Laughter spills from his lips and it's such a rarity that I keep the sound of it locked in my head.
I twine my fingers in the strands of his wet hair and bring his lips to mine. Taking the lead I press my lips against his and softly peek my tongue out to tease the seam of his lips. He opens for me immediately and once are tongues meet, he takes control. His tongue leads mine in a sensual slow erotic dance. One filled with blinding pleasure and promises of only more pleasure to come.
His hands glide easily against my bare wet skin. His touch sends shocks of pleasure across my body and electricity through my veins.
He breaks the kiss and his lips continue their assault across my jawline, down my neck, and giving equal amount of attention to the tops of my breasts.
Taking my hands he places them above my head and pins them with his hand wrapped around my wrists.
Looking up at me through his lashes he closes his mouth around my nipple and flicks his tongue against the hardened peak. Our eyes stayed locked on each other's, filled with lust, lost in passion, as he gives each of my breasts equal amounts of pleasure.
By the time he's done playing with them I feel like my body is on a tight wire. One more sensual touch from him and I'm going to snap.
As if he can feel my body building to an orgasm he teases my skin with featherlight touches that does nothing to give me the release that I crave.
"Oak," I whimper his name.
Still looking at me he releases the hold on my wrists and kisses his way down my body until his head is settled between my thighs. Wrapping his hands around my thighs he spreads my legs nice and wide. I can feel my arousal pooling between my legs and my face burns.He inhales deeply and the flush on my face travels down my neck and spreads across my chest.
"I want to take my time with you tonight, baby," he tells me in a voice that is deeper. His nose skims along my pussy lips and I can't help the tremble that wracks my body. Then, as if his little teases aren't enough, he drags the flat of his tongue along my slit. My hands fist the duvet as my mouth falls open with a silent scream. "I want to kiss every inch of you." He then kisses my clit before pressing soft teasing kisses to my pussy. "I want to sink my teeth in your skin." Tilting his head to the side he bites down on my inner thigh. There's a sting of pain before he soothes it with his tongue. "I want to bring you to the brink of an orgasm only to deny you because I want your body heightened to every little thing I do to you. And when you finally do come it's going to be all over my cock buried so deep inside you. And then I'm going to do it all over again."
This man is going to be the death of me.
I can feel the arousal dripping from me and Oak looks up at me with a smirk upon his face. "Yeah, my baby fucking loves that idea. Don't you?"
I nod my head.
He then bites down on my clit and this time the scream isn't silent. He doesn't even soothe it afterwards with his tongue. He only looks up at me with a brow raised and narrowed eyes. "What did I say about that mouth of yours, Grace?"
"To use it," I breathe.
"Then let me hear you." I don't even have the chance to argue back because as soon as he lowers his head he thrusts his tongue inside me without warning.
My legs come to cradle his head as I make the inanest sensual noises. His tongue is relentless and he eats me out unlike any time he's done before. Switching from deep and fast to slow torturous strokes that make me go mad with desire.
Heat pools in my lower abdomen and my muscles begin to tense. I can feel the orgasm building and just as I am about to combust Oak stops what he's doing.
Pent up, my body feeling like a fever, and being denied two orgasms already I plead, "Please, Oak. Please let me come."
He licks my arousal from his lips and climbs his way back up my body. Removing the hair from my face he places a soft lingering kiss to my lips. "Tell me you want my cock, baby."
My lips brush against his as I say, "I want your cock, Oak."
"Tell me you want me to take it slow," he huskily orders next.
That's the last thing that I want. "Oak-"
"Tell me you want this to last, Grace." As I look in his eyes I see the hidden meaning.
I swallow back the emotion rising in my throat. “I want this to last, Oak."
He kisses me deeply, slowly. And it's so antagonizing yet so pleasurable. "Then it will," he promises me. And I realize that it’s his own way of saying he loves me.
"It will," I promise him back, my love shining proudly in my eyes for him.
He kisses me once more before aligning our hips and positioning his cock at my entrance. Then inch by delicious inch he slowly pushes his cock inside.
Once he's buried deep, rooted to the hilt, he says to me in a strangled yet hushed voice, "You're perfect for me, Grace. So fucking perfect."
