I’ve never paid much attention to how men talk during sex. It always seems so nonsensical, but for God’s sake. The things this man says just push all of my buttons. So despite that mind-blowing orgasm, his words cause my body to heat with anticipation. Again. I cannot get enough of this man, and I need more.
I climb up onto his hard chest. The man has a fucking six pack and those V muscles that basically point to his dick. I plan on spending some time exploring this chest with my mouth. I want to make this man beg. I give him a hot, wicked smile as I slide my body down on top of his, causing as much contact as possible.
The glide of his hot skin against mine makes him gasp, and my arousal comes roaring back. Still, I take my time, sliding my lips down the side of his neck, nipping behind his ear and licking at the crook of his neck, listening to his breath quicken. I want to leave a mark here, so everyone knows he’s mine, but I don’t because I know what the locker room is like.
Moving down to give his chest the proper attention, I breathe in that earthy, piney smell that I’ve loved since high school. I’m going to give those nipples some attention. He lets out a deep groan when I pull one into my mouth, and my whole body lights up. Getting him worked up is really doing it for me, so I spend a significant amount of time pulling as many sexy noises as possible out of him.
“Mmm, you like that.” I say as I pull the other nipple into the mouth and tug lightly with my teeth, before soothing it with my tongue. I love being with someone who isn’t afraid to be vocal. My last boyfriend was so strange about making noises. He was always so concerned about someone hearing us. It feels so good not to hold back, and it’s such a turn-on that Liam doesn’t either.
“Fuuuck. Mads. You know I do.” He rumbles as I do it again, smiling at his reaction. I’m enjoying every minute of driving this man crazy. I love seeing how I affect him. It feels so good to know that I can make him just as crazy as he makes me. I lick and nip down his stunning abs. Normally I’d spend much more time on them, but tonight I want to taste him. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on his cock.
I want to see it up close and personal because it’s literally the perfect dick. I prefer guys who are more on the thick side but not too long, because ouch. Liam is just the right size for me. He’s not too thick for me to take him in my mouth. I lick my lips in anticipation.
I glance up at him and notice that he’s watching me with heat and anticipation. I smile wickedly before leaning down to run my tongue from the base to tip. The tip glistens with pre-cum. I run my tongue through the slit, lapping it up. His salty, slightly bitter taste makes me hum with pleasure. I spend some time making sure that I’ve given his head enough love before I swallow him down almost to the root. This is not my first rodeo. I know my way around a dick.
His heated gasp is everything, and I continue to bob up and down on his cock, sucking with each movement until he’s panting and gasping.
“Mads. Stop, baby.” I love that he’s gasping for breath and can barely get it out. He’s that affected. It’s such a powerful feeling that almost makes me keep going. He grabs at me with frantic urgency, and I pull off of him with a pop. We are coming back to that because that was fun.
“Jesus, Mads, you’re gonna kill me.” I smirk as I move back up his body.
“That was hands down the hottest blow job ever.” He declares as he pulls me up so he can kiss me again. I love howstrong he is. He just manhandles me around the bed. It’s like a shot of lust every time he does it.
“I need you, Mads.” That last comes out so low and deep it reverberates through my whole body with a flash of liquid heat.
“Oh God, yes. Need you to fuck me.” Because there is nothing I want more than the feel of him inside me. The need I have for him is on another level. It’s never felt like this before, and I just need more.
His eyes are so intense when he slides inside me, I almost look away. The stretch feels unbelievably good as his cock as he pushes forward until the fullness is just shy of too much.
“Okay?” he asks against the shell of my ear.
“So good.”
“Fuck. I knew you’d feel this good. Then he’s moving, slowly at first, so I can feel every inch of him as he slides out and back in. He’s right. This is so, so good. It doesn’t take us long to find a rhythm that works. He Every thrust stokes the heat building in my core, spiraling out to the rest of my body, taking me closer to yet another climax. I love the feel of his muscles moving beneath my hands as he moves, pumping in and out of me, breathing getting heavier.
“Harder.” I can barely get it out, but he snaps his hips at my request. His speed increases, and the sound of his body slapping against mine is obscene and so hot.
“Fuck. So good. So tight. Not gonna last.” His breath is hot and heavy against the side of my face. His muscles tense as he tries to hold back. Is he waiting for me to come first? Jesus, that’s sweet. Most guys don’t even care when they’ve gotten to this point. I feel a sharp spike of affection that blends with my desire, and it’s a heady feeling.
“I’m close.” I tell him.
“Thank fuck.” He pants as he thrusts into me with a bit more force.
“Yes. Like that.” I say, as the feel of him pushes me closer to the edge.
“Like this?” His grin is wicked as he slams into me. The spike of pleasure/pain is sharp and perfect. I yelp, and it pushes me right over the edge and into oblivion. Light sparks behind my closed eyes as I shout his name, ecstasy flooding my body in waves so intense I can barely breathe. My channel pulses and throbs as he fucks me through one of the deepest orgasms of my life. Shivers of it are echoing through my body when I feel him tense, and I know he’s about to explode.
“Mads, Fuuuck.”
Then with one last hard thrust, he comes, groaning my name. That’s never happened before, and it burrows into my heart in a way that I’m reluctant to examine right now.
He does this grab and roll thing with me so he doesn’t collapse on top of me. I wrap my arms around him tighter, both of us panting. We’re both absolutely wrecked, and I don’t care because that was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Liam
Acold, wet nose woke me before my alarm had a chance. That and the blonde hair tickling my nose are enough for me to notice I’m not at my place. Madison’s arms wrap around me like a spider monkey, one leg thrown over mine with her head on my chest, and I couldn’t be happier. Waking up to her wildflower smell, and her lush curves pressed against my hip is what I want every morning. I ignore Ace’s nose against my back. I love him, but my girl’s got all my attention this morning.
Seeing her like this is my favorite thing. No makeup, messy hair, and pj’s all askew. She’s perfect. I love to see her face soft and unlined by stress. I think she’s more beautiful like this than when she’s dressed up for an event.
