Our mouths fused to each other; tongues melded as she teased me through our kiss. I felt her smile against my lips and bit down slightly on her tongue. She opened her thighs for me to slip between her legs. I rocked forward, against her, the denim of her jeans excited my cock.
My lips left hers, I needed to taste her all over. I traced her jaw, her neck, her collarbone with my lips. When I sat back on my haunches, pain washed over me. Sweat broke out instantly and my body protested at the movement.
I was still healing and the pain was tortuous, but pain was just a pre-cursor to the pleasure. I would push through and show her what it was like to be worshipped. No amount of pain would stop me from showing this beauty how much I craved her. Heat licked along my shoulder when the bunching of my muscles pulled on the fresh tissues. Pins and needles started to dance in my calves.
Gracie saw I was in pain and floated butterfly kisses over my body before she lifted, her lips hovering over the repaired shoulder. She kissed the area where a stitch had popped free.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kaden.” I studied her closely, a finger ran over her jawline.
“Babe, pain can become pleasure. I want to show you how much fire I have burning deep within for you.”
Her lips curved into a delicate grin. Her hands dropped to the hem of her top and she pulled it off over her head. Her hair drifted over her shoulders and black laced breasts.
“Fuck me.” My voice was a primal groan.
She threw the shirt to the floor, leaned back and I watched as she undid the button and zipper of her jeans, her movements painfully slow. Her eyes never left mine. I watched as she slid her hands under the waistband before pushing the jeans over the soft skin of her thighs and legs. When they reached her ankles, she kicked them off, sending them sailing through the air to the floor. My eyes locked on her sheer black panties and I licked my lips in anticipation. I trailed my fingers along her thighs, stopping at the apex, the lace soft under my calloused touch.
I felt another strong, primal groan vibrate through my body, settling inside my throat.
Gracie’s eyes shone bright with lust and sexual need. Knowing the effect I have on her sent me to the edge, I feared I might fail at controlling myself.
She lifted up, her lips brushed mine with the lightest of touches and my entire body ignited with need.
She whimpered into my mouth. Pulling back, I looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. Gracie responded with a slight nod.
One hand threaded around the nape of her neck, the other gripped her hip. Drawing her mouth to mine, my lips devoured hers, not gentle as I had promised. This kiss and feeling was raw, demanding and full of promise as my tongue invaded her mouth. Trembles wracked my body as a dizzying mixture of pain, fear, desire and lust ran through me.
I pulled back enough to stare down into her eyes, close enough to feel every one of her quickening breaths on my lips.
I slid my hand down between her thighs and felt the wetness coating her panties. My thumbs linked into the waistband and I ripped them from her skin hard and fast. Her breath hitched in her throat; my eyes burned into her. Goose bumps broke out over her body as my fingers slid inside her wet welcoming walls.
“Mmmm,” I groaned out over her beautiful body.
Her teeth latched onto my bottom lip as I slipped my fingers between her wet folds, gliding them back and forth with slow fluid movements, coaxing and teasing her.
I pressed my thumb against her clit and applied pressure. Her beautiful body arched from the bed, deeper into my touch. Tracing lazy circles over her clit, I slid my finger in and out. Unrushed and painfully slow. My cock begged to enter her. My eyes never left hers, as I stared into her ice blue iris’, she consumed me, body and soul.
A whimper left her beautiful mouth as her lips parted slightly. Her stare coaxed me deeper and she began to rock into me, she shook beneath my touch.
The uncontrollable need to taste her overwhelmed me. I nipped at her lips before trailing my lips down her sternum and over the swell of her lacy bra restraining her breasts. I unlatched the clasp and her pert breasts bounced free in front of me.
I groaned as my body hummed with primal need for her perfect body. When I skimmed my mouth around one of her pebbled nipples she sucked in air through her teeth. Her back arched, pushing her deeper against me. My tongue roamed over her nipple, licking and nipping. Her hands found my hair, lacing the strands in her fingers.
When I pulled my mouth back, her nipple between my teeth released causing a popping sound. She moaned with desire; her eyes sparked with sexual need.
Soft, needy moans left her and echoed around us. My cock danced beneath her, stabbing her where it begged to slip into and fuck her until she didn’t remember her fucking name.
A smile laced my lips as my eyes burned into every inch of her body. She trembled beneath me. Her fingers left my hair and sank into the sheets, curling the crisp white fabric between them and pulling up tight.
Lowering myself, I teased her skin with my tongue and pulled at her hair. She writhed with sensation.
I roamed from one breast to the other, down the length of her torso, following the line between breast and belly button to swirl my tongue around and down to the start of her pelvic bone.
My hands found her hips and held her in place as I pushed my tongue between her wet and waiting folds. Her flesh was over-sensitive, I felt it in the way she trembled, she was straining to hold onto her control.
I dragged my tongue along the length of her folds, my fingers slipped in behind my tongue sinking them into the warm flesh. As I lapped at her wetness, taking it all in, her hips jerked upwards, demanding more from me. Her nails bit into the skin of my shoulders, pain radiated from the nearly healed wound. I pushed her hips down into the soft mattress of the bed, a small whimper-laced moan escaped her perfect, plump mouth. So perfect, my cock would look good thrust deep inside it, her rose red lips stretched around the thick shaft.
My own primal sounds echoed in the room which was now swimming in sexual need and desire. Trailing my tongue deep inside her, I found her clit which throbbed and she cried out loudly.
