Free Spirit by Ashe Barker Page A

reach better to massage his cock as well as using my lips and tongue to caress the head. I offer him a quick, enthusiastic smile, then bend to my task.
    Just a few moments later Matt’s hand descends onto my shoulder. I halt, turning my head to look up at him.
    “Enough. Now you fuck me.”
    I pop his cock out of my mouth and kneel up. “Anything you say, oh lord and master.”
    He frowns at me, his mouth twisting into a wry smile.
    “Not yet, baby, but we’re working on it. Now put this on and get busy.”
    He hands me a condom, still in the foil. I experience a moment’s panic. Whilst I appreciate his sense of responsibility, this is a first for me. I haven’t actually put a condom on before. Do they print instructions on the side? I peer hopefully at the little packet.
    “Take it out of the wrapper, pinch the end between your finger and thumb, and roll it on. I’ll help if you get stuck.”
    Under Matt’s expert tutelage I manage to get the condom suitably positioned. Pleased with myself I scramble across and straddle his hips, conscious of my own drooling pussy waiting to receive him. This is another first as far as I’m concerned so I’m not entirely sure how it will go, though the mechanics of the thing seem clear enough. I reach for his sheathed cock between my legs and position it at my entrance, then lower my body onto his. My movements are slow, somewhat cautious, and I daresay Matt could have hastened me along by thrusting upwards. He doesn’t do that though, allowing me to complete the movement until he is fully embedded inside me. I feel full, stretched, a little awed, and very much in control.
    “Squeeze as you lift up, and relax as you go down. Come on girl, look lively.”
    Matt is grinning at me as he issues his commands, but I appreciate his advice. I try few practice strokes before I find my rhythm, and as I settle into my tempo Matt joins in, thrusting against me as I move. The combined effect is glorious, and I throw my head back to better savour the pleasure coursing through me. Every rub of sensation, every ecstatic shiver, every nerve-tingling spasm in my pussy. From his guttural oaths and groans I know Matt is loving this too, and this is an even bigger turn on, to know he is as affected as I am.
    He reaches for my breast and caresses the lower curve before rolling my swollen nipple between his finger and thumb. I arch my back, a silent plea for more. He lifts his shoulders from the sofa to fasten his lips around my other nub and sucks on it as he continues to squeeze and tug on its twin. The combined stimulation sends darts of electricity straight to my core and I know it won’t be long before I come again. I try to dampen the sensation, determined not to succumb until I complete my task. It’s futile. I know it. Matt certainly knows it as he intensifies the pressure on my nipples and uses his free hand to slide between our bodies and circle my clit.
    “Let it go, sweetheart. Let me finish this.”
    “I want… I—oh.” He rubs my clit mercilessly, shattering my good intentions in a moment. My orgasm ripples through my body as I convulse around his cock. I slump forward, clutching at his shoulders for balance but finding none. It is Matt’s arms around me that prevent me toppling from the sofa as my muscles abandon any pretence of being under my control.
    “Shit, baby, that’s so good. Fucking hot, so fucking…” Matt murmurs in my ear, his tone lowering to a growl as his own release seizes him. He thrusts up hard, bracing my boneless form to gain maximum impact as his cock lurches forward. The solid head of his cock is nudging my cervix, his erection filling me totally as he stiffens. The swill of semen is liquid heat as it spurts to fill the condom. My inner muscles tighten in response, my entire body shaking with the intensity of sensation as I spin into some weird half-life before drifting back into the here and now.
    Matt is still holding me, his breath warm against my