“I meant it. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you all night.”
My body is on fire. It feels so good to be complimented, to be treated like a prize instead of an accessory. The emotions I’m feeling towards him are like a sharp slap to the face, but I don’t care. Maybe I stepped on a love arrow and forgot about it, but I can’t deny this connection between us.
Death finishes with the zipper, still placing kisses along my shoulder blades and the side of my throat. If you had told me that a reaper would be a sensual and giving lover a few days ago, I would have laughed in your face.
But at this moment? With his tender kisses and his complete focus on me, I can’t imagine anything other than complete adoration from the man who stands behind me.
My dress puddles to the floor and I push it to the side. I’m braless and Death takes notice immediately. Wrapping his arms around me, he holds a breast in each hand while his thumbs rub soft circles against my peaked nipples.
“These fucking tits.” He groans against my neck.
His tongue swipes against the sensitive flesh of my throat, before his lips suck, no doubt leaving a dark pink bruise in his wake.
His hard cock is rubbing against the cleft of my ass as he fondles me, slowly exploring my body.
“I need to have your sweet little pussy first, but I need to fuck these at some point.” He moans behind me.
He pushes my breasts together and squeezes. Of course, my stupid romantic heart skipped past the titty fucking part and went directly to him sayingat some point. That totally insinuates this is more than a one-night thing, right?
“I don’t even know where to start with you.” He sighs.
One of his hands frees my breast and slides ever so slowly down my torso until he’s cupping my pussy.
His two fingers slide over my entrance and clit lazily as he breathes into my ear.
“I plan on having you as many times as I can tonight. How do you want it, Love? Do you want it sweet?” he asks, pressing soft kisses on my shoulder. His fingers slowly circle my clit, reiterating what he means by sweet. “Or do you want me rough?”
His hand leaves my pussy for a short moment, only for it to whoosh in the air and strike my pussy. It wasn’t hard, but it’s enough to make me gasp with a jolt of need.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Love. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give my girl whatever she needs.”
His girl.
I think I come on the spot.
“Rough,” I grate out, knowing that if he makes love to me and is super sweet, I’ll simply perish and never return. It would be so embarrassing if he had to collect my soul after making sweet precious love to me.
His hand leaves my pussy as he smacks my ass. The crack of his hand meeting flesh is intoxicating as I take in a breath and wait for another. He doesn’t disappoint as he spanks me again. Death grips my hips and our bodies are flush, his front to my back as he whispers in my ear.
“You’ll tell me if it’s ever too much?”
I nod, and he smacks my ass again.
“Words, Love.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Good. Now let’s see how many times I can make you come.”
He grabs me by the waist, tossing me on the bed. My hands automatically come up, and I catch myself before my face hits the mattress. Death tugs my legs wide so that my ass is in the air, my pussy on complete display.
He smacks my right cheek three times, making me moan and fist the sheets beneath me. He kneads the flesh and laughs.
“Look at that dark pink,” he groans.
His teeth slide against where he smacked me and he bites down, making me gasp and attempt to slide away.
“None of that,” he scolds.
