Landing Knox ... cont. 7

I don't know why, but I seem to have Knox on the brain. *shrugs* Oh well, good for you guys, no?

Knox felt her shift backwards, using her hand on his for arms to lift herself, she re-positioned her body so that her legs were outside of his, forcing him to bring his own together.

Once she had him situated to her liking she change positions again, this time Knox opened his eyes and watched as tucked her legs under so that she was standing on her knees.

She rode him like that for long moments, rocking her pelvis in slow tantalizing circles all while doing something magical with those honey-coated walls.  Knox sat forward, brushing aside those rioting coils of dark hair and pressing his lips to the skin on the side of her neck.

 He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as though he was in tune with the brush of every arm hair against her brown skin.

With one hand he immediately found the damp slit between her thighs. Pressing his palm against her pelvis he let his long fingers cup her where she rode him.  She lift just a bit and his fingers came in contact with his shaft as it slid from her body, he pressed on that pulsing vein on the underside of his cock,  marveling at the feel of touching himself while being inside of Kierna.

They danced for only a moment longer before he let his fingers pluck and pinch at that tiny bundle of nerves that had been nuzzling against the callous where his middle finger met his palm.  For a moment he scissored his middle and pointer fingers on either side of it, as if the rapid movement could force it from its hiding place, like the last taste morsel of berry being sucked up from the bottom of a cup throw a straw.

 When she shivered and lost groove, Knox switched his technique. Gently grasping the little bud and jerking it between his thumb and pointer in the same manner has he would stroke his dick. Long Deep strokes starting from the base with a little brush and a tap on the tip. 

He’d let her have her way in a moment but for now he needed her to come apart again. Needed to feel this rush of her release over his dick the way it had washed over his tongue and fingers in the shower.

Nibbling at her ear, Knox laughed when he heard her cussing him under her breathe. He wanted to bring his free hand up to play with her nipples but new if he gave her any room she’d pull away.

Stroke and then tap. Stroke and then tap. Tap. Tap. “ is this thing on baby.” He whispered on a grin.

“It’s not a microphone”

“Ah, but I sure loved speaking into earlier… you seemed to enjoy it, too.”

“Fuck you, jack ass”

“You already are”

“Knox” she keened, bringing her arms up and locking them behind his head, the humor they’d been sharing once again replaced by raw lust and need.

“tell me what you want Kierna” Knox flex his dick inside her as he continued to stroke her clit changing the patter of his taps, speaking Morse code to her body’s pleasure point.

“I can’t…I need.”

“Who says you can’t baby?  Give it to me.”

  Knox knew the moment that her resistance slipped away. The trembling sigh that rose from her throat accompanied her body tensing, and then trembling. Hot, so hot the liquid washing over his dick should have burned him. The ripples of her sweet, sweet pussy clinching and releasing threatened to send him to his own release.

“So beautiful when you come baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me” Kierna hissed over her shoulder as she came back from the brink of heaven once again.