Free Show Off by Emma Jay

then two inside her, while his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. She was so occupied with watching him that she barely registered the sensation of his lips on her stomach, his head moving lower.
    And then his head obscured her view of her cunt on the screen, his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue darting into her pussy with short little strokes, exciting nerves she didn't know she had. Her juices coated his tongue and moans tore from her chest as his tongue slicked up over her slit to circle her throbbing clit before sipping it between his lips, sucking on it, dragging his tongue over it. She curled her fingers in the blanket at her sides and lifted her hips against his face until her orgasm blew her apart, the sensations shooting from her pussy through her blood, her clit pulsing in his mouth, her cunt clenching the fingers he slid inside her.
    Then both his mouth and fingers were gone and her eyes flew open. She looked into his eyes as he rose onto his knees and levered himself up her body, gliding his chest over her belly and breasts, just as she'd always fantasized.
    "I want to come naked inside you,” he murmured, his gaze on hers. “Let me come naked inside you."
    "Yes!” She slid her hands down his sides to his hips, his ass. “God—"
    He didn't need more encouragement. He was inside her, thick and hard, her cunt still spasming from her orgasm, squeezing him, and he lowered his head to the curve of her throat, Spanish spilling from his lips, reverent, punctuated with groans of pleasure. He shifted his weight on one arm so he could touch her, his hand in her hair, her cheek, her jaw, her breast.
    "I love feeling you on top of me.” She coursed her hands down the muscles of his back, curving over his flexing ass. “It makes me feel so sexy, so ... oh!” She moaned when he pushed deep, so deep it bordered on pain.
    "Yes?"
    "Oh, yes."
    So he repeated it and their rhythm shifted, slowed. She trailed her fingers over his cheek, into his hair, as she looked into his dark eyes, an emotion slammed through her, stronger than her orgasm, shattering her worse than the sexual pleasure. She wanted to say the words that bubbled up in her, but instead turned her head to capture his mouth with hers, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, and let the words echo in her head.
    "Feels so good,” he said against her mouth. “I love being able to touch you, to taste you. But I can't come this way."
    Disappointment shifted her off the tracks but she fought her way back. “You want me on top?"
    He parted her lips with his, dipped his tongue inside even as he pulled his cock out. “On your knees. Will you get on your knees?"
    She sat up, kissed him long and deep, then knelt and turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder at him. He trailed his fingers down her spine, his lips trailing, and she shivered when he reached the small of her back before he framed her hips in his hands, pushed her forward so she was on all fours. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, then thrust into her, filling her, stretching her, pushing her toward her next orgasm. He bent over her, covering her, and the Spanish became more sporadic, the phrases shorter as his thrusts came deeper, harder, faster, his hips slapping her ass, the sound of him sliding in and out of her making her crazy so that she drove back against him.
    He eased back on his heels, bringing her over him, her back to his chest. She glanced up and saw they faced the camera, that her pussy was open to it, and on the screen she could watch Vicente's cock moving in and out of her cunt, his thighs holding hers open. He glided his hands over her breasts, plucking the nipples into hard peaks, down over her belly to part her labia with his fingers. She moaned and ground her hips to his as his middle finger hovered over her swollen clit. She slid her hand down his arm to cover his hand, press him against her. That was all she needed to tip her over the edge and