Bruno dives straight into my tits, grabbing them and licking my nipples, making them hot and hard. I’m contorting under his body, unable to handle how crazy his lustful gaze makes me. He slides down where he wants to end up with determination. In the way, he meets my tummy for the third time and kisses it. But he doesn’t stop there, he keeps going down until he reaches my thighs. He kisses one, licks the other, switching back and forth, but this time slowly moving up towards my pussy— so slow that he makes me beg for it.
“Stop teasing me, please!” I grunt.
“So eager, all of a sudden,” he taunts me. “Say it.” He knows I can’t say it out loud if I want to keep my pride.
“Just do it.”
“I want you to say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to eat my pussy!” He chuckles and breathes out on my clit. Then immediately penetrates me with his tongue… I grab and twist the bedsheets. I’ve never felt something like this before.
I feel so…. human again.
He smiles again and opens my legs to make more room for himself. That extra space allows him to dive in, and boy, dive in he does, like a hunter on his prey, without holding anything back, for survival, instinct and pleasure.
I’m soaking wet. I had forgotten what it feels like to be this horny and wet for somebody…
What am I thinking? I’ve never been this wet or horny before!
The touch of his skin triggers my body even more. I’m getting hotter and hotter by the minute and he can tell— of course, he can, I’m not really trying to hide it.
I arch my back, trying to cope with the explosion of pleasure coming from my pussy. I’m still clinging to the sheets, harder and harder as if somehow they’re trying to escape. It’s so intense that I instinctively try to move away from him. There’s only so much pleasure I can take after all this time. But that only makes him clinch to my legs even harder.
He licks and eats me with such passion that one could think he’s stealing my essence and putting pleasure in its place. I raise my head to look at him while he does it and I stumble upon his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes are not losing sight of me. He seems to be in some kind of trance between himself and my body. Both of them are taking me and my mind for a ride. I put my head back on the pillow and cover my eyes with my forearm. That makes him chuckle.
“Don’t hide from me. I want you to look at me and experience this moment with every sense you got,” he says and moves my arm away. Both actions are full of determination. He looks, sounds and is completely relaxed. He’s in control of the entire situation. I’m a hot mess. There’s no other way to describe it.
His thumb meets my clit. He plays with it and, in combination with his tongue, both take me to climax soon.
I explode in joy, I moan like a wild animal agonizing not in pain, but in pleasure. It’s so much more than I can handle. My body contorts, vibrates and feels like it’s being tickled from head to toe. Tears run down my face; but make no mistake, I’m smiling.
I breathe out heavily and signal that my orgasm just ended, and he can stop. But he doesn’t stop, he starts to do it faster and faster. I come once again, longer and harder than before.
I feel loved.
I’ve never experienced an orgasm like this and I’m also sure I’ve never thought of orgasm as an expression of love. It used to be hard for me to explain such an emotion; it’s no longer the case.
When I regain control of my senses, I notice him slowly climbing on top of me. His sexy body’s wearing an unbuttoned shirt. I want him to take it off.
I want to feel his skin!
Finally, he takes it off. I stretch my hand forward to touch his abs. He smacks my hand, raises his index finger and moves it left and right, clearly saying ‘no’ to me. He’s still in control and I love that. He unbuttons, unzips and pushes his pants down. I can see his hard-on through his underwear. I can’t stop looking at it. I bite my lip. He gets the message and takes his dick out, letting it fall on my belly.
“Are you sure you want this to happen?” He asks.
“Yes… Yes.”
“I want you to convince me.”
“Shut up! ...and fuck me.” Did I just say that?
I don’t need to make that request, because I start to feel his cock slowly penetrating me. He moans and I lose my mind every time. It hurts at first, but my body quickly adapts to his size and I start enjoying this like never before. He goes deep inside and pulls out, in and out, in and out, faster and harder every time. I lose track of time and my head in the process.
“Sarah, you feel amazing,” he whispers into my ear. “This feels… right.”
“It does.”
He thrusts forward, deep, very deep, and we both moan. That makes something inside of him click. The look in his eyes changes, he moves his ear close to my mouth and says, “I want to hear you moan. Moan for me, Sarah Fitcher.” He thrusts again, and I moan. When my moan reaches his ear, he starts to go faster and harder. The fire inside me starts to burn hot again. He feels the same, he’s biting his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed.
