Fucking in a rocking chair [MF][teasing]

We had reservations for dinner that night but i was able to meet her place a little early telling her I was worried about traffic on a Friday night. She said she’d be still getting ready and I knew I would be able to put my very evil (to her) plan into motion. I arrived and she was still in her chill clothes (how do women not know how insanely sexy they can look that way). We kissed with all the pent up lust and passion that had been bottled off over the last few days since seeing each other last. Breaking off because she said she needed to get ready, I continued our conversation from earlier. I resumed picking her brain about a subject she was really passionate about and knew quite a few really good books to get more information. As she she talked, I looked around and found a paper and pen which i grabbed. She looked at me quizzically as I put them down on the nearby nightstand. “Write down the names of the books,” I asked, with a bit of firmness in my voice. She said she’d just email me the names but I insisted. She sighed and bent over to start writing down the names on the paper. I quickly stepped behind her, pressing my body into her and wrapping my left arm around her waist. With a good hold on her, I slipped my right hand under the waistband of her pants and right to her perfect pussy. She gasped and stopped writing and my fingers spread her labia apart. “You said you knew of more books,” I growled low in her ear, “keep writing.” She shuddered, either from my words, my tone, or my fingers firmly teasing her pussy.

As she started to write the next title on the list, I moved my middle finger inside her slowly, careful as her brain hadn’t caught up to her body and released the flood I knew was soon to come. Placing the palm of my hand on her clit, i started to move my finger around inside of her, gathering her wetness so I could use it. She moaned and dropped the pen as she felt my fingers on her g-spot. “Pick it up,” I said, “you haven’t even finished the title and I can barely read it. I’d hate to have to make you start over with the list.” She surprised me as her legs got weak and only my arm around her waist kept her upright. I got her back in position to write and my fingers gathered up her wetness and I moved to her swollen clit. She almost dropped the pen as she let out a moan but managed to keep a hold of it. I started to work her clit with my fingers in the rhythm she had guided me to the last time and held her tight as she started to tremble. “You better not cum before you write down the 3rd book you said you enjoyed or I’m going to make you start all over again.” She made a noise that was half pleading, half moan but she knew I was serious as she took a very deep breath, legs trembling, and began to write even quicker. As she wrote quicker, I increased my pace on her clit, making it a race that I didn’t know who would win. She finished the very last word as her legs squeezed so tightly together, and I felt her whole body spasm as she very vocally came. Slipping my hand out of her panties, I held her close (and upright) as she shook through her orgasm.

Being able to tease her so viciously and make her cum so hard had caused quite a response in my pants and soon she stepped away from me, spun around, and pulled my own pants down as she knelt in front of me. Taking my cock between her perfect lips, she began to suck and lick me as intensely as I had touched her. She was able to take all of me in her mouth and quickly had me moaning loudly as my legs started to get weak. She looked up at me and I knew we needed more. Needed it now. I pulled her up, pulled my pants off as she pulled her off, and looked around for something to use. Spotting a rocking chair, I moved us toward it, our lips on each other with our tongues touching and expressing how urgently we needed to be fucking. I eased her down into the chair, went to my knees, and found it was the perfect height to slip my throbbing cock inside her deep. I usually wait to enjoy that feeling of first sliding inside a wet and needy pussy but this time, I needed to pound her hard. She looked at me and I knew she wanted it hard too.

Grabbing the arms of the chair, I started thrusting myself into her and was surprised when the chair moved with my thrusts. Looking into her beautiful eyes, we both realized the benefit of this particular piece of furniture. We both grabbed the arms of the chair as I adjusted my angle to make use of the rocking motion and started to move the chair and my hips to pound her soaking wet pussy. The sound of my cock slipping in and out was so insanely sexy but was quickly replaced by her moans and my grunts as I pounded myself into her. The feeling was insane as the pressure built and built and as I felt her pussy contract around me, I needed to cum so bad. The feeling overwhelmed me and I felt my cock spasming over and over and over. At some point, we both stopped rocking, but I have no idea how long it was. Still breathing heavy and fast, I said “Ready for dinner?”

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