In an instant, Dyson removed all my clothing from the waist down and after wrapping his hands at my hips, he tilted my ass upward. I straightened my arms, locking them at the elbow and inhaling a nervous breath, holding it in the center of my chest. From behind, I felt him move close, positioning himself behind me.
With one hand, Dyson reached for the middle of my back, pushing me towards the countertop. I gave in to him, angling my body forward while tilting my ass up further towards him. Once flat on the counter, I turned my head to one side, eager to catch a glimpse.
Dyson dragged his fingers along my backside, at last sweeping them to the outsides of my rear and squeezing. My breath came in uncertain, uneven gulps. I tried to anticipate what was to happen next, but nothing could have readied me for the first instant I felt him.
With one hand gripping firmly on my ass, I sensed the heat of Dyson’s body as it approached, an instant before the head of his cock touched my folds. I shuddered, my desperate need for him all too apparent. With the final stretch, I tilted myself in his direction, no longer wishing to pretend this isn’t what I wanted.
Needed.
Dyson lingered there, sliding the shaft and head along my sensitive, exposed flesh. With each pass, I whimpered, writhing and moaning beneath him. The seconds of teasing took their toll, transforming my desperate chirps into needful grunts. And then, after a final few moments of torturous cruelty, Dyson slid himself inside of me.
My entire body flexed, my lower back arched.
“Oh…” I began, gasping for breath. “Oh God, ohh, ohh…”
Dyson descended inside of me. I continue to struggle and try to adjust, my palms sliding across the countertop while I did. Not long after, he paused and then began to slide in and out of me with an easy, steady rhythm. I purred, relaxing into the action of his pelvis. Soon enough, much earlier than I expected, I adjusted to the feel of him within me.
Dyson tilted forward at the waist until I felt the warmth of his upper body brushing against the skin of my upper back. While he moved in and out, Dyson dotted my upper body with a countless number of tender kisses. I felt myself go limp beneath the shower of affection he rained down on me. The strong tension of his grip and the powerful movement of his thick shaft within me stood in contrast to the soft feel of his lips.
Hypnotized, I felt myself begin to slip away with each subsequent thrust. At last, Dyson leaned away again and stood. Never stopping his motion for a second, he tugged my hips towards him and increased his pace.
Over the next few minutes, I drifted away into pure pleasure. Dyson took me from behind, slapping against my backside, the cracking sound echoing off the walls around us. The grunts of his effort and the moans of my delight carried me away to a place I hadn’t been for a long time, maybe ever.
And then, just when I’d begun to ease into the rhythm, Dyson shocked me when he reached down between my thighs and glided the pads of his fingers across my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “I… Oh my God.”
The sensation sent an electric shock through my entire body. Completely unprepared for the moment, I nearly came on the spot. Dyson let out a sinister chuckle but never changed his pace. In spite of my reaction, or because of it, Dyson continued to torture me with his fingers.
“I want you,” he grunted, pausing after a hard thrust. “To cum,” he said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into me again. “on my cock, Ava.”
His words sent shivers through me, causing my breath to catch in my chest.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you and make you cum on me since the second I saw you,” he began. My eyes rolled back in my head. “Cum on my cock, Ava. Do it!”
“Oh shit!” I cried out, squeezing my eyes tight. “Uuuunnhhhh!”
Dyson closed his fingers around my hips like a vice. He began to slam his pelvis into my backside with thunderous cracks. No man had ever filled me, driven me to my breaking point like this. I attempted to lift my head, arching towards him but no sooner had I done so than I felt the force of his palm against my backside.
He pushed me down, holding me flat against the countertop, pinning me there while he thrust in an out of me harder than ever before. No sooner had he done it than the heat of climax entered my awareness. Pinned in place, I felt my body radiate with the beginnings of my release. Dyson continued to massage my clit with a never-ending series of vigorous flicks, all the while claiming me with longer, harder and deeper strokes of his immense dick.
I inhaled a deep breath, mixing a scream and moan together in a sudden burst. The moment was upon me and I mewled, arching my backside into Dyson like a wild animal. Orgasm cascaded across my body and ripped through my mind in blinding waves. Too overwhelmed to scream, I whimpered a low guttural moan, willfully giving myself over to him.
“Yes, Ava, baby,” Dyson whispered. “Yes.”
My release radiated across my body for five seconds, ten—I don’t really remember. Engulfed in the bliss of my ecstasy, nothing entered my awareness until the sudden change in Dyson’s cadence caught my attention.
For so long, he’d maintained a hard, steady motion, hammering away at me with the same power he used when he tore down the straightaway. However, not long after my orgasm started to recede, Dyson accelerated the speed and power of his thrusting.
Drops of sweat from his brow spattered on my backside. I snapped my head to the side, licking perspiration of my own away from my upper lip. In my peripheral vision I caught the ferocity of his movements.
I dropped my head between my shoulders, pinching them together in a hard squeeze. The power of Dyson’s movements began to ripple through my entire body. At some stage, all I could do was hold on.
“Ava!” he called out, pausing and thrusting, pausing and thrusting. “Fuck!”
And then, over the next few seconds, the staccato motion of Dyson’s motion stopped. He froze, pinning his pelvis against my backside and crying out. The tension in my shoulders fell away and I arched my ass in his direction one last time.
Jets of warmth and streaks of heat laced me. I fell forward, resting my cheek on the countertop. The cool feel of it against my skin stood in sharp contrast to the fire Dyson unleashed within me.
Minutes later, exhausted and overwhelmed, Dyson and I collapsed into the couch and caressed. For several minutes, we kissed and enjoyed the solitude and bliss of our shared afterglow.
AVA
With one arm and one leg draped across Dyson’s naked body, I made lazy strokes up and down the center of his torso. My finger moved along in between the ridges and grooves of his chiseled midsection.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
I felt the vibration of his voice inside of his chest.
“Mmm hmm,” I purred, rubbing my face against his skin. “Why?”
“Well, you were pretty upset before. I’ve got to get back out to the track soon. Just want to make sure you’re all right.”
I lifted my head off his chest and looked at him.
“I’m fine,” I replied, smiling. “I need to get going as well.”
A few minutes later, after we’d nearly dressed, I spoke.
“I hope you understand where I’m coming from now.”
Halfway back inside of his fire suit, Dyson looked at me. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged. “Well, just how I worry. You know, about you out there on the track.”
Dyson frowned at me. “I thought we already got past all that, Ava.”
I returned his wrinkled brow with one of my own. “What are you talking about? All I was trying to say is that there is a reason why I feel the way I do.”
Clearly frustrated, Dyson nodded and continued to get into his fire suit. He didn’t speak.
“What?” I began. “What did I say?”