I come in a sudden rush, my cry a breathy squeal as my body spasms around his fingers and a new surge of wetness spills over them.
“Fuck, so pretty when you come.”
I can’t control my expression. My forehead is bunched up tight, my mouth working out gasp after gasp, and my eyes… they’re held in place by a devilish blue gaze full of filthy intent.
“Sullivan,” I gasp, my lungs clawing in deep breaths in order to cope with the blinding pleasure that’s taken me out like a bat to the knees. “Oh my God, Sullivan.”
Notes wring out from the piano as I grip onto his hair and keep coming around his fingers. I can’t stop. It’s like one orgasm has been pushed into another, then another.
“Look at you,” Sullivan groans. “Fucking look at you.”
I jerk and fall into another ripple of needy clenches around his fingers before my orgasms begin to subside.
Sullivan keeps kissing me leisurely, over and over, murmuring about how good I taste as I catch my breath.
“That was…” I pant.
“Can you take a bit more?” His eyes swim with lust as he tongues my clit again, making a soft whimper fall from my lips.
“Y-yes.”
He slides his fingers from inside me, holding my eyes as he sucks them clean. My legs tremble, and he holds out a hand, helping me to my feet. He kisses me without warning, scrunching up a handful of my hair as he pulls me close and groans softly, filling my mouth with my own taste.
“So delicious,” he rasps, letting his lips linger over mine for a beat.
I curl my fingers around his as he leads me to the new sofa and turns to face me, pulling me into another heady kiss.
The sound of his belt buckle and zipper being undone has my thighs clenching in anticipation.
“So damn sexy,” he growls, kissing me again before dropping to the sofa and pulling me down to straddle him.
“I love your curves.” He runs his hands up my thighs and grips my hips, circling me over the straining dick that’s fighting to get out of his pants.
I bite my lower lip at how big and hard he is.
He tips his head back against the cushion, his dark gaze intent on me as I reach between us and push his pants down out of the way, freeing his cock. I rub myself up and down it, smearing it in my wetness.
“Ride me,” he whispers.
“You want me to ride you?” I whisper back, leaning in to kiss him lightly on his flushed lips, loving the way his voice has taken on a rough, pleading edge.
“Fuck, yeah. Slide down onto it, Baby.”
I hold his eyes as I position the slick head of him against me. Sullivan’s pupils dilate, and his teeth sink into his lower lip in a long hiss as I take every inch of him slowly, until I’m full and fluttering around him.
“Damn,” he rasps.
His fingers flex on my hips, and he eases me up, then pulls me back onto him with a groan. I rest my forearms on his shoulders as we work together, rocking and grinding.
“So fucking good.” He grunts, lifting his hips each time so his balls meet my skin.
“So, so good,” I agree, circling down onto him, loving the way he feels filling me.
He tears open my shirt, unhooking the front fastening of my bra.
“Damn, Baby,” he growls, watching my breasts spill free.
He pulls me to him, pinning himself between me and the sofa as he drags his tongue over each breast and kisses the swells of skin.
