I don’t respond because I can’t, but I am patiently waiting for him to give me what I need.
Jerico works himself into me with care. I am soaking wet so it’s not a difficult entrance, but he is long and wide, so he’s considerate of me. He takes his time so that my body can form to fit his cock and by the time he is fully planted inside, my entire body is on fire.
“Jesus… you’re fucking tight,” Jerico grits out as he rotates his hips against my ass. “Can’t even imagine what your ass will feel like.”
A shudder runs through me and I know Jerico feels it because he groans in response just before sliding out of me and pushing back in just a little harder.
I grunt. It’s not ladylike, but it’s appropriate. Jerico is the type of man who makes a woman grunt.
And then he fucks me.
He fucks me hard, deep, and fast. It’s the motions of a man who wants to get off quickly. Jerico’s breathing is harsh, his fingertips digging down into my hips so he can hold me in place while he pounds into me.
It feels so freaking good I think I’m going to lose my mind. My entire body feels like a live wire, electrified and ready to explode. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm without clitoral stimulation, but there’s no doubt in my mind my body is going to give me that elusive treasure before too long.
Jerico slams into me a few more times, grunting with pleasure—same as me. Then he pulls back to the tip, holds for a brutally long moment, and then merely slides into me with gentle slowness.
The sound of protest bubbles up against the panties in my mouth as my brewing orgasm starts to fade. Jerico’s hands smooth along my hips in a reassuring manner.
“Don’t worry, Trista. I’m not done with you yet.” I’m mortified Jerico knows he needs to reassure me. I don’t like coming off as needy to anyone, and I sure as hell don’t like depending on anyone for something. But God help my soul I need that orgasm I know he can give me. I’m convinced it’s the type of orgasm I’ve never felt before.
Jerico’s hands come down to the cushion by my head, his lips slide against my ear where he whispers, “Gonna try something a little different. It’s going to be intense. Not sure if you’re going to like it or not, but I really hope you do. It’s not like you can tell me to stop with those panties stuffed in that beautiful mouth of yours.”
He gives me another sweet kiss on my temple again and pulls back. My entire body tightens with fear and excitement. In my heart of hearts, I believe Jerico’s words were meant to scare me… to heighten the pleasure factor. Still, I’m nervous and he knows it. I imagine Jerico is getting off on my uncertainty and fears.
That’s okay, though. I’m getting off on them too.
Jerico pushes up. The next thing I feel is his hand grabbing my hair and wrapping it around his palm. He has a secure hold right at the nape of my neck. I know this because he tugs on my head and lifts me from the position I was in. This isn’t the most comfortable feeling as I’m being pulled up by my hair without adding any strength of my own but he’s holding such a large hank in his hand, it’s not exactly painful either.
Regardless, it turns me on. It’s a total caveman move, and I apparently have something inside of me that likes that.
When my torso is parallel to the chaise lounge and I’m suspended that way only by Jerico’s hold on my hair, he shoves his cock back into me. My back arches downward even though it pulls on my hair more as Jerico holds my head up.
He doesn’t move though. We’re suspended there, connected by his dick lodged deep in my pussy and his hold on my hair. I imagine it looks much like he’s riding a horse with my hair as the reins.
“Fuck me, Trista,” Jerico demands.
For a moment, I have no clue what he means but then my body takes over. I tentatively lean away from him, feeling his dick slide out. Jerico gives me some slack in his hold so I can accomplish this. Before he can fall free from me, I contract the muscles in my thighs to easily push back onto his cock. A thrill of pleasure runs through me when I hear Jerico give a satisfied groan. I realize that even in this precariously held position, I have some power over him.
“Just like that,” he praises me hoarsely.
I do it again. Pull away from him, feel the tension on my hair, then use my legs to pull myself back onto his cock. I do it again and again, each time going slowly so I can enjoy the sensations.
So Jerico can enjoy the sensations.
“Faster,” Jerico growls at me.
Apparently, he wants to enjoy faster sensations.
I do what he wants because the first time I pull off and slam back onto him, I realize it is exactly what I need to fire my orgasm back up again. I fuck Jerico Jameson and I do it hard, deep, and fast, just as he did to me moments ago.
The only disappointing thing about this encounter is that I can’t see the man whose cock I’m riding. But I can hear him. Grunting and groaning and panting and cursing.
Fuck, that feels good.
So fucking good.
That pussy is golden. I’m going to fuck it again and again.
I listen to all of this and that mighty “O” starts to brew. It’s different than the first one. It’s forming deeper in my belly and feels more substantial. Tangible, as if I could reach inside of myself and squeeze it. I can feel it rumbling, morphing, growing bigger. Every time the end of his cock hits my womb, it contracts inward and then grows a little bigger until it feels like everything from my belly button down is strung tight and ready for release.
I want to tell Jerico I’m close, but I can’t. So instead I throw myself on and off his cock faster and harder, and this causes Jerico to hiss in pleasure or perhaps pain. I’m not sure and because I am so far gone, I’m not sure I really care either.
“Jesus, fuck,” Jerico chants. “Fuck… going to come.”
Those three words are apparently the key to unlocking that huge rumbling orgasm inside of me. It detonates just as Jerico releases my hair and grabs my hips so he can slam into me one last time. My vision goes black for a moment as my entire body convulses with pleasure. He quickly wraps an arm under my chest with his palm to my shoulder so I won’t fall forward and grinds against my ass as he shudders and curses out his climax.
I cry out against the panties in my mouth. Before I know it, Jerico’s pulling them out with his free hand. His chin falls to my shoulder and his other arm wraps around my lower abdomen. He holds me tight, his frantic heartbeat pounding against my back while I heave in as much oxygen as I can get. We stay that way for several long moments, heavily panting while we both come down off the orgasmic high.
I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. Jerico is silent as well. I notice that the crowd disperses, off to do their own thing, essentially leaving Jerico and me alone.