Held

Lydia rolls her hips slightly forward and back and settles her weight onto me. Reading my mood, she keeps my cock rooted in her warm cunt, but works the muscles of her channel along my length. Her practiced grip starts at my base and ripples up to the tip, again and again, as if pulling me deeper with every stroke. Her eyes are fixed on mine while she concentrates on the action inside her.

As my climax builds she leans forward and brushes her hard nipples across my chest. Inside, she holds the tip of my cock and gently rocks, slipping me in and out of her tight grip. My breath catches at the stimulation, and she smiles at her success. With just a few more movements she has me on the edge, then pushes me over with a hard squeeze. She milks my cock as it pulses, until I'm still again.

Sitting up again, she pulls away and takes my wet cock in her mouth, quickly cleaning me of our mixed juices.

I know what he enjoys by now -- once I've mounted him, he wants me to massage his sex with mine, extracting his orgasm with almost no motion. With practiced precision, I remain planted on his body but squeeze first the base, then the middle, then just beneath the tip, stretching him deeper.

His hips start to rock in time -- he's getting closer. I lean toward him, lifting up slightly until his tip is just at my entrance, and rock slightly while squeezing, willing his orgasm to come. He grunts softly and I know we are just seconds from the finish. One more, two more rocks and I lean back, sheathing his length in my depths as his orgasm drums through us, milking the cum out with a rolling grip.

I know this is just the beginning of a good day -- we will probably both stay in the house all day! I want him to stay pleased with me, so I lift my hips off his still-hard member and use my tongue to clean off the mess.