She had not long to wait.She had not long to wait. With a quick move of his hands, he raised her up and settled her over his length until there was not of inch of him that was not buried in her fevered succulent flesh. His nibbles moved down over her shoulders and her breasts. As she began to move against him again, sliding on and off of his bursting cock, he fastened his mouth to her nipple and alternately tugged and licked it. Gemma was in a frenzy of passion. Her moans became cries as he assisted her motion, holding her waist and raising and lowering her over him. Her heels tugged at his hips where her legs encircled him, desperate to take him in even as she reached the apex of the stroke. Percy was gasping. Her sheath hugged him so tightly, yet the snugness was fluid hot and never resisted his thrusts. She felt like flame and ice around his cock, her flesh like sweet heather to his mouth and nose as he trailed his tongue over her breasts and nipples to heighten her clenching passion. The more he suckled, the tighter she bacame, the hotter the fire. And there was fire in his loins, too. Fire that was burning for release, but still he held back. He would bring her to her heights and feel her explode before he allowed his own release. And even as he spread his mind afar to take the urgency from his own thrusts, he felt her stiffen and her molten pussy clutch at him again and again and again. Like exquisite torture, she spasmed around his cock, the ripples sucking at him, and he could wait no longer. With a deep, gutteral roar of triumph his voice joined hers and the lava in his balls spurted deep into her as he jerked her hard against him, pounding his groin against hers to bury his seed in her, deep and deeper. Gemma flailed against Percy, her own hands pulling at his arms as he rammed his cock deep inside her spasming walls. In the instant of his release he seemed to expand to huge proportions inside her and still she wanted more as she thrust her pelvis hard into him. |