"You. Are. So. Beautiful." He punctuated each word with a kiss against my skin. See? Mr Darcy, eat your heart out.
His mouth traveled up my inner thigh, and my legs instinctively tightened before I quickly released them. It was just my luck to experience some good sex, only to smother him.
"You can bury me in your cunt." He glanced up at me, a devilish light playing in his gaze. "You smell so good, I'd happily drown in you."
I rose up on my elbows. No one had ever told me I smelled good before. It was something you read in romance novels, but no one actually said it. But hearing those words from Brian made me wetter, more eager to wiggle my ass down and place my pussy on his mouth so he could experience for himself that I tasted just as good as I smelled.
He seemed to be just as impatient as he roughly grabbed my panties and yanked them down my legs, moving aside so he could slide them down my legs. They caught on one ankle, but Brian was in such a rush to get back to me that he didn't notice. He glanced up before licking his lips, a look of lascivious promise written on his face.
I moaned at the first touch of his lips against my sex. It was a light kiss against the small landing strip on my mound before I felt his tongue stroke my clit slowly yet firmly. I bit my lip, breathing hard as another moan of pleasure traveled up my throat. His fingers gripped my thighs tightly before he moved back slightly and spread my thighs wider. I felt the cool air float against my exposed flesh. My pussy and ass were wide open for him, and by the look on his face, the sight was like Nirvana to him.
He continued to stroke his tongue quicker against my clit as I cried out, holding one leg up under my knee. His other hand started to rub at my open hole, stroking the glistening flesh and coaxing more juices to seep out. All the while, his tongue continued to tease my distended nub.
"Oh, my god," I groaned as I watched him. "Yes!"
He leaned back, removing his mouth from my pussy. "Look at this pretty flesh," he growled. His hand continued to rub at my pussy before his other hand snaked up to rub at the entrance to my ass. My muscles clenched as I watched him, his eyes never leaving my cunt, his lips shining with my arousal.
My eyes rolled back as my head lolled. "Fuck, that feels so good," I encouraged as he continued to rub my two holes. "Right there." I rolled my hips. "Yes!"
His breath blew against my sex, and I shivered on a moan. He started to rub harder on my clit as my legs shook. "Oh, shit, shit, shit," I called out as my eyes continued to roll.
His finger then slid inside my vagina, pumping in slowly as he held my legs back while they thrashed in the air. His mouth replaced my fingers, covering my sex as he mouthed me from the top of my pussy down to my ass. Fuck, I loved a man who wasn't afraid to go there. He devoured my cunt, his tongue stopping to dip inside my vagina, lapping up the juices. His groan of pleasure vibrated through me, mixing in with my cries.
He leaned back, spread my pussy lips wide, and released a long string of saliva aimed right at my open hole. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned before burying his mouth and following his spit. The sounds of his wet slurping and my cries filled my head, making me delirious with wanton pleasure. He continued to spit on my cunt, and lick up my juices before he gave my pussy light taps. He followed the same pattern—spit, lick, tap—until I grabbed his head and ground his mouth against me. His teasing was driving me wild.
He reared back, and I shifted further up the bed. With eyes intent on me, he grabbed his shirt and yanked it off, tossing it aside. Next, his hands unbuckled his jeans before that, too, was shoved down his thighs. My mouth watered when I got my first look at his naked body. He was all broad shoulders, trim waist, and abs.
And his cock.
Fuck.
It was long and hard. The tip an angry blueish red, seeking release. He stroked his hard cock as he stared at me, his gaze an obsessive fiery glare. "That's the sweetest-tasting pussy I've ever had," he grunted, his hand moving roughly up his length. "My cock needs a taste now."
I spread my thighs wider. "Yessss…"
He went to come over me before he swore. He pulled back, and I heard him fiddling with his jeans. I heard a packet tear before he stood again, his cock now covered with a condom. I beckoned him with my finger.
His wolfish grin tugged at my heart as he came over me and I lifted my legs higher to accommodate his frame. He tipped his dick down to rub against my pussy. His length slid up and down my wet hole as my fingers went down to finger my clit. He tapped his dick against my cunt a few times before he finally sank his hard length inside of me.
My hands immediately flew behind me, grabbing the comforter and bunching it between my fingers.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groaned. He held himself still inside of me. I forced my eyes to stay open so I could watch him. The way he stared at me so tenderly and sensuously sprung tears to my eyes. I'd never been looked at so intensely during sex. It was heady. Emotional. Romantic.
But then, my eyes watered for an entirely different reason when he started to thrust his cock deeper into me. One leg was on the floor, his knee on the bed. My legs were spread so wide apart, but that's why I did yoga—so that one leg could be over his shoulder while he plowed into me.
And fuck could he fuck.
He grunted as he pounded his dick inside me. "You're taking my cock so well, baby," he praised, his eyes fixated on our joined flesh.
Little whimpers were coming out of me with each hard thrust. My body climbed up the bed with his movements, and he followed each slide. Both knees were now on the bed, and he pulled back, one hand holding one leg open as he watched his dick piston in and out of me as I held up my other leg, my knee practically by my head. His other hand came up to cover mine under my knee, his hand hard as he helped push my legs back, his hips never losing rhythm.
The burn in my legs and my pussy felt so good. I was getting close to that sweet release, and I didn't even need to rub my clit for it to happen. I tossed my head back, moaning loudly as stars exploded behind my closed lids.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Pleasure shot out of me as my orgasm shook my small frame. My eyes rolled, and spit drooled as I gave into the sweet release that enflamed me inside out.
"Fuck yeah!" he lauded before he bent over me and groaned. He thrust once. Twice. A third time. He threw his head back and moaned my name as his seed shot into the condom.
Our breaths were harsh. Rugged. My body was slick with sweat, and I realized I hadn't fully taken my dress off. Brian gently moved off me, rolling onto his stomach as his back rose and fell heavily. He reached down and rubbed my stomach, caressing me tenderly. His lips touched my shoulder, and I turned my head to stare at him. Our eyes connected, and an electricity of new wonder traveled between us.
