My body explodes around him as I cry out his name into the night. Stars blind my vision as I shatter repeatedly as my orgasm hits me from all directions. His tongue laps up every bit as I pulse against his skin.
“Nothing like having your dessert before dinner,” he licks his lips as I lay panting there. “Now for the main course.” He picks up my limp body and walks us out of the pool toward the outdoor sectional. He sits down, so I’m straddling him. I feel him hard against my stomach, and my hand finds him as I stroke down his length.
He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back with one hand.
“Not tonight, love. My cock is more than ready to fill this sweet pussy, but I need you back on my level again.” His other hand winds in my hair until he’s made a ponytail with his fist. My head is pulled back as he tugs hard, pushing my breasts in his face.
He tightens his hold on both my hands, and I have no choice but to arch back and be at his complete mercy again. My nipple disappears into his mouth as he feasts on me, taking turns to worship each one. His teeth scrape and bite just to the point of pain before he pulls back with a deep suck turning it into pleasure.
His fist pulls harder on my hair, and just when I think it’s toomuch, he backs off, and intense heat shoots through me, making my body feel alive. He knows exactly what to do to send me spiraling into a ball of need.
My hips start to move against him as I slide against his hardness. I can feel my arousal pool between my legs and coat him.
“Now my good girl is ready,” he murmurs, letting go of my wrists but keeping a firm grip still in my hair. “Slide that sweet pussy down on me now and fuck me until you’re screaming my name.” His voice is low and full of control…control, I will gladly hand over to him as my body responds eagerly to his demands.
I lift up on my knees and inch my way down on him. He groans as his eyes shut briefly before searing me with the depths of what he’s feeling.
Using my legs, I set a pace that has my body begging for more. He pulls me down harder onto him, using my hair still bunched in his hand and causing my breasts to bounce with each movement. His eyes never leave my body as he hungrily stares at them.
Lifting my hands, I play with them, knowing it turns him on when I do so. My nipples ache as I pinch and rub them with my fingers before squeezing my breasts hard and pushing them together as they fill my palms.
“I’m going to paint those tits tonight,” he growls, watching me touch myself. “They will be dripping with my cum before I’m done.”
His free hand leaves my hip to pinch my clit hard. Tiny jolts shoot through me as I whimper. He continues to rub me harder until my body lets go for him. I clamp around him and cry out as another orgasm slams into me. I feel him tense under me as he fights to remain in control of his body.
“Fuck,” he grounds out, making sure every last sensation is felt before he releases my hair and lifts me off him. “On your knees,” he orders as I sink between his legs. He strokeshimself hard before he’s coating my breasts with his release. My chest heaves as I watch him come undone before my eyes.
I feel the warm wetness drip down my skin as he hits my throat before ending on my lips. He’s breathing fast as he takes in the sight of me. I swipe my tongue across my lips, tasting the saltiness and enjoying the feeling of being claimed like this.
“You are fucking beautiful covered in my cum,” he says hoarsely. His eyes follow a stream of it as it slides down my chest before dripping to the floor. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
Standing up, he lifts me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around him. He takes us to the outdoor door shower, washing us both before drying me off. Returning to the bedroom, he slides his t-shirt over my body before we return to the kitchen to set the table for dinner. We eat our shared meal together while sipping on wine as I tell him more about my visit with my mom.
Later in bed, he pulls me to him as I snuggle my backside against him.
“I love you,” I whisper sleepily before my eyes drift shut.
“I love you too, hummingbird.” He kisses my tattoo, and I do what I’ve done since the first night I slept in his bed and every night after…I go to sleep with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
LYLA
“Is this really necessary?” I laugh when he ties the fabric over my eyes, leaving me in pitch-black darkness.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “I don’t want you to see the surprise until it’s time.” He starts the truck and backs out of the driveway before heading down the road.
“I thought we were just going out for dinner.” I smooth my hands down the front of my black dress to keep my hands busy. I have no idea what his surprise is.
For the past two months, he has been very secretive. I’ve tried to pry it out of him, but he keeps saying it’s a surprise and he’ll show me when it’s ready. I guess tonight, I will finally know what he’s been up to.
“We are…justaftermy surprise. And no peeking,” he laughs when I tilt my head back to try and look under it.
“Fine,” I mutter.
The truck stops a few minutes later, and I hear his door open. “Stay right there, and don’t move.”
“So bossy.”
