Of course I don’t care about any of that. I have fallen too hard to care…
He grabs both my legs and lifts me. I gasp into his mouth, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Our tongues continue the battle as he takes steps backward. My back slams against the wall, causing me to moan. The slight pain turns me on even more, and I can feel how much I’m turning him on too.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against my lips.
“S’okay,” I whisper. He trails kisses down my neck, and I moan as he nibbles on my sensitive skin. My fingers trail up his back, scrapping my nails along his spine. He shivers and lets out a low moan that shakes my insides. Then he grinds his manhood against my hot core. I gasp, my head falling back and hitting the wall. I bury my hands in his hair again—I really love the texture—and press harder against him. He pulls back just before the supply of air to my lungs is cut-off finally. His mouth finds my neck, nibbling kisses along the delicate ridges.
He suddenly lifts me up. I gasp, my legs instinctively coming around his waist. He carries me toward the bed and places me on it gently. The mattress dips, and I feel his body next to mine. He trails his mouth down my neck to my chest and then his lips close over my left nipple with a soft moan.
I let out a shaky breath, my hands fisting the sheet. He starts to suck on my nipple, sending shivers down my body to my core. His tongue circles as his left hand massages my other breast. He sucks harder and nibbles a little. I grip his hair tighter and pull his mouth closer to my breast. Then he moves away, trailing kisses down to my stomach, my ribs…a rush of breath escapes me when his mouth lands between my thighs.
He places a single kiss on my pussy, and I nearly cry out in pleasure, then he moves slowly along my thigh, and I can hear my pants get louder as his mouth gets closer to my aching bud. My eyes flutter closed.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, then slowly slides a finger into me. I gasp, my eyes flying open at the pressure.
His lips press against mine as his finger slides inside me. A loud moan escapes my mouth as he breathes against my neck. Just as I start to get used to the slight pressure of one finger, heinserts another one, causing me to groan. I bite my lip, my eyes fall closed with a shaky breath.
The pressure of both his fingers inside me is out of this world, and my quiet moan escalates into whimpers.
“You’re so wet for me, little mouse,” he growls, and before I know it, I feel his mouth brushing against my folds.
I let out a slight squeal.
When did he get down there?
He brushes his tongue across my clit, and my hands clutch the bed sheets as I groan louder while staring at the ceiling.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, my hips bucking underneath the sweet torture of his mouth.
I can feel his smile against me as his tongue slides against my clit again and again as he continues to move his two fingers inside me. My body squirms as his lips press down and he begins to suck gently on my clit. I moan as I tightly grip the covers, afraid if I move he might stop. His fingers move in me faster as he works me with his tongue.
My lips are moving and words are coming out, but I can’t make out what they are. His tongue swipes over the sensitive bud again, and suddenly there’s this unbelievable tightness in my stomach.
“Stop,” I beg as my body squirms some more.
He presses his left hand over my stomach, holding me in place as he continues his torture. “Please. It’s too much. Don’t stop… Zane, PLEASE!”
I lose the fight against my hands as I push them into his hair, grabbing tightly. The quivering in my stomach begins totighten as I scream, and just like I thought would happen when my hand moved to his hair, his fingers start to move faster inside me and his mouth sucks harder on the tender flesh of my clit. When his teeth graze ever so gently over my clit, I lose it. The tightness released itself and a scream of relief tears out of me. I struggle to breathe, stars dancing in front of my eyes.
I feel his body slide against mine, then he’s kissing me, slowly sliding his tongue against mine. “Taste yourself, little mouse,” he murmurs between open-mouthed kisses. “So good…”
I slide my hands down the hard ridges of his stomach and hover over his groin. “I want you now, Zane,” I whisper desperately against his lips. “Please…”
“You have me, baby,” he says, kissing me harder.
I can feel his arousal pressing hard against my pelvis, bold and persistent. Even though I can’t see him, I can feel his impressive size. I’m trying hard not to think about it, but I can’t help wondering how all of that will fit inside me.
Then he shifts his hips, and suddenly all rational thoughts fly out of my head. His tip is grazing my entrance now. My body stiffens, my heart beating faster.
“Relax, little mouse,” he whispers, placing soothing kisses on my lips and forehead. “I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
“O-okay,” I whisper, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I’m ready.”
He cradles my head and pushes gently into me. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders for support as my body arches off the bed, straining against the invasion. The pressure becomesunbearable, and I grip him tighter, my nails digging into his skin.
“Don’t move,” he hisses, his arms holding me in place. He pushes further into me, and I bite my lips so hard I can taste blood.
“Do you want me to stop?”
