When she starts to come down, her body relaxes, and I release her legs, climbing up her body, kissing every inch along the way.
“You’re so fucking perfect. And the way you look when you come had me coming all over the carpet, and I’m still rock fucking hard.”
I kiss her on the lips and then slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans when mine reaches hers, no doubt tasting herself.
“I need you inside me. Like, right now.” Her hands reach around my back, and she runs them up and down, stopping at the top of my ass. “Fuck me, Blitzen.”
She tilts her hips, trying to angle herself so the head of my cock is at her entrance. I push forward just enough that when she moves her hips, my dick pushes inside of her. We both moan this time. I thrust in a little deeper, then deeper again, until I’m completely sheathed by her pussy.
“You’re so fucking tight. Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Not a chance.”
I start fucking her, slow at first, and then both of us begin to lose control, and our rhythm gets a little sloppy as we edge near our orgasms.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her lashes lift, just barely, but enough.
One glance, and I’m gone.
She looks wrecked in the most stunning way. Her hair spilled across the pillow, her skin flushed, her breath catching every time I move even slightly. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to keep her right here, trembling.
Her fingers tug at my hair. A deeper sound breaks from her throat, soft but desperate, and I feel the answering pull low inside me, tightening everything.
I move my mouth against hers again. Slow, deliberate, claiming her inch by inch. Not explicit. Just undeniable.
Her whole body responds, arching, tightening, her toes curling against my back. I hold her steady, not letting her escape the intensity building between us, not letting myself escape it either.
She says my name again … shaky, breathless.
I’ve never wanted to hear anything more.
Her hand slides down from my hair to my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. A gentle touch, but somehow more devastating. There’s trust in it—so much quiet, unspoken trust— that it nearly undoes me.
I lift my head for a fraction of a second, just long enough to kiss the inside of her wrist—gentle, reverent, a promise more than a touch. She shivers violently, grabbing the pillow with her free hand, breath hitching like she wasn’t prepared for tenderness in the middle of all this heat.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and there’s something raw in it. Something honest. Something that pulls me closer, deeper.
“Come for me. Strangle my cock, baby. I can’t hold it much longer.”
I drive into her faster and faster as she presses her nails into my back. And fuck me, is that a turn-on.
“Yes,” she pants. “Harder. I’m so close.”
I reach down between us and rub her clit in circles—because I’m gonna blow at any second, and I’m a firm believer that a lady comes first. “You close? I’m losing control.”
She nods. “Kiss me.”
I tilt my head and kiss her deeply, my tongue twirling around hers. When she wraps her lips around my tongue and sucks, I’m done for. My balls start to tingle, so I rub her clit faster, trying to get her there with me.
When she breaks the kiss and cries out, I feel her pulsing around my cock, and I explode into her.
I rest my forehead on the bed next to her head as we catch our breath.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” I say breathily.
