Elizabeth's P.O.V-
The lovemaking wasn't going so well.
It was hard for him to rub me between my legs and hold himself up. I forgot his arm was bad. He lets go of my lips and rolls over on his back.
"This isn't going to work, E. If we're going to have sex, you have to be on top."
That makes me sit up, back erect, "What! No way. How about I hold you up and we can do it like that." I suggest.
He lifts a brow, "Elizabeth, I'm pounds of muscle, you can't hold me up with those weak arms. You're going to have to be on top."
"No!" I practically scream.
He holds himself up with one arm, looking at me with curiousness, "I remember you telling me that you had a bad experience with being on top. Do you want to maybe talk about it? We can't always have sex in the same position, it gets boring."
I tell him the story, "In high school, I had sex with my second boyfriend. At that time, I had never been on top before, my first boyfriend insisted on being the one in charge, and I never objected because I didn't know better. This boy really wanted me on top, so I did it. He laid there for over twenty minutes while I rode him, and not once did he even seem a little aroused. I asked him did he come and he flat out said no. I don't know, I felt inexperienced and embarrassed."
He looks at me with a sincere look in his eyes, "Baby, you know I would never do that to you. Also, I'll teach you how to ride as we do it."
I turn to him, "How are you going to teach me? You never rode someone before, have you?"
He laughs, "No, I've never before. What I'll do is guide your hips, to make it feel good for me and you both. Trust me, ok. It's like riding a bike, you trust me?"
I think about it for a minute. I trust Andreas, I trust him with my life to be frank. I had one bad experience; I can't let that hold me back. I was able to drive a car, something I thought I would never be able to do and look at me now.
"Ok, but help me out."
"You know I will."
That's when we start.
I watch as he scoots back on the bed, his head laying on the pillow and body lax on the bed. He's already got his pants and underwear off; his penis is out and erect. My eyes zoom in on it, and the only thought that comes to mind is if I'll be able to take all of him. He's big, maybe even too big. I took him from behind and on my back, but he did all the work.
I can do this.
"Come on, baby." He says softly, ushering me over.
"I want to do things my way for now, is that ok?"
He smiles, "Do your thing."
I crawl towards him; my hands start to rub his body. I start with his legs, feeling his strong leg muscles under my hands. They were big and beefy; he could probably wrap them around my neck and choke me. As I do this, I watch as his eyes dilate, how they watch my every move with anticipation and intrigue. His dick twitches as my hands get close to it, but I don't touch it, I want him to beg me as I do him.
Instead, they move past his dick to his stomach and chest. I love the feel of his abs, how hard and ridged they were. It was my favorite part of making out with him, his stomach. I lean down and start to kiss each one, licking the crest of his abs. His stomach jumps under my lips, I smile against his skin. I love that I can make him feel like this.
Only me and no one else.
My tongue finds the dragon tattoo that I've come to love. I begin my ascent from the head, dragging down to the body and the tail, then I trail my finger around the shape. "It's so beautiful." I leave the dragon at peace and move to his bright pink nipples. One finger plays with the hardened nipple while my tongue swirls around the other. I suck and nibble on it, his fingers run through my curly hair, tightening his fingers as I bite it.
"Be gentle," said Andreas, breath haughty.
"I can't make any promises." I get tired of his body and start to kiss his face. His eyes are the best feature of him. How they dilate when I kiss him and when he looks at me, such a simple look that holds so many meanings.
I love you.
I care for you.
I want you.
I need you.
They flutter close when my lips touch them ever so lightly. I show the same love to his cheeks, nose, chin, and then finally, my happy place, his lips. Oh god, I may die if I'm never able to kiss these lips again. They fit together like a puzzle piece. I can feel his tongue fighting against mine, as usual, he wins.
He just doesn't know I let him.
As our lips speak the language of our love, my hand feels around for his penis. When I grab it, he jerks and curses against me. I start to stroke slowly, "Have I told you how much I love this?"
"No, this will be the first." His words come out breathy. "That feels so good." We both look down at my hand jerking him. It turns me on to see him watching it, watching how good I can make him feel.
"You like it when I play with your cock like this, you want me to keep going?"
"Don't fucking stop." And I don't.
I lean closer to him so he can kiss the top of my breast. "Mark me," I tell him. He sucks the skin, leaving red blotchy marks.
Love marks.
When I'm in the bathroom tomorrow getting ready, I plan on standing in the mirror and relishing, how his lips felt and how I can't wait to feel them again.
"Undress yourself for me. I want to watch those titties fall out of your bra." He smacks my ass.
I loom over him, my legs straddling his waist. I start with the bra. It snaps under my fingers and I slide it off my body, throwing it on the floor. When my boobs hit my chest, he heaves a breath. "God damn." He mumbles and I blush. That will never get old.
Hands slide down my body to the last garment that needs to come off, underwear. I pull them down and they land next to my bra. Before I can do anything, his hand cups my vagina. I gasp, not expecting that.
"This pussy stays wet for me, I'm so fucking hungry Elizabeth." His fingers graze my clit, teasing the hell out of me. "I want you to rub your pussy against me, alright."
"Alright." I parry. I take his penis in my hand and rub the tip against my vagina. I can feel it press against my entrance as I press harder. When I look down, I see it glistening. My juices have dripped all over him, and from the way his eyes are glancing between us, he loves it.
I brace my hand on the bed as I enjoy this feeling. I need this penis in another location. I move it up to my clit, flicking his head against it. He moans, "That's right, Elizabeth, fuck that clit with my cock." He smacks my ass again, earning a hiss from me. His two fingers move between my legs, spreading my lower lips to show more of my clit to him. He likes seeing my clit and the head of his penis kiss. "Pretty little fucking clit, I love seeing you get yourself off, turning me the fuck on." His hand slithers behind me, pressing his finger against my entrance, teasing me.
"Put that finger inside of me right now." He pushes it in and my body jerks. With his finger inside me and dick playing with my clit, I might- I just might-
"I'm coming, baby. I'm about to come all over your cock." I mumble.
He pulls me up by my hair, making me look at him as my eyes flutter close and I release all over him. My body freezes as I feel the pleasure rippling through me. It takes me a minute to recuperate, and Andreas waits for me too. Through my hazy eyes, I watch as he licks my juices off his finger.
"Are you full?" I ask.
"Not yet. Ride me, Elizabeth."
I could hear the command in this voice and the want. This was it, I'm in charge now. My breath shakes inside my body as I grab the condom from the bedside table. When he sees my hands shaking, his hands come on mine, soothing them.
"You'll do amazing, I know it." His kind words reassure me.
I put the condom on him, making sure the tip is sticking out just like he taught me. I align my entrance with his penis, and slowly, I ease it inside of me. I was right, it's going to be a challenge taking all of him.
He sees me struggling and grips my hips, "Tightest fucking pussy ever. Take your time Elizabeth, widen yourself for me, you can do it." I ease him in more and more until I can feel him in my stomach. "What a good girl taking all my cock. Now, next, you're going to move your hips, slowly, I don't want to come too quick."
I nod my head. I ease my hips up, then slam down on top of him, we both groan at the same time. I've seen that done in some movies and how guys like it, and from the way Andreas's eyes fluttered, he did. So, I did it one more time. Feeling him slide in and out of me, it's the best feeling on earth.
I do as he says, slowly moving back and forth. "Are you feeling anything?" I was so nervous.
"Yeah, it feels fucking amazing." The words cradled me in. "You are so beautiful, it's almost impossible to think someone as beautiful as you could exist. That I get to have all of this." His eyes flow down my body.
That's when all nervousness goes out the window and I take over.
I canted my hips, and start moving at a regular pace on top of him. His dick keeps hitting my clit, sending pleasure throughout my body. I hone in on that feeling, placing my hands on his chest as I ride him. "Awe fuck baby, I guess you don't need my help."
"How am I doing?" I ask through the moans.
Both hands dig in my ass cheeks, "You're doing so good, such a good fucking girl." As I move faster, my boobs keep hitting my chest. I follow Andreas's eyes to see him staring hungrily at them.
I grip my left breast, "You want my tit, Andreas?" He nods his head eagerly. I lean down and feed him my breast. I insert the nipple into his mouth, watching his tongue swirl around it. As he sucks, I ride him. Under us, I can feel the bed starting to squeak, but it doesn't stop me. My boob pops out his mouth with a wet sound, he sucks on the right one for a few seconds, then takes it out and palms them both.
"You're gripping me, Elizabeth." He curses, I clench my muscles around him, knowing that it drives him insane. My hand clutches the headboard as I grind my hips. "Who's my good girl?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"I- I am!"
"Don't you forget it."
"I don't know how long I can hold it, Andreas."
"Then don't, come all over my cock, Elizabeth. Do it now!" He smacks my ass two times in a row, then I release myself all over him.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," I say over and over again. He holds me in his arms for dear life as my legs shake and quiver. He comes right after.
Even after he's come, he shoots his hips up pounding his dick inside of me. I try to lift myself, to relieve the enormous amount of pressure I'm feeling, but he holds me in a tight embrace. I can feel all the air being sucked out of my body. His balls smack against me. The only thing I can let out are tiny gasps. My face cradles in his neck, biting down on the delicate skin.
He's ruining me.
He whispers in my ear, "I'm not done yet, just hold on. I need some more time inside of you." I nod my head. He keeps up the movement, moving even faster. He comes again, the semen is so much that it slips out of me. "That's better". He says as he comes down. My fingers dig into his arm muscles as another orgasm overcomes me. My hair is all over the place, some in his mouth.
He pushes my hair off my face and kisses the side of my head, "You did so well, baby. Thank you for holding on, I just needed more of you." He coddles my head. "I don't know what your ex was talking about, God damn I don't think I'll be able to function tomorrow. I came at least three times. You fuck so good." That earns a bashful smile from me. He chuckles when he sees it, caressing my cheek.
I kiss his sprained arm as I lift myself out of him. We both breathe heavily as we see his semen seeping out of me, down my leg. He slathers some up on his hand and rubs it on my vagina. I scoop some up with my finger and lick at it.
"I'm madly in love with you, Elizabeth."
I laugh, cradling his face. "So am I."