“Continue!” He didn’t hesitate and she laughed out loud.
“No problem Matteo.”
She helped him out of his trousers and she pulled off her shirt. She cuddled next to him, drawing circles on his chest as he stroked her back. They started kissing again, it didn’t take long for their breaths to roughen. She moved one of his hands to cup her breast. He squeezed gently and she moaned encouragingly, arching into his touch.
He lowered his other hand and she parted her legs to receive him. Matteo was gentle, rubbing her tenderly, not masterfully but as if he was exploring her dips and folds. He marvelled at her slickness.
“It’s so wet.” he murmured, peering down between them.
Keela positioned her lips near his ear.
“You made me like this, Matteo ” His name was a low moan in her throat and that started the rush of blood back down to his cock.
“Tasting you, touching you,” she gasped as he slipped a finger inside, then worked it out.
“Thinking of how that thick, beautiful dick would feel stretching me open and ravaging my insides.”
He was fully erect with that and turned back to her mouth, kissing her deeply and holding her close.
She felt him hard, hot and pulsing against her thigh. She pushed him to his back and manoeuvred her way atop his body. Eventually sitting up and straddling him, her drenched sex over his. She lifted her hips and positioned him near her entrance, slowly lowering herself til just his head slipped in. She heard him make a stifled noise, his eyes focused on the sight of his engorged organ being slowly swallowed by her sweetness.
She took her time, bobbing her lower body gently up and down, taking a little more of him each time she lowered. She started rolling her hips and felt his hands clutch her waist. Her eyes were shut and head tilted back until she worked his entire length inside her.
Tight fit indeed, her narrow channel felt stretched to its limit. There was a hint of pain in her pleasure and she moaned loudly, cupping both breasts in her own hands and tugging at her stiff nipples.
“Matteo.”
Just his name, she leaned forward and they kissed again. A wet mess of tongues clashing in each other’s mouths. She started grinding against him and he groaned in her mouth, biting her plump upper lip.
She pushed away, palms of her hands on his chest then slowly started to move. Still getting used to his size, she rotated her hips, her gyrations bringing added pleasure to them both. Matteo brought his hands to her breasts and squeezed, enjoying how her hardened nipples felt against his palms and how she seemed to enjoy his touch.
“Oh Matteo.”
Her hips were now moving up and down. Her actions grew bolder and rougher, resulting in wet slapping sounds as their bodies clashed together.
Keela sighed, enraptured by the feeling of his thickness plowing in and out of her. Every inch of her skin tingled, including her clit which now felt extra sensitive.
She was so damned wet and so damned tight.
She peered down at Matteo, his eyes were fixed on her. Sweat coated their lustful bodies and she started pumping her lower body even harder. All the power in her legs, the strength in her hips, she used it to ride him, to pleasure him, to satisfy both of their carnal needs.
“Matteo look.”
She leaned backward, hands on his thighs, she put her weight on her heels and opened her legs as wide as possible. All to give him a view of her sopping wet cunny gliding up and down the length of his cock. He stared at his dark red flesh being swallowed by those slick, pink folds and felt another climax start building in his balls.
GODS!
She was smiling, when she was not cursing or moaning or licking her lips. Smiling that wicked smile as she slammed her slender body atop his, over and over. That smile that excited him.