He… He dreamed of this? But I can’t finish a thought because his fingers enter me and he sucks on my clit.
I scream and chant and spend every brain cell I have to stay upright as my mind blanks. I explode as wave after wave of bliss surges through me.
The clink of something hits my ears, and my shirt is ripped over my head.
“Are you on birth control?” He asks, the vibration of his voice rolling through me like a mini-orgasm.
“Yes,” I whisper, nodding, and he lifts me as if I weigh nothing.
Instinctively I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles. I shimmy and wriggle, trying to find his heat when my back hits the wall.
“Look at me, Lorien.”
My eyes fly to his just as he surges inside me. I’m so full. Something, not just him, hits a spot so deep inside, and just after my orgasm, it feels better, more. I mewl and drop my eyes closed.
“No,” he commands. “You watch me. You watch me fuck you. You watch me make your body sing. You watch me as I fill you so full you won’t ever forget it.”
I nod and fight to keep my eyes on him. My body is pliable and soft, taking and taking from him. I want so badly to just feel, but when my eyes drift closed, he withdraws and slams inside, jolting me back to face him.
“Do you feel me?”
Slam.
I nod.
“Do you feel how much I want you?”
Slam.
“Yes.”
“I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
Slam.
“Don’t ever forget it.”
His face drops to my breast, and he sucks through the lace before biting down. Hard.
“Get there, Lorien. Get there.” He slams into me, grinding down on my clit.
“I… I’m close I?—”
“I’m going to fill this perfect pussy up with my cum. You hear me?”
No one has ever spoken to me like this. It’s naughty and raunchy, and it trips something in me.
He growls, pulls a hand from around me and licks his middle finger. What in the?—?
On his next thrust, his finger enters methere, and he grinds down on that bundle of nerves between my legs.
I scream. The pulsing is softer and lazier this time, less brutal, but longer and smoother.
“Look. At. Me,” he growls.
I do. As much as I’m able, I do. He plants himself to the root, deep, deep inside me, grinds down, and comes. His face morphs straight into indulgence and pleasure as liquid heat hits the end of me.
His groan and mine melt together as he glides in and out of me, the sound of our connection echoing in the hall.
