Milked

I kneel up in bed, releasing my bra, slipping it down my arms. I straddle you, still in my panties. You try to find my sex with your  fingers.

“No need for that,” I whisper, easing my panties to one side. “I’m already soaking.”

 Even as I settle my cunt onto your’ cockhead, you can tell I am very wet. I slip over you in a single, fluid swoop, our flesh connecting as though the fit had been precision machined. Enveloped in warm, wet silk, you let your’ head fall back against the pillow.  I open my mouth to release a drawn-out gasp of pleasure, as I lean forward to press my gloriously erect nipple against your’ mouth. You suckle on it greedily, the sounds of your’ delight happily muted by my flesh.

I begin to ride you, slowly, silently, rising up on your’ cock until you are barely inside me, settling back down until the cheeks of my ass rest against your’ balls, until you have nothing left to give me. Up and down, up and down. Your’ mouth crosses from one nipple to the other and back again, as though in a dream, your’ tongue bound in worship to my stiff flesh, lost in the gentle rhythm of our fucking.

I begin to milk you. The velvet walls of my sex tightening around your’ shaft, releasing their hold on you, gripping you again, all as I continue to flow up and down your’ length. Up and down, up and down. Tighten, relax. Tighten, relax. Your’ cock begins to tremble inside me, and I increase the cadence of my strokes, a subtle change, but one I know will quickly draw the sap from your’ flesh. You hold one soft breast to your’ face as you feel your’ orgasm approach. Your’ free hand strokes the small of my back, where dew drops of perspiration have flowered. The hold of my sex becomes tighter, faster, my hushed breathing losing its measured pace as my own climax nears. As my cunt flutteres around your’ shaft, you let go completely, spilling your’ lust inside me in hot, pulsing jets, the pleasure washing over us both in near silence as I milk you of every last drop.