With his mouth.
He closes his lips over mine and he gives me my first kiss – the kiss that I’ve waited for for eight years – and heat explodes in every part of my body.
Heat and lust and all the love that I have for him.
Which is good because I’ve been in the cold too long. I’ve been living in the harsh winter and finally, I’ve been touched by the sun.
More than touched, actually.
I’ve been consumed by him.
My sun has swallowed me and drunk me down before I can even draw a breath. Before I can comprehend anything, learn the texture of him and study the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth in detail, he has put both his hands on my face and splayed them wide.
He has grasped my cheeks and grabbed my neck and he’s arranged me in a way that will make him go deeper into my mouth.
That will make him eat at it and plunder it and violate it in the best, most glorious way possible. And he’s doing all of that.
He’s sucking on my mouth, tugging at the meaty flesh, biting at it, like he’s been waiting to bite me for a long time now.
Like he’s been so hot for me and his fire has burned so deep and so high and now he’s purging it all.
Transferring it to me, and I take it happily.
I take it with gusto.
I even open my mouth so he can pour it inside me, push his tongue in. The tongue that’s been driving me fucking crazy these past weeks. Because it makes his mouth so shiny and seductive when he does his lip-lick thing.
And tonight, I get to kiss that mouth.
I get to kiss my Arrow. I get to tug at his hair and pull him down on me. I get to moan inside his mouth and taste him with my tongue.
He tastes like fire, hot and tangy. Spicy.
I get to play with the silver chain around his neck and thrust my tits in his hard,hardchest. I get to rub them against his arched pecs and I get to rock against his stomach as well.
I get to hump it and that only drives him crazier.
That only causes his thumbs to dig on the pulse at my neck and his fingers to fist my hair and his mouth to turn up the intensity and the heat.
And before I know it, I’m moaning and rocking against him.
I’m taking something else from him too. Something more.
I’m so bad and greedy and spoiled that I’m taking an orgasm from him, as well. And it’s not as if he minds it. No, not at all. In fact, he drives me to it. He urges me on with his teeth and his growls, and when that’s not enough I feel him shift.
I feel him bending his knees slightly and still kissing me, I feel him letting go of my face and making for my ass.
He grabs the cheeks of my butt in his large, possessive hands and in a move that is so fucking sexy and arousing, he seats me on his powerful thigh. As soon as that place between my legs – that wet, hot and pulsing place – connects with his muscular limb, we both groan.
His chest shudders and so does his stomach. As if he can feel my wetness seeping through my pants and my measly thong and he likes that.
He likes making a throne for me to sit on. A throne for my bratty, bad girl pussy that pouts for him.
He also likes when I move on the throne he made for me.
I move and rock and shift. I drag my core up and down, chasing the delicious friction. I dance my hips in a figure eight while I knead his shoulders.
While he kisses me and kisses me, his mouth all wet and hot and soft, the complete opposite of his fingers on my ass.
