I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, Tater Tot.”
He lifted me, kissing me and dropping me gently onto the mattress.
Tugging my jeans down my hips, panties and all, he dropped my clothes on the floor before burying his face between my legs. I whimpered as I wove my fingers into his hair and gripped hard, arching my hips into his mouth.
I still had my shirt and bra on, and he was fully clothed, but nothing held him back from feasting on my pussy like it was his last meal. He ran his tongue through my folds before sliding two fingers inside of me and sucking gently on my clit.
“I can’t wait, honey,” I warned.
“Come,” he demanded, pumping his fingers into me.
It didn’t take long before I let my body go, tugging on his hair as I exploded around his fingers. He slid them out, shoving them into his mouth and sucking them clean before grinning and knifing off the bed. He removed his clothes as I pulled off my shirt and bra, and he grabbed a couple of pillows.
“Lift your hips, baby.”
I lifted and he adjusted the pillows, so my hips were elevated.
“Set your feet on my chest.”
I frowned. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
I planted my feet on his chest which naturally arched my hips a little more and he grabbed my thighs, pulling me toward him as he slid his cock inside of me.
“Oh, god,” I breathed out.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I rasped, sliding my legs over his shoulders as he placed his hands flat on the bed on either side of me.
He buried himself deep, rocking slowly, my body thrumming with desire as he teased my G-spot.
“Jesus,” I hissed, and it seemed to spur him to thrust deeper and harder.
He moved faster and faster, hitting that oh so very special spot as he did. I dug my heels into his back, providing more pressure and friction, and it all nearly did me in.
“Flash,” I panted out.
“You okay?”
“I... oh, god.” I came so hard and fast, I thought I might pass out. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“Don’t move,” he ordered on a grunt, continuing to bury himself deep until he fell over me, his cock pulsing inside of me. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his pulse and he rolled us, so we were facing each other, but still connected.
“The bed is soaked, honey,” I warned as he shoved the pillows onto the floor.
“Well, yeah, that’s the whole point.”
“So, this is normal?” I whispered.
He smiled, cupping my face. “Yeah, baby.”
“Like, this much?”
He chuckled, sliding out of me, and pulling me over his chest. “Yeah.”
