“Who’s in charge?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“You.”
“Don’t forget it again, baby girl.”
How could I?But I am feverish, craving more—wanting everything at once. That he never stops, so the dream never ends.
I should savor this moment as he tries to make love to me, because afterward it’s going to be rough—like he is. I don’t care. My body is his to do with as he pleases.
While his touch creates a path of goose bumps, his mouth peppers kisses over my chest. My nipples harden, desperate for more of his ministrations.
His lips tug on my nipple, sucking gently before his teeth graze over the sensitive bud. Everything that transcends between us is filled with so much pleasure and a dash of pain.
I arch up, my mouth parting on a gasp. My hand catches in the hairs at his nape—to support myself as I slip further away in delirium, and he hasn’t even begun.
He’s going to ruin me in the best way.
He lavishes my breasts with attention. Kissing and nibbling my nipples, they harden, swelling with pleasure. It’s like he’s on a mission to madden me. Twisting the puckered peaks with his rough thumb and forefinger, he sends a jolt through my core. The experience is intense, yet not enough.
I clench my legs instinctively, needing his attention there as well.
“Please. Mika, please,” I breathe out as if calling on sweet relief.
“Is my girl aching to be filled?” He groans, sounding just as lost in the haze of lust.
“Yesss,” I moan, unabashedly wanton.
I can’t imagine anything more romantic than making love under the eternal sky. The night blows a chill, cooling my skin that feels hotter than the midday sun.
He lowers my body so sensually slowly as if he intentionally wants to prolong this moment, driving me wild with desire.
Settling himself between my legs, he spreads my thighs apart, inhaling my scent. Only a flimsy thong keeps him from seeing me completely naked. Pulling the lace straps down my legs, he discards the thong on the blanket.
A tremor vibrates through me as he blows a breath over my pussy. My fingers dig into the blanket. Anticipation only increases my lust.
The first lick has me throwing my head back, whimpering in my need for release. I am a jittery, needy, and wet mess.
Without warning, his hand connects with my pussy, and I gasp at the slap, snapping my head back to him.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.”
I have little experience, but I think there is nothing more erotic than your partner eating you out, his eyes aflame with hunger, feeling as much passion as he gives you.
It’s not that I don’t want to keep visual contact, but the pleasure threatens to overrule his command.
“I’m only going to be like this tonight, when I will let you come as you please.” The silent threat threads through his deep voice, sending a ripple through me.
He’s going to kill me.
How am I going to stop myself from controlling my release when he’s an expert at coaxing every bit of pleasure my body can conjure.
Between his hungry mouth and his skilled fingers, I am a goner—losing myself deeper in the land of pleasure.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
I obey on command. My body tenses, tightening into a band of ecstasy before snapping. My limbs tremble in the wake of an orgasm that shatters me.
“Fuuuck. Such a good girl letting me drink you up,” he groans as he continues lapping at my slit. “You taste divine.”
