All thoughts fly away when he latches onto my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, pulling at it, and licking his tongue around the tip before he lets go, the nipple puckering further under the cold air. He flicks his tongue over it again, the sensations zipping straight to my clit, then shifts to the other breast, repeating the action all over again as I tingle even more, the restlessness now unbearable.
His lips trail to my stomach, his teeth scraping all over my skin, and I feel his hot breath on my core. I moan in frustration when he rips my panties away and sits up, lifting my foot onto his shoulder and kissing it lightly. I could never have imagined they could be this sensitive, but the heat travels all over me when he takes off my heel and puts my foot back on the bed, my toes digging into the cool comforter, which does little to soothe the fire within me.
He does the same with the other one, then settles between my splayed thighs. I swallow when he slides his hands underneath my ass while rubbing his cheeks over the insides of my thighs one by one while sucking on the skin, as if claiming his territory.
My fingers find their way into his hair, and I whisper, “I want…”
“What do you want?” he murmurs over my flesh as he trails the tip of his tongue from bottom to top, nibbling on my clit as thousands of electric volts charge my body, creating a different kind of hunger altogether.
Is there any other answer to this question besides one? “You.”
He puts his mouth on me, probing his tongue deep and holding my hips firmly in place while I moan. I pull at his hair because the feel of him roaming between my walls is so amazing that I wish it would never end, but at the same time, it only intensifies the ache in me, seeking relief while all he does is tease me more.
He growls into my core, slipping his tongue out and licking up before trapping my clit between his lips, then circling it while he enters me with his fingers again. Only this time, the penetration is deeper and harsher, causing me to raise my hips and place my foot on his shoulder, opening myself wider for him and moving in sync with his rhythm. The desire squeezes me in its clutches, making it hard to breathe, to focus.
One long lick up and down, up and down, before he enters me again with his tongue, and I feel his wet fingers on the backs of my thighs as I start to grind on him.
My moans and pants fill the space, the sound so wicked they should make me feel embarrassed, but I don’t care. Each stab and glide of his tongue pushes me farther to the edge, threatening to break me apart, shattering me yet rewarding me with pleasure.
Before it can happen, though, he stops.
His touch is gone, and I feel his wet mouth leaving damp imprints on my taut skin as he travels back up my body, pampering me with small kisses along the way. “You taste like mine, Diana.” He swirls his tongue over my collarbones, trailing upward until he reaches my mouth and presses his lips against mine, our tongues brushing against each other’s, and I moan. He finishes the kiss and leans back, asking, “Do you like how your desire for me tastes?” I nod, the pressure unbearable atthis point. He groans when he sits up on his knees, unzips his pants, and his cock springs free.
My eyes widen at the sight. I’ve never seen a real one up close.
He wraps his hand around his long, thick length, stroking it from base to tip, brushing his thumb over the precum and bringing it to my mouth. I lap at it greedily, the taste adding to the inferno consuming me. My thighs clamp around him as I imagine trailing my tongue over his length, and he chuckles, palming my neck. “Someday soon, I’ll have you on your knees with your mouth wide open.” My skin tingles all over, and I gasp, his crude words adding gasoline to the already burning fire that rips me in two. That shouldn’t make me so hot, should it? “Ah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, darling? Having me at your complete mercy?” Giving my throat one last squeeze, he removes his hand and takes out a condom from his back pocket, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on his cock.
His blond hair is a mess from my pulling at it. His form glistens with perspiration as he slowly lowers down on me, placing one palm on the side of my head while his other grabs my left leg, throwing it over his hip and opening me up to him as the tip of his cock touches my opening.
Our eyes meet, and the earlier nervousness comes back despite the lust enveloping me whole because I fear the unknown.
He glides his length up and down me, pushing slightly inside as if wetting the tip and scouring unknown territory, fueling the heat in my veins and putting my nervousness at ease. He speaks roughly above me, asking as he rocks into me gently, a soft preview of what to expect next, “Ready to be claimed by your husband, Wife?” Circling his neck, I nod, hissing when he catches my lower lip and bites on it before licking the sting away. “There will never be anyone but me, Diana.”
He kisses me before I can think about the implications of his statement, entwining us in a passionate duel, and that’s all the warning he gives me before thrusting into me hard and filling me to the brink. Orion stretches me around his length.
My hands turn into fists on his shoulders and push him away when the painful burn overlaps every other sensation. I snatch my mouth away, whimpering in distress.
Orion stills, his cock pulsing inside me. Meanwhile, I’m really wondering, if this is sex, why the hell is everyone praising it so much? “I think I prefer the foreplay.” He hides his face in the crook of my neck and laughs. “I’m glad this is so amusing to you!” I slap his shoulder. “It hurts.”
“Shhh, darling. You need to get used to me.”
The stabby feeling replaces the pain and anxiety as I snap, “How would you know?” Did he have many virgins over the years? “Are you an expert on the subject?”
My nails cut into his shoulders to stop me from scratching the smug expression off his face. “I’m an expert when it comes to you.” He shifts a little, and my core clenches, the light tickling swirling deep inside me. He kneads my thigh, and the contact sends electric volts all over me. The desire in the pit of my stomach intensifies, causing the sting and stiffness to drift away. “Retreat the claws, Diana. You’re my one and only virgin.”
Restlessness nips at me the longer he stays still, the pulsing of his length making my core clench right before he slowly moves back, letting me feel his entire length. I moan when he enters me again, his strokes deeper this time, and pleasure hits me instead of the anticipated pain, cascading down on me as my breathing speeds up and my fingers thread through his hair so I can pull him to me for a kiss.
“That’s better, isn’t it, darling?” He licks my lips before swallowing my whimpers and starting to really drive into me, our bodies covered in sweat. Our scents float together and blendwith his hard strokes, intensifying the sweet energy flourishing in me and growing even faster when he changes the pace.
One. Two. Three more thrusts until my core spasms around him. I cry out, joyful waves crushing into me over and over again, while he continues to own my body and soul after causing me utter destruction.
Pressing my head against the pillow, I pant and rest my hands on his taut stomach, gliding them over his glistening skin as he slams into me several more times, gorgeous in his lust, before grunting and spilling inside the condom.
He drops down on me, and I fully wrap myself around him, our sticky bodies glued together.
I never want to let him go.
He lifts his head, and my heart warms at the sight of his lips tipping in a smile as he asks, “What’s the verdict now, darling? Still prefer the foreplay?”
