Nolan was a Greek god, and he was all mine.
He moved us from the doorway to the wall, pressing my back up against it. He kissed his way from my mouth, down my jaw, to my shirt, easily lifting the thin material off my head. He buried his face between my lace-covered breasts and tugged at the straps, sliding them down my arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lyra. I promise to worship you every day. Every damn day if you’ll let me,” Nolan said as he fell to his knees before me, his hot mouth moving from my breasts down my stomach. When he reached the top of my leggings, he hooked his fingers inside on the waist and tugged the material downward, sliding it over my ass and leaving me in a red string bikini thong. At least I remembered to choose nice underwear.
My leggings settled around my ankles, and he gently pushed my legs apart before burying his face between them and inhaling my scent, with only the thin piece of fabric from my thong between his mouth and my skin. My hands found his hair and got tangled in the strands as he inhaled deeply and groaned. The stubble on his face rubbed against the tender skin, and my head fell back, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through me.
Nolan pushed the damp fabric to the side with one finger and dipped his tongue inside, slow and gentle at first, the feelings rushing through me anything but. My hips moved back and forth as his tongue moved up and down my seam, tasting andexploring, flicking it against my clit before sliding his mouth over and french kissing my pussy like it was my mouth.
“Holy shit,” I cried as he kept up the torture, and my hands shook from holding his hair, my fingernails digging into his scalp.
“Fuck, sweet thing, you taste so damn good. Like honey on my tongue, I can’t get enough,” Nolan said before burying his face once more and placing each leg of mine on each of his shoulders. With all of his strength, he stood up straight, my pussy now level with his face, my body now in the air, still pressed against the wall.
He continued to eat me out, and my orgasm built higher and higher. I looked down at him, unable to believe I was on his shoulders and getting eaten out at the same time.
Higher and higher my orgasm climbed, and when Nolan nipped at my clit, I was a goner. It crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I cried out his name as my legs squeezed the sides of his head.
My head fell back against the wall as my orgasm turned my body into jelly, and Nolan kissed my pussy a few times before kissing the insides of my thighs. He slid us down the wall slowly and got on his knees, laying me down on the floor in front of him.
While he watched with intensity, I slowly removed my bra, my breasts tumbling out, my body now fully naked and bared for him and only him.
“Have your way with me, Nolan. We’ve waited long enough.”
“We certainly have, princess. We certainly have.”
CHAPTER SIX
Nolan
She tastedlike the best damn treat I’d ever had. I lapped up her orgasm, delighting in the way she easily came undone for me.
But before I could slide inside her, she wagged her finger at me to come closer to her head, from where she lay on the floor. She undid my button and unzipped my fly, her small hot hand sliding inside and wrapping around my semi-hard dick. She pulled it out and licked her lips, admiring it before motioning for me to get lower.
“Fuck my mouth,” Lyra said as I moved my dick closer to her mouth, running the head of it over her lips. I gently pushed my way inside, her lips parting and spreading wide open for me, my dick thickening by the second. Her pretty red lips encircled my dick, and she looked so fucking gorgeous spread out beneath me, in her full nakedness.
When her mouth closed around the head of my dick, it was all I could do not to come right then and there, the ache of desire overtaking my body, needing a release.
Lyra sucked my dick into her mouth greedily and took her time licking and sucking and exploring with both her hands and her mouth, my dick and balls getting all the attention.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, growling as I watched her slurp my cock down like a damn fucking champion.
“Fuck yeah, baby girl, that’s it. Take my cock down your throat. Be a good girl.”
Lyra smiled around my cock, and I must’ve died and gone to heaven. She was the most perfect fucking woman for me, and I was madly in love with her. I had been since the first time we kissed under the mistletoe.
She kept up with my thrusts like a champ, and before I knew it, I came hard down her throat, my thunderous roars shaking her whole damn cabin.
But I wasn’t done with her yet.Oh hell no.
I gently slapped her mouth with my dick before sliding down her sexy body and gently laying her back against the floor. I kissed her sexy lips and rubbed my semi-hard cock against her thigh. It wouldn’t take long before I was hard and ready for her again.
My hands ran over her soft, fleshy curves, loving the feel of her body beneath mine, her soft to my hard, her curves to my ridges. Hands and mouths explored as our bodies tangled together into one, and my dick slowly came back to life.
Lyra’s breasts fit perfectly in my hands, my rough palms scraping against her hard nipples, replaced by my mouth sucking and licking, and back to my hands. She arched her back and rubbed her wet pussy against my dick.
“How bad do you want it, princess?”
“So fucking bad. I waited too long.” She panted as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
