I tried to pull her down as she suddenly moved, dragging my tongue along more secret skin and hidden places that I didn’t think she was ready to let me have access to yet. She let go of the bar with one of her hands and placed it on the rigid lines of my stomach. The already tight muscles pulled even tighter and she maneuvered herself farther over the bar between us so that she was almost kneeling over me. Once she found her balance in the new position she let go of the bar with her other hand and used it to push the lightweight fabric of my pants down until the towering length of my cock sprang free of the confines. I had to lift my hips a little, which was tricky since I was practically holding her up. It was a good thing I hadn’t slacked off in the gym since getting out of the service or else this fucking explosive 69 wouldn’t be possible.
She wrapped a hand around the base of my dick, looked back at me with a sexy little smirk that had my erection swelling even more in her hold, and then she bent her head and I forgot how to breathe. She sucked the head into her mouth, wrapped her lips around it, and rolled her tongue over the tip like she was licking around the outside of an ice cream cone. I wasn’t going to melt in her mouth but there was a good chance I was going to explode all over that quick and clever tongue. She started to move her fist with a little twist up and down the straining shaft and it took me a solid minute to remember I was supposed to be holding up my end of the deal.
I had to lift my head to get back at all her luscious and juicy places, so I was sitting in a perpetual crunch. My abs burned and my shoulders screamed but there was no way I was tapping out. Not when she was sucking more of my cock back as she moved her fingers lower, between my legs to gently run them across sensitive globes that were aching for some kind of release. I got my mouth on her, got my tongue back inside of her, and managed to hold her up with one hand so I could use the other to tease and taunt the puckered tips of her breasts where they swayed seductively over me. She hummed around the thick flesh in her mouth as I tugged on the rosy peak and the vibration made my eyes cross and had my balls pulling up tight as she continued to manipulate them.
I threw my head back and blew out a heated breath that had her hips undulating and swiveling in my hands as she chased the phantom kiss.
“Dixie, I need to be inside you. As good as your mouth feels and as good as you taste I need to feel you come on my cock.” She let go of my dick with one last lick and looked at me from where she was practically lying flat across my body.
“Okay.” Her whispery acquiescence had me fighting down urges to toss her on the floor and rut into her like an animal. She shouldn’t give me free rein. I would take everything because I was a selfish, needy bastard.
Once she was on her feet back by my head I maneuvered myself out from under the bar and leaned over to where I had tossed my jeans when I changed out of them to start my workout. I fished out one of the condoms that I’d stashed in there earlier and handed it to her as I stripped out of the rest of my workout gear. I grabbed her hand and pulled her around to the end of the bench, urged her to sit on the end of it where my cock was eye level and insistent that she do something with it.
I wrapped my own fist around the rigid length and gave it a few swift pumps, sliding it along the moisture left over from her mouth. She licked her bottom lip and looked up at me from under her lashes as she tore open the foil packet and pulled the circle of latex out. I was going to hate being inside her with the barrier between us after having a taste of her dangerous and raw this morning, but as much as I wanted to leave everything I had inside of her, I knew that wasn’t fair to her.
She batted my hands away and replaced them with her own. She had me covered in seconds and before she laid back she leaned forward and placed the softest, sweetest kiss right below my belly button. My stomach clenched and my thighs bunched up like I was preparing for an attack, and really, I kind of was.
I put a hand in the center of her chest, spread my fingers wide, and urged her to lay back. I followed her backwards and pulled her hips down to the very edge of the bench so that only her spine was making contact with the surface as I supported the rest of her body in my hands. She wrapped her legs around my waist and leaned up to meet my lips as I let gravity and the moisture we’d already stirred up pull me into the waiting warmth of her body. I kissed her. Lips seeking, tongue swirling as she took me into her body fully. I had to release her mouth so I could stand up and move.
I held her hips to mine as I started a steady, powerful rhythm. She lifted her arms up over her head and stretched them out so her breasts bounced and swayed with every thrust. I couldn’t look away and I was happy to say she didn’t seem like there was anything that was going to pull her eyes off of me either.
We rolled into one another, her stuck with the pace I set even as she used her heels in my ass to go faster, to pound harder. I liked watching the way the slow and deliberate thrusts made her eyes darken to almost black and I liked that the slower I went and the longer I took to drag myself out of her the more she flushed and the more her pale skin did indeed glisten. She strained towards me, hips grinding, legs squeezing, but she was my captive and this was my magic trick.
I moved her legs so that her knees were resting over the bend of my elbows, giving me the perfect view of the spot where we were joined. It made me groan every time her body fluttered and trembled around mine as she took me in. She was so welcoming, so willing to take me as I was.
“Need a hand here, pretty girl. Mine are occupied.”
She made a noise of satisfaction low in her throat and slowly started to trail her hands over her skin. She stopped to play with her breasts, which she knew would make me lose the steady rhythm I was using to torture us both. My hips kicked into her and she gasped. She smiled up at me and continued to let her fingers dance over that freckled skin. She circled her cute little belly button and then, after what felt like hours, finally touched that place where I had her spread open and shimmering with sex and saliva. Her touch was butterfly light as I watched her fondle herself. She circled and circled with the pad of her finger until her breathing got choppy and her gaze got hazy.