I wanted to taste him.
Suck my essence off his dick and swallow us both.
The thought of it sent heat swirling through my belly.My heels dug into the mattress.I pressed my pussy into his face.
He eased off, giving me a final lick, before leaving me poised on the edge of heaven.
I cried out in dismay, my voice unheard to my own ears.
Returning his attention to my breasts, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, the clamps found their way home.
I reveled in the sweet sting, the heat that spread to my core until something cold and wet hit my most forbidden place.I froze as his fingers probed gently.Could I give him this?I wanted to.But could I?Like this?Blindfolded?
All epic love stories require a leap of faith.
Trust.
Pressing against his seeking fingers, I gave him that, too.
I felt rather than saw his approval.
No one had ever touched me there before.
A second finger joined the first, stretching me, my nerve endings screaming for him to stop while simultaneously gasping for more.
My nipples stung, my pussy wept, and I nearly cried when he withdrew his fingers.
Something hard and round tapped against my lips.I opened my mouth, the hard, round, bullet sliding over my tongue before tracing the length of my body, rolling through my slit, and pressing against that muscle he’d so recently teased open.
I blew out a breath.
This I’d fantasized about.
A fantasy I revealed all too easily after a few drinks at The Beaver Dam last week.And then he told me exactly how we would do it as I came around his fingers.
I forced myself to relax and push out as he slid it inside me, then held my breath until the pain gave way to pleasure.
Giving me no time to adjust to its size, he twisted it inside me before dropping his mouth, hot and wet over my center.
Twist.
Suck.
Nip.
My thighs began to shake.
Not a single thought in my head other than the burning desire to have him inside me.
As if reading my mind, his big body pinned me to the bed as he slowly thrust inside, making me impossibly full.Every inch of my slick channel pulsated around his shaft.
I wrapped my hands around the spindles of my headboard and hung on.
His chest brushed against my over-sensitized breasts.
His mouth took mine, his tongue filling my mouth with my own taste.
Music pounded in my ears.
