Chapter 30 Warning Rated PG+18 Dave's rough but light hands moved over my hips to reassure me, moving me even more against him. His tongue moved to my tit, making me squirm even more against his growing shaft. The gentle feel of the hair that so sexily framed his shaft rubbed against the insides of my legs and my ass. His shaft, which had never completely gone limp, was growing again, parting the lips of my folds completely around his smooth length. His powerful hands held my tit up to his mouth, while the other clutched my ass, grinding my folds against him even more. His tongue was burning up my tits while his shaft was pushing harder and harder against my aching folds. Never in my life have I been this out of control on the inside. My eyes closed again. I felt light-headed from the amount of blood flowing to my folds. His wonderful shaft was slick from my own juices, rubbing in a steady rhythm against my clit that was about to make me scream in ecstasy. I felt my own hair slide down the back of my ass where his hands were pushing me against him. I was leaning backwards again. God, did I always do this when I was overly turned on? Every forward movement began to make me moan. "Move over!" he instructed, having me sit on the couch. Before I knew it, he was between my legs again, half-standing and leaning against the armrest. The head of his shaft rubbed against my clit softly. I tried to push against him, but I couldn't do very much. His slow, steady rubbing against me almost made me cum right then. I started moaning and rubbing his hips, trying to pull him closer. He seemed persistent in teasing me, and I loved it! His mouth on mine was insistent, but his eyes were almost hesitant. We both knew it was wrong, but it was too late to care. The desire to feel his shaft deep inside of me was starting to overpower my senses. The tower of his massive shaft slid along my folds, getting deeper each time and making me shudder every time he became closer to pushing inside of me. He smiled as I moaned, almost relishing the fact that he was driving me deeper into insanity with every small thrust. My body was turning from a leader to a helpless victim of my deepest desires. I wanted Dave more than I had ever wanted anyone. Finally, he gave in and the head of his shaft slid halfway inside of me. He was even bigger pushing into my folds then he was in my mouth. I heard myself moaning and saying his name as I clutched hold of his shoulder and his head while his tongue caressed mine. He seemed like he was waiting on me, so I pushed the rest of the way, moaning from the pleasure, and soon half of his length was inside me. I moaned so loudly it caught both of us off guard. He was just so big! I held him, kissing him as his shaft gently started moving inside me. The next stroke sent his shaft deeper inside of me, forcing my body apart. I moaned and screamed against his mouth at the same time. His shaft stopped moving but his mouth was persistent against mine. Then he stopped and moved my legs, which ended up with my feet resting straight up flat against the coffee table as I was scooted down the couch. He repositioned himself above me and started moving inside me again, so gently, that it was driving me absolutely crazy. Nobody had ever been so gentle. He didn't push further into me like most men already would have, just slowly moving even deeper as his shaft became even slicker inside of me. I tried to move against him, but I couldn't do it very well. This actually turned me on even more because I couldn't move. He was hitting my G-spot and I began moaning even louder. My folds were absolutely on fire, becoming so absolutely wet as my muscles started to twitch and contract, even in my legs. I was moaning almost every other thrust, clutching his hip and trying to pull him closer to me. I wanted him, deep inside of me. "Please, Dave," I begged, "let me on top!" He laid back down and I took his shaft in my mouth again for a few minutes, rubbing my tongue over his shaft head and down his shaft. He seemed almost to be holding his breath from the pleasure, then pulled me forward and I moved back over him. His hands grabbed my tit and my shoulder. My body started to slide against him again, then tilted, and the next forward stroke missed my clit and nudged my folds apart. He pushed against me and he was inside of me again. I heard myself moaning and saying his name as I clutched hold of his shoulder and his head while his tongue caressed mine. When his mouth left mine, it trailed down to my chest. I started to loosen against him. His tongue circled my nipple and flicked across at his wonderful fast pace. 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