Landing heavily on Paolo, she scrambled to re-align their bodies. Grinding against Paolo, she kissed him, again and again, until the tightness inside her became a painful ache, and this wasn’t enough.
Ripping her mouth away, she looked down at Paolo. Handsome was an understatement. “I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said, a hint of defiance in her tone. She reached for the fastening of Paolo’s pants, then looking down, she started to undo them. It was as if her body just knew exactly what to do, what he needed. “Is it okay if you fuck my mouth first?” she asked.
“Wha–?” Paolo started to ask. “Maybe…maybe you should blow me instead. So you’re in control,” he managed to get out. He didn’t think he’d be able to control himself like he should and he definitely didn’t want to turn that into something traumatic for Cora… because he damned well planned on fucking Cora’s mouth a lot in the future.
He ran his hands up and down Cora’s arms, wanting to reach in and run his thumbs over Cora’s nipples, hear her mewl with pleasure and need but forced himself to remain in control. For the moment.
“There’s a difference?” Cora’s gaze flicked to Paolo’s, but she couldn’t wait for an answer. Curling her fingers around the waistband of Paolo’s pants, she worked them down his hips, her entire focus on Paolo’s hard cock.
It was bigger and thicker than she remembered. Closing her fingers around it, she moved her hand very slowly, learning again what Paolo felt like, exploring him. It was only the fact that she’d straddled Paolo’s leg and was unconsciously thrusting against it, that allowed her to be almost scientific in inspecting Paolo’s length.
“Oh God. Fuck-fuck-fuck,” Paolo hissed at the light, slowly-moving pressure on his swollen cock. “Take the tip in your mouth. Suck on it,” Paolo gritted out. “Bob your head up and down, taking it deeper in your mouth. Your hand–holy mother of–move–up and down–stroke it.” Paolo dug his fingers deeply into the mattress, afraid he’d reach up, grab Cora by the hair, and simply start fucking that sweet mouth if Cora didn’t do something and fast.
The swearing. The urgent demands, jerked Cora out of the momentary lull from her lusty needs. But this, it just drove her right back into the madness. She didn’t know why, but she curled her fingers lightly around Paolo’s sides, splaying her fingers wide, and caressing him, dragging her hands down along his abs to his thighs. The way Paolo lifted off the mattress had Cora groaning, and trying it again, watching the play of Paolo’s rippling muscles as her fingers moved over them.
Cora’s touch was like lightning along Paolo’s nerves. Every part of him reacted to her touch. He’d heard making love to a black woman was like no other, and he was beginning to believe it was true; God knew he hadn’t been able to move on from her like he could normally do.
Seeing the pre-come beading at Paolo’s tip, Cora whispered, “okay, okay.”
She’d explore Paolo again later, but right now she wanted to give Paolo what he needed. Grasping Paolo’s flushed and swollen cock, she moved her hand up and down his shaft, moving it faster when Paolo lifted his hips. Then she dipped her head down, licking Paolo’s tip free of the cum, before parting her lips over it and sucking his crown into her mouth. As she sucked on Paolo, she ran her tongue over his tip, relearning how Paolo tasted, how he felt, how he reacted to her touches.
As soon as Paolo’s crown was surrounded by the heat of Cora’s mouth, he struggled not to just thrust and bury himself deep. Imagining Cora deep-throating him almost made him lose control a second time. He felt fabric rip as his fingers tore at the mattress. “Like that, yeah, more…” he begged, his cock tingling and vibrating.
Cora’s head jerked up at the sound of the material ripping. When it was clear she hadn’t done anything wrong and that Paolo just wanted more, Cora licked around Paolo’s cock, then quickly took him back into her mouth. This time, she took more of him in, and started to move her head up and down. Moving her fist around the base of Paolo’s cock to the same rhythm, but counter to the movement of her mouth, she experimented. Something was off…
She stopped sucking for just a moment, moving only her hand, then she synced up with her hand. That was better, now she could get more of Paolo inside her mouth with every stroke.
“Yeah-yeah-yeah–ungh–” Paolo groaned, glad Cora was sitting on his legs to help keep him under control. Cora kept taking his cock in a little deeper and deeper. And it felt…different. Paolo’s mind was in too much of a needy haze to pinpoint it, but Cora’s mouth was different, or her saliva, and it felt like Cora’s tongue danced and wrapped and tickled his cock everywhere all at once, yet each place was given focused attention. He couldn’t help it and reached up to comb his fingers through Cora’s locks of hair.
Lifting his head to watch, Paolo’s gaze was locked on his cock slipping in and out of her mouth. He gave a small cry as it felt like his cock grew even thicker and more engorged with blood.
Paolo’s fingers twining in her hair, urging her on, inflamed Cora’s desire to please. To make this boy… this man… want her. A part of her knew that it wasn’t fair to someone outside her culture, to make them feel this way. But another part of her had stopped caring the moment Paolo’s mouth touched hers, the moment she’d gotten a taste of Paolo.
She redoubled her efforts, letting her senses take over. Just as she’d known there was a better way to deliver what Paolo needed before, she started to sense what felt good to him. What he craved.
It had never occurred to Cora that Paolo might want some pressure on his balls, but she slipped her hand down and squeezed him lightly, groaning at the sudden feedback of pleasure that hit her. Right there, she learned that moaning around Paolo’s cock added a layer of pleasure, and she wasn’t stingy with it. She moaned, and sucked, and moved faster over Paolo’s shaft.