading when I come in, Milan Kundera. She is leaned against the wall, naked except for her black rimmed glasses, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up to her chest. She's so fucking cute I want to bite her. She looks up at me, then scolds me. "You didn't jerk off, did you?"
"Of course not. I follow your rules," I say, playfully, as I jump on the bed next to her.
"Was Amanda still out there?" She folds the dust jacket to hold her place and puts the book on her nightstand.
"I just went to the bathroom. I didn't go looking around." I bite her faintly freckled shoulder.
She moans. "So what did the two of you talk about the other night?"
"Right. We need to talk about that," I say, indignantly. I sit up to look at her. "You told her about the times at church?" I whisper.
She looks a little sheepish. "No," she says, shaking her head. "Technically I only told her about the first time at the church. The second time, in front of the mirror, I've never told her about."
"Well that makes me feel a lot better. What else did you tell her?" I ask, then think better of it, "More to the point, why did you tell her?"
"I don't know. Girl talk. She tells me about the guys she's seeing, and I'm not going to let her have the better story," she explains. She looks me in the eyes and continues, "We have better stories than she does."
I laugh. "So you were just waving your dicks around trying to measure whose is bigger?" I joke.
"People with tent poles..." she quips.
I glare at her, then lay down and put my head in her lap. "The time with the mirror was good," I say, remembering back. I can smell her arousal. I need to be inside her. She giggles. I roll and look up at her. "You really got off on watching yourself get fucked," I add.
She looks scandalized, but not really. "I got off watching you fuck me," she corrects.
"I could see your eyes, Leah," I come back. "They were all over your body."
Her lips twist as her eyebrows lower. "Fine," she says softly. "I liked watching both."
I roll over again and bite her thick thigh. "God, I want to be inside you," I beg. I smell her, musky and sweet. "I need to be inside you." I kiss up her thigh, tasting the mix of her sweat and her juices. She moans, but she won't let me in. "I don't even need to cum," I plead. "I just need to be inside of you, and feel your body up against me."
"You need me that bad, huh?" she teases.
"When is that answer ever 'no'?"
"Our first date?" she says. "I tried to suck your cock and you wouldn't let me."
I sit up and meet her gaze. "We were still in the parking lot!" I strain in a whisper.
"And where did that get you?" she asks as I lean in to smell her hair.
"Jerking off alone for a week, if I remember correctly. Unable to get you out of my head." I brush my lips against her ear.
"Mmmhmmm." She bites my neck. "Tell me what happened after that," she whispers as she slithers down the bed..
"When I showed up to pick you up for our second date," she pulls me with her, to cuddle with her, "you texted me as I drove up and told me to come in because you weren't ready..."
"And then what?" she whispers into my ear before she nibbles on it.
"You came out in a little black dress you told me you had borrowed from your sister. And before I knew it you were up against the wall and the dress was hiked up to your stomach. We spent the evening fucking on every halfway comfortable surface in your grandmother's house."
"I took care of you, right?"
I kiss her neck, barely able to keep myself from biting, I'm so excited. I leave marks showing that I was here across her shoulders and breasts.
She climbs on top of me and grinds her still wet pussy into my hard cock. I place my hands on her hips and watch her soft, curvy body move in waves on top of me.
"I
need
to be inside you," I beg again.
She smiles at me, lifting herself slightly to angle my cock inside her. Sweet heaven overcomes me as the soft, wet warmth of her pussy envelopes my cock again. Her entire body continues its wave like motion on top of me, bending and curving in all the right places, her breasts held out in front of her. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts. I let my hands feel them, hold them, caress them, my thumbs moving hard across her stiff nipples.
Her body glistens with sweat. The room fills with the smell of her. If Greek statues of goddesses moved, they would look like this. It's everything I can do not to release this pent up tension into her. I want her to cum again. I want to see the way her lips part and her mouth opens as endorphins are released like a drug through her body. So I hold on. I place my hand between her breasts, trying to feel her, trying to channel the pressure that is building in my groin, the tension that is building in my chest, to her.
She rides me with swift, desperate motions from her hips. And I let her. She gets off on being in control. Her breathing gets heavier with occasional gasps. My hands follow her every curve, showing my appreciation for the masterpiece that is her. And then, there it is, her lips part. She breathes in heavily. Her eyes open and meet mine as her pussy clinches around my cock then breaks into soft convulsions. She presses into me until her convulsions slow then come to a stop.
She shines a tired smile at me. "You haven't cum," she says as a question.
"I wanted to watch you first." I brush my hand softly across her cheek and then let my fingers run through her new shorter, wavy hair.
"I want you to fill my pussy with your cum," she says, as she quickens the pace of her movement again, which never fully stopped.
