Gina sucks and rides him

Gina looks at him another moment. She reaches for the hem of her borrowed oversized shirt.

Gina: I have always had a weakness for terrible ideas.

She pulls it over her head.

Underneath she is wearing very little. She takes that off too with the casual efficiency of someone who has made a decision and is not second guessing it.

She pushes Miles back gently onto the bed and climbs over him, her blonde hair falling forward around her face.

Gina: just so we are clear.

Miles: clear about what.

Gina: this is a one time thing. She looks at him directly. I just really want to enjoy your cock. Once. Is that okay.

Miles: that is extremely okay.

Gina: good.

She works her way down his body and pulls his boxers down. She wraps her hand around him and strokes once, her eyebrows going up slightly.

Gina: okay. She says it quietly, mostly to herself. okay then.

She takes him in her mouth.

She works him slowly at first, her hand at the base, her tongue moving with focused deliberate attention. She is good at this and she knows it, building a rhythm, checking his face occasionally with bright eyes.

Several minutes pass.

She pulls back and looks up at him.

Gina: you are absolutely not close are you.

Miles: I genuinely cannot tell you.

Gina: She stares at him. it's the pill isn't it.

Miles: almost certainly.

She sits up and wipes the corner of her mouth, looking at his cock and then at her jaw with the expression of someone doing a practical assessment.

Gina: my mouth is going to fall off before you cum like this.

Miles: I would prefer that didn't happen.

Gina: She looks at him for a moment then swings her leg over him, straddling his waist. okay. Plan B.

She reaches down, positions him at her entrance, and sinks down onto him slowly.

Her head drops back immediately.

Gina: oh. She exhales. oh that is. She stays still for a moment. wow.

She starts to move.

Slow at first, her hands on his chest, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm. She looks down at him with bright focused eyes, biting her lower lip.

Gina: you know what is genuinely unfair about this situation.

Miles: tell me.

Gina: She picks up her pace slightly. you are in absolutely no state to appreciate what is happening right now.

Miles: I appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot actually.

Gina: She looks at him with mild skepticism. you are high as a kite.

Miles: I am high as a kite and I appreciate it.

She rides him harder, her rhythm building, her sounds getting less controlled with every stroke.

Gina: god. She shakes her head slowly. I wish you weren't.

Miles: yeah?

Gina: She exhales hard. I wish you could actually. She pauses, her hips still moving. fuck me properly right now.

Miles: I'm sorry.

Gina: She laughs breathlessly. no you're not.

She rides him harder, her hands moving from his chest into her own hair, her head dropping back. Something crosses her expression that she does not bother to hide, a thought she is clearly having that she has decided not to examine too closely.

Gina: She says it quietly, mostly to herself. god his cock is so good.

She picks up her speed, her thighs working, completely focused now, chasing something.

Gina: even like this. She breathes it out. even completely out of it.

She does not finish the thought. She does not need to. The comparison sitting behind her eyes is doing plenty of work on its own.

She rides him hard for another minute then stops, slightly breathless.

Gina: okay. She repositions herself, turning around to reverse cowgirl, her back to him now. let's try this.

She sinks back down onto him and starts moving again, this new angle immediately hitting somewhere different. She exhales sharply.

Gina: oh. Oh that's better.

She leans forward slightly, her hands on his knees, working him from this angle with a focused grinding rhythm that is considerably more purposeful than before.

Gina: come on. She says it to him, to the situation, to the pill, to all of it simultaneously. come on.

She rides him harder, faster, her sounds filling the quiet bedroom, her rhythm urgent and relentless.

Gina: oh god. She picks up her speed further. oh his cock. Oh my god.

She tips over her own edge first, shuddering, her grip on his knees tightening, a sharp sound leaving her that she makes no effort to contain.

She keeps moving through it, working him, refusing to stop.

Then he comes, finally, with a long exhale that sounds like something releasing after being held for a very long time.

Gina sits still for a moment, both of them catching their breath.

Then she climbs off, reaches for her shirt, and pulls it back over her head with the composed efficiency of someone who has fully processed what just happened and filed it away cleanly.

She looks at him on the bed.

Gina: how are you feeling.

Miles: considerably better.

Gina: She nods once. good.

She moves to the door, then stops with her hand on the frame and looks back at him.

Gina: for what it's worth.

Miles: yeah?

She holds his gaze for just a moment, something behind her expression that she has already decided not to say out loud.

Gina: nothing. She shakes her head with a small smile. get some sleep Miles.

She closes the door behind her.