On His Knees by Tabatha Kiss

Chapter 45

Seth

Now this...

This is my favorite view.

There’s really nothing better than watching a woman ride on top. The way women move their bodies. That gentle but grinding sway. The way they close their eyes in concentration. The way their bodies shudder when they ride that dick just right...

“Seth,” Jenna moans.

And yeah. That part is awesome, too.

“Keep going, Fancy,” I say with my arms resting beneath my head. “You’re doing great.”

Jenna opens her eyes and laughs. “Well, don’t you look relaxed,” she says, her body still moving.

“Hey, if you need me, tag me,” I say. “But, honestly, it seems like you’ve got this.”

She bites her lip. “Touch my boobs.”

Yes, ma’am.

I get moving, raising my palms to her breasts. Jenna angles her weight forward, and I hold her up as she rests her hands on my chest. She bounces herself with a subtle twerking motion, rubbing herself on me.

“Oh, right there.” She inhales sharply. “Don’t move.”

I don’t budge a fucking muscle. I let her do her thing while I watch her give herself a few quick, shallow thrusts. My tip throbs from the attention, but I don’t dare come yet and ruin her good time.

“Don’t move,” she says again. “I said don’t move.”

“I’m... not. Not moving.”

“Seth.”

“Jenna?”

Her face contorts. She leans forward again, dropping all her weight into my hands. I happily hold her up as her inner muscles spasm, signaling a climax from deep inside.

Fuck yeah.

Jenna sits back, taking my dick again. She trembles amongst a wave of moaning bliss, grinding and grinding on me until I... oh. Oh, shit.

“I’m gonna come,”I say as I spurt.

Jenna reaches down. She pulls me out and points my tip at her belly. Cum fires onto her navel, some of it spilling onto me as well as we both enjoy the last few moments of our orgasms.

“Goddamn, you weren’t kidding,” I say as I feel her body. “You do like to ride.”

Jenna chuckles. “It’s my favorite way to come.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

She shifts back. And down. “I like the mess it makes, too...”

I watch with wide eyes as she licks the cum off my stomach. “Oh, you’re filthy,” I say, smiling. “You’re a filthy girl.”

“Waste not,” she teases. “Want not.”

I collapse. “I should have fucked you years ago.”

“Would it have been as good?”

“What—” I groan as she takes my entire flaccid cock in her mouth. Won’t be flaccid for much longer if she keeps that up. But that’s probably her plan. “What do you mean?”

She licks the crown. “I mean...” Lick. “Would it have been as good?” Lick. “Without all this baggage and tension?” Lick.

I pause to think, but my blood has abandoned my brain. No? Maybe? Probably not?

“I dunno,” I say, giving up.

Jenna presses her lips against my shaft. She kneads my boys with a gentle touch. I exhale softly. An elegant bliss takes over. Her mouth, open and perfect. Her hand, firm and precise. Her finger, pointed and... pressing directly against my asshole.

“Jenna.”

She laughs. “I’m only teasing...”

She wraps that mouth around me again, and I shudder on command. As promised, her finger never goes further, though she draws a few taboo circles that tickle my thoughts.

“Not really my style,” I tell her.

She shifts up my body, removing her hand. “Let me know if you change your mind,” she says as she licks a bit of stray cum off my chest. “I’ll pop you like a champagne cork.”

I’m fully erect now, gently willed out of entropy by this goddamn temptress. She kisses me hard, her breasts pressing against me. I cup her face, driven wild all over again, filled with primal urges to take. To embrace. To fuck.

“Turn over,” I say.

Jenna obeys with a smile. She shifts off and presents her heart-shaped backside to me. As tempting as it is to tease her the way she teased me, I position myself behind her and align my cock with her slit. She shudders, her body begging for it, but I want her to say it.

“You like that?” I ask.

I rub my crown against her entrance.

She moans. “Yes.”

I give an inch. I take it away. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

My loins quiver. If I’m not careful, I’ll come too soon, but fuck, that pussy looks so good. I’m not even inside and I can tell how tight she is. How perfect she feels.

I might have spoken too soon about this whole one-time thing. Tonight might not be enough.

How could any man ever get enough of this?

“Seth...”She trembles. “Fuck me.”

Music to my fucking ears.

“Oh, I will,” I say, teasing her again. “But first I want you to tell me...” I give an inch. I take it away. “How much you need it.”

“I need it.”

I give an inch. I take it away.

She twitches. “Seth...”

“How badly do you need my cock, Jenna?” I ask. “How badly have you always wanted it?”

She doesn’t answer at first.

I give an inch.

I take it away.

She claws the bedsheets beneath her. She resists for a little longer until...

“I want you,”she says, breathing hard. “I’ve wanted you since...”

I lean forward. “Since when, Jenna?”

“The beach. You said...” Her body pulses. “You said I wouldn’t walk for a week...”

I smirk. “You liked that?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted me to take you?”

“Yes.”

“On the counter?” I give an inch. I leave it. “So close to everyone else?”

“Yes.”

I thrust inside. Jenna’s back arches as she gasps at the ceiling. I take hold of her hair, pulling her back as I lean even closer.

“Fuck, Seth, don’t stop—”

I don’t hold back. I fuck her. Balls deep, I pound her harder, blissfully picturing what it would have been like to fuck her that way. To flaunt it in front of everyone we knew.

This is better, though.

The sneaking. The lies.

Right under their noses.

I fuck her harder, driven by the pure sex in her aching moans.

Our bodies slap together. Fingers dig into skin and sheets. I watch my cock as it slides in and out, glistening wet. I grunt and groan, not caring at all who might hear. The only instinct in me now is to fuck. Fuck Jenna Abrams.

I spank her ass, just like she told me I could. The sound is barely audible over everything else, but the sudden tightness in her cunt tells me she wants more. I spank her again, my open palm connecting with the fleshiest part. Her moan turns high-pitched. Her skin flushes pink. And her goddamn pussy practically squeezes me out.

“Seth, I’m— I’m—”

Oh. I know, Jenna.

Just fucking come.

Jenna grabs the pillow beneath her head. She smothers herself with it, loudly screaming as the rest of her body loses control.

Nice.

I don’t stop. Not yet. I feel the rest of her orgasm from the inside. It’s my favorite part of sex with women, truthfully. That beautiful spasm. That rush of heat and moisture she can’t fake. The way they lose the ability to speak English for a few seconds before their eyes flutter open and they look at you like a fucking god. There’s no better feeling in the world than that, and I sure as hell won’t waste this moment with Jenna.

My balls tighten, and I stop as I cross the point of no return. We had a deal, after all. And Seth Newbury is a man of his word.

“Turn over,” I tell her again. “Show me those tits.”

Jenna happily flops down onto her side. I take her the rest of the way, rolling her onto her back and hooking her knees. I pull her closer, aligning our bodies again, but I aim high as she presents her glorious chest to me. Jenna is a lady of her word, too.

I come hard, the hardest so far tonight. I spill out, covering her perky nipples and bellybutton. Some of it even reaches her collarbone, oh-so-close to her face, but that’s something to savor next time.

Next time.

Next time?

Did I forget again already? This is the only time.

Isn’t it?

Jenna purrs, warm as a kitten by the fireplace. Eyes closed. Chest rising and falling to catch up with her rapid pulse. Spent, trembling perfection. Her skin glistens with sweat and cum, still flushed and pink.

But it’s not over yet.

I lower down between her wide-open thighs. Jenna opens her eyes in confusion, but instantly closes them again as I touch my tongue to her clit. She twitches, so sensitive. I keep my caresses slow and gentle along the bud, being careful not to overstimulate. This isn’t about making her scream anymore.

This is how Seth Newbury makes them come back.

Jenna quivers. She runs her fingers through my hair, ready to push me away... but they never do. I keep my tongue soft. I react as she does, finding exactly the right spot. Her belly rumbles. Her thighs twitch. Breathy gasps fill the silence until she squeezes my hair and moans my name.

The littlest of deaths, but it’ll be worth it later.

As the tension leaves her body again, I kiss her inner thighs. Her mound. Her belly. She touches me, guiding me to her, and I leave a trail of kisses up her neck as I go. Jenna kisses me. Her lips relaxed and tired, but curling into a smile.

“Hey,” she whispers.

I chuckle softly. “Hey.”

“So...” She swallows. “I guess that’s it, then.”

No, it wasn’t.

“Yeah. I guess that’s it,” I repeat.

One more kiss and I shift onto my back beside her. I close my eyes as my other senses run wild. The smell of sex in the room. The sound of her breathing beside me. The taste of her, still so strong on my tongue.

“Seth?”

The feel of her fingers entwining around mine.

“Yeah?” I mutter.

“I’m gonna go.”

“All right.”

She doesn’t move. Her thumb glides along mine.

“In a minute,” she adds. “Just... just need to rest my eyes for a minute.”

“Same.”

“Then, I’ll go.”

“Okay.”

Sex. Breathing. Her.

Her.

Jenna.

Soft and warm.

She says something else; I think. But I’m already gone.

I’m already dreaming of next time.