The Heart System Chapter 822

She guided me back to her entrance and slowly sank down, taking every inch until she was fully seated. A soft, satisfied moan left her lips. She placed one hand on my chest for balance and started riding me, rising up and dropping back down in steady, sensual movements. Her full tits swayed under the blue dress with every bounce.

I reached up and cupped both of them through the fabric, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. Eleanor smiled down at me and kept moving, rolling her hips so my cock rubbed deep inside her.

I slid one hand around and gave her ass a firm smack. The soft flesh jiggled under my palm.

"You keep saying you’re old," I said, voice rough as she continued bouncing on me. "But... fuck. You have the tightest pussy, Eleanor."

She chuckled and slowed her movements for a moment, still fully seated on my cock. "Yep. And if you make me angry, I’ll break your dick in half with it. So be careful."

I suddenly sat up, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her down so our faces were only inches apart.

"Noted."

We kissed again, deeper this time. Eleanor started moving once more, riding me with slow rolls of her hips while our mouths stayed locked together.

I started thrusting up to meet her, matching the rhythm of Eleanor’s movements so that every time she dropped down I pushed deeper into her. The wet, intimate sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet bedroom. Eleanor leaned forward a little, bringing her full tits closer to my face. I cupped both of them, pressed them together, and took both stiff nipples into my mouth at the same time, licking and sucking them together.

"Fuck... these feel so good in my mouth," I muttered against her soft flesh. "Soft, heavy... perfect. Keep riding me just like that."

Eleanor moaned, her voice low and breathy. "Yeah... lick them... fuck..."

I kept sucking and flicking both nipples with my tongue while she continued bouncing on my cock. Her walls were starting to flutter and tighten around me in short pulses. I could feel her getting closer with every movement.

"I’m... close," she whispered, biting her lip hard to keep the volume down so Esme wouldn’t hear us from the other room.

"Oh, I can feel it," I groaned, still licking her nipples. "Your pussy is squeezing me like no tomorrow... gripping me so tight every time you take me deep."

Eleanor kept biting her lip, clearly struggling to stay quiet. I gently scraped my teeth over both nipples at once. That was enough.

Her whole body locked up. A muffled, shaky cry escaped her as the climax crashed through her. Warm wetness spilled around my shaft as she trembled on top of me, thighs shaking, soft broken sounds slipping past her bitten lip while the intense waves rolled through her. She kept pulsing and clenching around me for several long seconds, the aftershocks making her hips twitch involuntarily.

Even as the strongest peak began to fade, I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting up into her sensitive, fluttering heat. Eleanor’s movements slowed and then stopped completely; she was too overwhelmed to keep riding me. I simply held her hips and fucked up into her myself, taking over the pace while she recovered.

I finally released her tits. Eleanor leaned back, placing both hands behind her on my thighs for support, and spread her legs wide open. The view in front of me was incredible, her blue dress still bunched around her waist, her full tits rising and falling with every breath, her wet, freshly-climaxed pussy stretched around my cock as she started grinding in slow, deep circles instead of bouncing.

"Fuck... you have such a delicious dick, Evan," she murmured, voice still husky from her orgasm. "I love it... the way it fills me up..."

She kept grinding, rolling her hips so that my cock rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her. The wet friction, the tight heat, the sight of this mature, elegant woman using me for her own pleasure after just coming hard on my cock, it all pushed me right to the edge. My cock throbbed heavily inside her, the pressure building fast in my core.

I was getting dangerously close. The tight, wet heat of Eleanor’s pussy grinding on my cock, the way her mature body moved, the soft weight of her tits, the quiet moans she kept trying to hold back, it was all pushing me right to the edge. I groaned deeply, the pressure coiling tight in my core, and forced myself to pull out before I lost control.

"Not yet," I muttered, breathing hard.

Eleanor looked down at me, still flushed and slightly dazed from her earlier orgasm, her blue dress bunched around her waist. I sat up, guided her off my lap, and turned her around so she was on her hands and knees on the bed. She immediately arched her back for me, presenting that soft, perfect ass. I moved in behind her, rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down her slick folds a few times, then pushed back inside in one long, deep thrust.

We both moaned as I sank to the hilt.

I started fucking her from behind in steady, powerful strokes, hands gripping her soft hips. Every time I bottomed out, her full tits swayed beneath her and a soft, wet sound filled the quiet bedroom. The new angle let me go deeper. I could feel every flutter and clench of her walls around me.

"Fuck... look at you," I said, voice low and rough as I watched my cock disappear into her again and again. "Bent over for me in that blue dress... taking every inch so well. Your pussy feels incredible like this, Eleanor."

She pushed back to meet my thrusts, her short blue hair falling slightly into her face. "Evan... you’re so deep..."

I reached around and cupped one of her heavy tits, squeezing the soft flesh while I kept fucking her. Then I slid that hand lower, found her clit, and rubbed slow circles over it in time with my thrusts. Eleanor’s moans grew a little louder before she bit her lip again, still trying to stay quiet for Esme’s sake.

"You don’t have to be completely silent," I murmured, leaning over her back. "I want to hear how good this feels for you. This tight pussy is gripping me so perfectly... like it was made for my cock."

I changed the rhythm, long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in to the hilt. Every time I did, Eleanor’s body shivered. I gave her ass a few firm, open-handed smacks, watching the soft flesh jiggle, then gripped both cheeks and spread them so I could watch myself stretching her open.

"I could stay buried in you for hours."

Eleanor let out a breathless little laugh that turned into a moan. "You’re... very good at this, you know that?"

"Only because you feel this good." I leaned down further, pressing my chest to her back, and kissed along her shoulder and the side of her neck while I kept thrusting. One hand stayed on her hip; the other continued rubbing her clit. The dual stimulation made her walls start fluttering around me again.