Things felt different from the other times we were together like this, I know he said he was him and I was me, but did it really make that much of a difference? So noticeably different, almost like I was with a completely different person.
My mind started to spiral with all the overthinking and confusion – was this emotion I was feeling? I can’t possibly have feelings for a man who won’t even show me his face, and if I hadn’t already felt it in the dark I would think he was hiding some disfigurement or deformity, something other than the gorgeous face it felt to be.
My thoughts were disrupted, “Where are you, sweetheart?” he questioned.
I couldn’t help but smile knowing where I was.
“I’m right here,” I whispered.
Closing in on the space between his lips and mine. I pulled him in for another deep kiss. Tingles ran through my body as we connected in such an intimate way. I tried to shut my mind off so that I could enjoy this moment, a vulnerable moment I knew was fleeting.
His breaths came short and strained as he continued toleave a trail of kisses down my neck, then to my collarbone, heading towards my breasts. His movements felt controlled and calculated. When his lips pressed against my navel, I froze nervously, wondering where his next move would be.
When he gripped my thigh he pushed my legs apart further at the same time, and my hands instinctively found his. Having his face so close to my most private place made me suddenly very aware that I had been on the beach all day. Self consciously, I tried to close my legs.
“Do not hide yourself from me, Delaney,” he spoke softly but firmly.
“I didn’t shower,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
He nuzzled his nose right into my bathing suit bottoms, his face pressed firmly against my core. He breathed in loudly.
Releasing his breath abruptly he said, “You smell so fucking good, Delaney. Now move your legs, I want totasteyou,” his voice laced with desire and lust, each word he spoke to me through gritted teeth.
I slowly moved my legs to the side as he wasted no time placing his soft lips against mine. His tongue slipped out licking me from bottom to top, sucking my swollen bud into his mouth and lightly grazing it with his teeth. My hips moved rhythmically in circles trying to mock the movements of his tongue against my clit.
I felt myself slipping when the building intensity started to become too much and I knew I was moments away from tumbling over the border into pure ecstasy. Suddenly, he slipped a finger inside of me, pushing it in and out slowly, very slowly, contradicting the pace of his tongue. The contrasting stimulation stirred something inside of me and within seconds I was plunging into an orgasm that seemed to ripple through every fiber of my being. My body was squeezing his fingers as my release dripped all over his hand. His tongue continued moving at a relentless speed against my clit until the sensitivity was unbearable.
I giggled, pushing his head away, trying to get him to show a littlebit of mercy on me.
He chuckled as he raised his head, wiping the moisture from his face with the back of his hand.
“Mmm, you taste better than you smell.” He reached down and dipped a finger into my soaked pussy and brought it to my lips.
“Taste,” he commanded.
I pulled his hand to my mouth and wrapped my lips around his finger, licking it clean. I pushed his finger all the way to the back of my throat, and pulled it out slowly, leaving nothing behind.
He hissed, positioning himself at my entrance.
“You’re gonna be a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” He whispered.
“It’s all about perception, really,” I teased, just before he slid slowly inside of me, stopping once he reached the hilt of his shaft. The stretching sensation, while expected, still caught me off guard and made my back arch reactively.
He pulled out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him between my needy walls. A small pleading moan escaped my lips when he reached the tip of his cock and paused. He pressed his lips to mine, where the taste of me lingered on his tongue. I felt his mouth curve into a smile then he slid my bottom lip between his teeth.
Without warning, he drives deep and hard into me. I gasped at the sudden and complete fullness, his lips still pressed against mine with an undeniable fervor as I melted beneath his powerful passion.
What are your doing to me?
Dallas
The way her body arches to the rhythm of my thrusts is enough to make me explode, so I slow my movements down, feeding her my cock inch by throbbing inch. Her curvaceous body feels soft beneath my calloused hands. Her breathing is slow and steady. I could tell she was trying to keep herself together, holding back her unraveling with every push.
I loved the way her body responded to mine. I adored her smell, the way she tasted, how she tried desperately to suppress her moans, biting her lip in its place.
“Damn it, what are you doing to me, Delaney?” I breathed my plea into her neck, rhetorically.
She let out another soft moan while her hands ran down my back. She held me tighter, her legs tangled around my waist, her pussy squeezing my cock tighter with each pump.
