I crawled up beside her and pulled her on top of me before she could kill me for leaving her hanging like that, and before she’d barely taken a breath, I reached around to her bottom and then between her legs. I guided my cock to her *, and then I rolled my hips, penetrating in one smooth thrust as her head dropped back and her mouth fell open.
“Sit up.” I took her hands once I was fully seated inside her, and as she sat up straight on my lap, I held them. I laced our fingers together, palm to palm, and I let her brace herself as she lifted her hips and then sank back down to my lap. I cursed as I stared at that spot our bodies were joined between her legs. She’d taken all of me deep inside her, but she winced when she let her weight settle on me.
She lifted and sank, pushing against my palms as she did, and I stared at my cock, watching her body take all of it over and over again. I was not a small man, and when she would lower her * onto me, her brow would furrow and flinch at the pain. But she kept pushing, letting her weight sink me deeper into her.
Once she found her rhythm and her balance, she let go of one hand, and I watched her fingers toy with her clit as her hips kept moving. I hummed as I pressed my palm to her stomach and inched it up along her body. Her nipples were protruding between the clamps, and they were swollen. I let just my index finger loop over the top of the chain, and as her hips humped against me and her own finger toyed with her clit, I tugged gently.
She cried out, and I watched the clamps pull her nipples down just slightly. Her breasts were so perky and stood straight off her chest without the slightest lilt or dip. Gravity didn’t have shit on these tits.
“Does that feel good?” I watched her face, still tugging gently as she moved. My palm remained against her abdomen, feeling her torso rise and fall.
“Yes,” she whimpered out, and I tugged again as the response caught in her throat and she cried out once more.
But her fingers never stopped toying, and her hips never stopped moving. I clutched at her other hand, squeezing tight, and I watched her face closely. I wanted to watch her * take me, but I needed to see her reaction, and I focused on her responses. She whimpered as she came close to her end, and her eyes closed. I tugged, pulling her nipples down as the clamps gripped into her protruding skin. I didn’t let up then, and I increased the pull fractionally with every passing second.
She cried out again, but it tapered off in a curse, and her hips rocked violently against my lap. Her sheath was tightening on me like a vise, and she was fucking me frantically and desperately. And when she slammed down on me sinking me deep as her head fell back, I pulled the chain harder than I had before. I didn’t let up on the tension, and her nipples distended as she practically shrieked out her orgasm.
She let go of my hand, reaching back and digging her nails into my leg, and I sat up and hunched over to her breast, licking the protruding tip of one nipple as my fingers loosened the clamp on the other. The moment that clamp fell from her, I moved my mouth to that tit, sucking her now free nipple into my mouth and laving it.
She was still coming, her body lurching and spasming, and I removed the other clamp, pressing my palm over that breast as my mouth still soothed her other nipple. Blood was rushing into the peaks of her tits, and I knew from experience it could be both painful and exhilarating depending upon what else was happening inside her body.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.” She kept repeating it as her body tried to relax.
I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, finally paying attention to it for a while. I licked, letting my tongue curl around the hardened nub, and my palms squeezed her flesh. She took her time coming down from the release, and I placed my palm over her heart, feeling it pound against my hand.
She sat up straighter once she’d finally regained her composure, but she was breathing heavily. When I pulled back from her tits and sat up straight too, she immediately covered her breasts with her palms and pressed on them.
“Wow,” she said under her breath as she still panted quietly.
“Are you okay?” I reached for her cheek, running my thumb down the side of her face.
She nodded, the side of her lip pulling up. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed out.
I pulled her hands away from her chest. “Let me see.”
Her nipples were an angry red color, and they were swollen. I ran my fingers lightly over one, and her * instantly tightened on my cock. I was still hard and fully within her. My breath left me in a rush, and she smiled shyly.
I bit my lip as I studied her. “You ready to find out what your * tastes like?”
Her cheeks blushed pink.
“I assure you, it’s delicious.”
She nodded, but the movement was rigid and nervous. “Okay.”