07. Strip Chess with Guapa - Sex Stories

07. Strip Chess with Guapa

... way she had her long slender legs wrapped around my neck, I figured it might be safer to finish her off instead. I sucked in her clit, pattered my tongue at it, and before long she arched back, rammed her hips to my face and howled into orgasm. "Mother... Fucker!" she whispered again as I eased off, and she dropped her legs back to the bench looking down at me as if for the first time. I wiped my hand across my mouth and sat back; let my cock stand proud in the triangle of space between us. "Your move," I said feeling like bloody James Bond or something. She smiled wickedly and hardly moved, looked over her shoulder, keeping her legs fixed wide, and absently slid one of the pieces. "Check..." She looked down at my cock, her eyes gone feral with lust, "…mate." She threw her arms around my neck, ramming her mouth to mine and humping up and down astride my lap, knees up by my shoulders, hunting for my cock. I grabbed and held her still, one arm wrapped around her waist while I guided my cock to her entrance and reached behind me to my tool belt, having some condoms in there. She pulled back from me momentarily and frowned in confusion and some apprehension as I rummaged in my tools. "What are you going to do to me?" she said. I pulled out a foil packet, and she laughed and tossed it away, stirred her hips and nestled my cock-head in her opening. "I take pills," she said and sank down slowly, she was very wet but it still felt a tight fit and we rocked at her entrance for some ...

... time. By degrees, I inched into her, then with one delicious unimpeded stroke and with brilliant control, she slid herself up and down, snug as silk glove. My god, this was a sensational fuck. The dappled sun slid over her dark skin as she writhed on my lap, held my shoulders and lazered her eyes into mine. Her lips parted, panting on each down stroke as I ground into her. For me it is difficult to cum with a woman on top, which was just what I needed in my hyper-horned up state, and I could really enjoy the slow build of pace between us without fear of bursting and ruining it all. I moved inside her, pushing deep and watching – almost detached – as sweat broke out on her face and between her breasts and she bit her lip in the effort of controlling herself. Her eyes closed and – this delicate contact between us lost – I leant forward and flickered my tongue to her breasts, very lightly brushing my teeth at her nipples, enjoying the shiver running through her and a little clench around my shaft. She moved faster, but with less control so I guided her crouched slide, pulling her up and down on me, impaling her faster and faster. Her Spanish muttering picked up and I took this as my cue to drive up harder until she was bouncing crazily up and down on me, then dug her fingernails into my back and juddered into a rapturous orgasm. It was such a joyous sight I was laughing as she came, leaving her rag-dolled and kissing my neck as I stood, needing my own release now, and laying her ...