My legs wrapped around his hips, and then he was carrying me through my house.
I didn’t know where we were headed, and I didn’t care to know.
My ass landed on something, and yet, our mouths still didn’t move away from each other.
Hands tangled in my hair.
Pulling at the strands, eliciting a moan from me, and into his mouth.
He tore his lips from mine, “Fuck me, this hair,” he groaned as he buried his face in it.
I ran my hands over his chest and down his washboard abs, caressing every dip and crevice, wanting to run my tongue along the deep lines.
Taste him.
Feel him.
I wanted it all with him.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled against my neck.
“What do you mean?” I asked breathily.
“Well...” he kissed my neck, “Do you want...” he licked along that vein, “It hard and fast...” he kissed down to my collar bone, “Or do you want it slow and sweet?”
“Can’t I have both?” I asked.
He chuckled.
The vibration from his chest gave me shivers.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked as his hands spanned the width of my hips.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asked huskily.
“Why don’t you find out?” I asked.
And then his hands roamed over my body.
I lifted my arms as he lifted my sweater off my body and flung it.
Then his eyes sparkled as he took in the lacy black bra that cupped my breasts. “Gonna feast on them, baby.”
And he did just that.
The moment my bra was off, his mouth latched onto one nipple, and I found myself grinding my pussy into his hard erection.
The denim from my jeans combined with his gave the right amount of friction but I wanted, needed more.
His mouth left my nipple as he attacked the other one.
My hands roamed over his head, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
And then, like a flash, he was gone.
But not too far.
No... he was on his knees, looking up at me, as he removed one boot then the other.
