Gotta get properly caffeinated for the plans that are forming in my mind right now.
“Are you still going to try and talk me into waiting on the whole tether thing?” he snarks, and I roll my eyes.
“Maybe mytether onwasn’t clear enough, but no. Absolutely no waiting. Let’s do this. Give me that dick!”
Rogan laughs and takes a sip of my coffee before putting the mug down on a side table. “It’s like listening to poetry spill from your luscious lips,” he snarks, and I laugh.
Rogan swallows my joy down with a kiss, and my mirth quickly morphs into moans. He cups my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs as he nips and teases and plunders my mouth with such passion and skill that I’m immediately aching and needy all over because of it.
“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth as he starts to kiss across my jaw and down my neck.
“I love you,” I exclaim back as he finds a sweet spot just under my jaw.
Rogan leans down and wraps his lips around my nipple, and I bow into him. My body bends and sways nearer of its own volition, and I can’t get enough of the delicious way his mouth feels as he sucks and flicks his tongue against the sensitive peak.
I run my fingers through his hair, watching him take me into his mouth and loving how much it turns me on. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves to pay the other one equal attention. I roll my hips against him, feeling the tip of his cock press in against me, and I suddenly need to wrap my lips around it and hear him moan my name.
I cup his face and lift it to mine for a deep kiss that leaves us both panting, and then I drop down in front of him and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. Rogan groans deeply and tries to pull me away, but I am not having it. I slap his interfering hands away, and he laughs and gives in. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and work him in and out of my mouth in time with the strokes of my hand.
“Fuck that feels so good,” he encourages. “Yes, just like that. God, that fucking mouth might be the end of me.”
He wraps his hands in my hair, pushing it away from my face so he can watch his dick pumping in and out of my mouth. His moss-green eyes are filled with need, and I take him as deeply as I can, loving the way he tastes and feels down my throat and the way he groans my name as I swallow him down.
“Don’t make me come, fuck,” he warns. “No, I want to come in that pussy,” he announces as he pulls out of my mouth and backs away from me like I’m dangerous.
I sit there on my knees, licking the taste of him off my lips and watching him with eyes so hungry and worked up that he could probably make me come with only a deep laugh and a dirty thought aimed in my direction. I crawl up on the bed and turn to lie on my back. He watches me with just as much need as he tries to calm his dick down. Slowly, purposefully, I spread my legs. I reach down and run a finger down the slit of my wet folds.
“Then come in my pussy, Rogan,” I order, and the next thing I know, his gorgeous face is between my thighs.
I moan but resist the urge to close my eyes and lean back into the sensations he’s coaxing out of me. No. This time, I want to watch him feast. I want to watch him circle my clit with the tip of his tongue and then lap at it like a cat does cream. I want to see him suck me into his mouth, bobbing his head around my clit as he works his lips and tongue against it. His eyes meet mine as he licks up my seam and then drops to shove that long thick tongue in my dripping pussy. I love the way my desire shines around his mouth, and the way he devours me like there’s nothing better than the taste of need on his tongue or the heated groans he elicits when he sucks on my clit and slips two long fingers inside of me.
I whimper as he fingers the perfect spot inside of me, while he works his mouth and tongue against my clit. I force myself to watch and gasp and then beg for more as I get so fucking close, my muscles tightening in preparation. Then he fingers me harder, and I’m lost to the twitches and rolls and shouts of his name as he wrings wave after wave of pleasure from me.
My clit heats as he drips soft kisses, and I wiggle and fight the overload of sensation, but he pins my hips and shows me why I’m now ruined for anyone else but him.
“Yes, Rogan, you feel so fucking good,” I encourage as he warms my blood, making me even more pliant and ready, and this time when his fingers start to play in my pussy, I’m gone again in only two strokes.
I pull his face from between my thighs, begging him to give me what we both want. I kiss him hard and deep, mewling and panting as he lines his cock up perfectly, and in one deep thrust we’re both gasping each other’s names.
“I fucking love you,” I sigh as he settles deeply between my thighs.
He kisses down my neck and pulls out slowly before rolling his hips back in. I groan and run my nails tantalizingly up his back.
“Fuck me, Rogan, god, I need you to fuck me so bad,” I beg as he slowly rocks back out and then in again.
He kisses me hard, pistoning inside of me just as hard and swallowing down my moan of approval.
“Is that what you need, do you need me to fuck you harder?” he taunts, and I’m a mewling, encouraging mess as he starts to do just that.
“Yes, fuck yes,” I exhale, and then my eyes meet his as he gives me exactly what I need.
I’ve never stared into someone’s eyes before as they fucked me, something about it was far too weird and intimate to me, but as Rogan thrusts in and out of me faster and harder until my entire body is singing his name, it’s made all the better because I can see so much while he does. I’m swimming in a moss-green pool of molten heat and need and love and affection. I feel his admiration and respect, his want and desire, and he can see all of mine.
He fucks me hard, working my body like only he can, while we look into one another and connect in every possible way. He lifts me off my back, never losing his rhythm in and out of my pussy, until I’m straddling his lap and we’re both meeting each other thrust for thrust.
“Are you ready?” he asks against my mouth.
I nod, feeling another orgasm start to build. “Do it, please,” I beg, and he smiles and starts thrusting even harder like he’s trying to time both of our orgasms with the tether itself.
