D10 and lady daytime sex part one
Lady pulled the t-shirt all the way over her head. Diesel 10 growled, his crotch tightening. He grabbed her waist, hoisting her up long enough to remove her knickers. Mouth watering, he stroked the glistening hair between her legs. Lady rolled her hips forward. He slid the tip of his index finger along her clit. Her hips gave a spasm.
"I want you," she hissed, her eyes black with desire. She opened his trousers, sliding her hand in to scoop out his erection.
Diesel 10 scooted farther down, raised his hips and parted ways with his trousers. Then he fastened his hands on her inner thighs to push her legs apart. He watched her body open to accept his length as shadows of flame danced across her skin. She moaned, lowering her hips. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He wished he could fit his entire body inside of her, but even that wouldn't have been enough.
He deftly turned her onto her back so that her head rested on the pillows. She curled her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. He claimed her body with every thrust of his hips, pounding into her over and over again. Her nails pierced the skin of his back as she combed down his spine, moaning his name in a low, throaty voice that was almost inhuman. She lifted her upper body to feed him her breasts; he took the left one in his mouth, impulsively biting down into the flesh until she screamed. Her voice bounced off the walls and tore into every nerve like a hot knife. He did the same to her right breast, making her scream even louder than before.
"Lady, I love you!" he bellowed as he shot his seed into her.
"Diesel 10," she whimpered, uncurling her legs from his waist. She stroked her breasts lazily with one hand while the other drifted to her crotch. With a little smile Harry withdrew his cock from her and scooted down the length of her body while teasing her with his tongue. Her skin was salty, tinged with the strawberry soap.
He dug the heel of his thumb into her clit and slid another finger inside her possessively. She was so wet that he easily could have fit all five fingers inside her.
"Diesel 10!" she screamed, clutching at his head as she writhed beneath him.
Diesel 10 withdrew his fingers, using his thumb and index finger to pull apart her lips. He stroked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Her body trembled around him, and she released a sigh that told him she was close. She moaned something unintelligible. For a second he hovered there looking at her across the length of her naked body. His eyes skimmed along the taut stomach, over the scattering of freckles, and stopped at the flattened mounds of her breasts. Just as she braced herself to scream again he put his mouth on her. His lips closed around her clit, his tongue sliding along her velvety walls while he simultaneously inhaled, sucking her into his mouth. She tasted tart, and sweet – she also tasted of him. His cock swelled as it dangled near her thigh.
He pushed her legs toward her chest to give him space to move. He propped himself on her thighs, grinding into her repeatedly. She clenched his tongue like it was his cock; the slickness of her opening made it hard for him to keep his tongue inside her, but he held on. Every once in awhile her hand would drift down to move things along, but he steered it away. He wanted to make her come all on his own. Within a few seconds, she did.
