Slow and sensual (drill)

“Lie on your back,” I tell Scarlett. She eagerly gets into position and spreads her legs. I line myself up and push my knob into her hot, wet hole, then say, “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby girl.” She looks interested and does as I say, which rotates her hips and shifts the alignment of her fucktunnel so I can go deeper in her.

“Oooooh, this is promising,” Scarlett coos. She crosses her ankles behind my back, and I can feel her pulling me in. I don’t exactly intend to cooperate with that effort, however; I want to vary the menu, slow things down some. Partly, that’s just for the sake of variety; partly it’s because I want to stretch her out and build her anticipation. Most of all, though, I want the feeling of closeness. I’m not in love with Scarlett by any means, but I have had some sort of relationship with her for years now and I do care about her. I want to feel that, and I want her to feel that, not just raw hammering lust (though the raw hammering lust has been great fun).

I lower my head to kiss Scarlett; her lips part, and my tongue slips between them. We kiss hungrily, our tongues dancing and playing with each other, as I slide my fuckstick agonizingly slowly into her hot, wet sheath. She pulls harder with her legs, trying to get me to move faster, but I resist her efforts and hold onto my self-control. I can feel myself trembling with need as we make out, but I want this time to at least start off slow and sensual. I moan into her mouth as I slowly, slowly push deeper into her tight, wet heat.

I always enjoyed getting myself balls-deep in Rowan and then spending a few moments making out with her before starting to fuck her in earnest, and I indulge myself in that pleasure now. Scarlett’s kisses get more and more demanding until finally she breaks off and begs, “Please fuck me, Mr. Harrison, please—take me fast and hard—pound my tight little pussy—please . . .”

I lick and suck my way down Scarlett’s jawline to her ear. I probe her earhole with my tongue, making her giggle, then murmur, “Not so fast, baby girl. We have all night.” She moans in frustration, and I continue, “I think I see a naughty girl who needs to learn a little patience.” I begin fucking her with long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out each time, and trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder and then down the slope of one ample tit.

“Don’t tease me, Mr. Harrison,” Scarlett pleads, “don’t tease me, please don’t tease me . . . Your big cock feels so good, it’s so good in my teeny little cunt, please give it to me harder—harder—” A loud mewl interrupts her words when my lips reach the crown of her breast and I fasten them around its engorged pink tip. I caress it gently, then begin suckling it, flicking and coiling my tongue around it as I do. She starts sounding coherent sooner than I would wish, so I close my teeth so that they just scrape the nipple as I suckle, and she loses all power of speech again with a yowl.

I lift a hand from the mattress and reach down to slide it into Scarlett’s twat. I capture her clit with two fingers and tweak it lightly, then start working it between them. She screams in climax as her body erupts beneath me, thrashing and quaking. I suckle her tit harder, enjoying how it feels in my mouth as her body shakes, and keep fucking her slowly and steadily. She settles back down and says, shakily, “Wow.”

I lift my head to look Scarlett in the eyes and say, “See, baby girl? Getting fucked within an inch of your life is great, but it’s not the only way to cum. Trust me, you’ll cum a few more times this way before I’m done with you. And this way, I get to devour your sweet titties while I fuck you.” I bend my head to the other tit, suck its hard pink point into my mouth, and pull. She mewls as an orgasmic aftershock flashes through her.

“Fuuuuuck,” Scarlett breathes after several long moments. “I’ve never had anyone suck my boobs or play with my button while they’re fucking me . . . I rub my button myself sometimes—why does it feel better when you do it? Ohhh, fuck, rub my clit, Mr. Harrison, rub it harder—suckle me—so good—so good—so close—I’m—cumming—again—” She does, hard, with a feral shriek. I pick up speed a little and shift my hips up and forward so that my driving piston is rubbing against her pearl, then pull my hand out and slide my arms under her back. I embrace her tightly, she wraps her arms around my neck, and I kiss her hard, demanding surrender. She kisses me back with equal passion. I start fucking her as hard and fast as I can, setting the bed shaking, while our tongues fence and we plunder each other’s mouths.

I break off to suckle Scarlett’s ear and murmur, “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum all over my cock. Cum all wrapped up in me. Let me feel your sweet little pussy cum.” I tongue-fuck her ear then and make her squeal.

“Yes—yes—yes—” she pants. “I’m close—so close—you feel so good—making love to me . . . Make me cum, Mr. Harrison—cum in me—cum in my hot teen pussy—fill me with your seed—cum hard in me and make me cum . . .”

I reclaim Scarlett’s lips and kiss her with bruising intensity; I can feel the hunger in her response. I moan into her mouth as my climax floods me like the ocean, deep and powerful and vast. I hold myself deep inside her, feeling my balls unload into her tight, wet heat in a fountain of ecstasy. She clenches me tightly and kisses me hard; a high, wild sound is muffled by my mouth, and she cums hard beneath me. Her creampot milks my cock for every drop it can get.

Eventually I realize my prick has shrunk all the way out of Scarlett’s box and our mingled cum is leaking out onto the sheet. I pull away from her mouth, kiss her delicate eyebrows, and roll off her. She rolls up on her side and rests her head on my shoulder, one arm flung across my chest. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” she murmurs. “That felt—special. You made me feel special.”

“I should,” I say tenderly. “You are special.”