In contrast to the cold air, his warm fingers wrapped around my ankle, his grasp gentle. He lifted my leg, pressing his lips against the sensitive flesh on the inside of my calf. So soft, yet it lit a torrent of sensations that skated across my skin. My back arched as his subtle kisses continued upward only stopping an inch from my apex, this time sucking and nipping at the skin on his back down to my ankle. He repeated the same torture on my other leg, and I groaned my frustration.
“Perfection can’t be rushed, Ria. I need to prepare your body to take my cock deep inside your sweet pussy.” I blushed so hard, my cheeks hurt, and he grinned.
His eyes locked on mine, he rolled a finger over the slit of my pussy, and my back arched off the hood, the material of my panty serving no purpose other than a coarse stimulant against my clit when he did it again. I gasped as he slid his finger into the side of my panty, just barely touching my clit. Then in a slow twist, he rolled the material until it formed a line down my slit. I had no idea what it would do until Zayne hooked his finger around the bottom end and tugged lightly. The movement of the taut material provoked taunting friction over my clit. I gasped on another tremble.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“You like that?”
I could only nod. He did it again and I sounded like a purring cat for a second. Leaning down, he moved my panty to the side and let the tip of his tongue lick up my pussy before circling my clit. I took a deep breath, feeling the air settling in my lungs as my chest tightened. I clenched my fists at my sides. With his palms flat against my inner thighs, he forced my legs wider, his thumbs on my pussy lips, spreading them, teasing the tip of his tongue over my clit. Shivers danced crazy spirals up my spine, and I craned my neck back as my eyes rolled shut, not recognizing that low moan coming from me.
“You like my tongue on your delicious cunt?” His warm breath fanning my wet flesh.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whispered, covering my face with my hands, my back arching, my body writhing and muscles tensing as he sucked and licked along my sensitive folds. I cried out when his tongue nudged against my entrance, his groans vibrating against my swollen flesh, undulating up to my core as he licked upward, taking my clit into his mouth. Braver, I reached down, sinking my fingers in his thick soft hair, his tongue lapping faster, teeth scraping harder, from my clit to my entrance, pleasure and pain fusing.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good. Your pussy is dripping for me, baby girl.”
His words ignited a flame so fierce, I felt my pussy grow wetter with each lap of his tongue. Every muscle in my body started to burn, and I arched up, desire pushing my greed for more. Sensing my need, Zayne slipped a finger inside me, and groaning I ground my hips, my body taking over, demanding more. He gave it to me, with gentle quick pumps, he slid his finger in and out and then bit down on my clit.
That pushed me over the edge before my climax exploded, pleasure flooding my body. Still, he didn’t let up, sucking and licking until I began flexing my hips. “That’s it, baby girl. Ride my tongue,” he breathed against my pussy lips. Gripping his hair tighter, I rocked my hips as my orgasm crested, my entire body a flaming ball of fire, muscles coiled tight. I closed my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure dancing through me, my body arched up, I palmed one breast, rolling the pad of my thumb over the hard nipple. “Fucking beautiful, Ria.”
I forgot to blush, urged on by his husky words. My body was still shuddering when he straightened and drew me to the edge of the hood, locking my legs around his waist. My eyes fluttered open. Leaning down, his lips met mine in the softest of kisses. I tasted myself on his lips, embarrassment burning my cheeks that I enjoyed the taste. His mouth dipped lower, nibbling the skin at my chin, my neck, his hand sliding under my tank to palm my breast, his fingers squeezing the nipple hard. I groaned.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. “You enjoyed riding my tongue?” I nodded. “You’re going to ride my cock hard too?” Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. He straightened, slid his hands down my thighs, and with a quick jerk under my skirt, his hands came away with my panty. He stuffed it, in his pants pocket. His lips met mine in another delirious kiss before his head dropped lower. Pushing up my tank, he wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking gently. He bit down then changed to slow licks creating a frenzy of tingles over my heated flesh while his fingers sought my clit once more. Rubbing, pinching, teasing before slipping into my pussy. Between his finger inside me and his mouth on my nipple, I wasn’t sure what to focus on, yet together, they made my body sing.
Taking my hand, Zayne guided it to his hard cock straining against his pants. “Take it out, baby girl.
Fumbling at first, I unzipped his fly, opened the single button and sank my hand inside his brief to cup his hard cock. Heated skin pulsed beneath my fingers, and I unconsciously squeezed. A guttural groan rumbled out his chest. Removing his fingers from my pussy, he straightened then slid me to sit with my legs over the edge. Biting my lip, I closed my eyes while massaging the rigid thickness.
“Open your eyes, Ria.” I did. “Take my cock out,” his voice was hoarse, raspy like he struggled for control.
My eyes on his crotch, I drew out the veined beauty, gasping when it twitched in my hand. Precum seeped out on the tip and I rolled my thumb over it. Zayne hissed in a breath. I lifted my gaze to his.
“Do you want it?” he asked. I nodded. “Where do you want it?”
“In my...um.” I had no idea why this man still made me feel so shy even though he’d had his mouth on me, twice now.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“In my pussy.”
His lips curved in a half-smile. Unbuttoning his shirt, he left it open, the tails out of his pants now fluttered in the breeze that had picked up. He seemed to notice. “Are you cold?”
With this man standing in between my legs, my hand on his cock, I was anything but cold. “No.” My eyes running over the hard muscles of his body. I reached up to circle a nipple and he sucked in a breath.
He slid a finger under my chin, letting my gaze meet his. “I’m going to fuck you now and it will hurt, okay?” I nodded. “Place your palms flat down on the hood and lean back a little. I did as he asked. “Now, lock your legs around my waist.” I did. With one of his arms around my ass, he slid me along the hood, letting my ass hang mid-air and tightening the gap between our bodies. He rolled up my skirt up until we had a view of my pussy and his cock. Still keeping his arm around my ass, he fisted his cock and guided it toward my pussy.
I held my breath, steeling myself for his touch, biting my lip. He rolled the head through my slit and my hips jerked, pleasure rocking into my core. His gaze on me, he inched the head in a little and I tensed, shutting my lids instinctively.
“Open your eyes, baby girl. You need to relax.”
I opened my eyes and stared into his, fascinated by the dark power in them, the raw hunger. He wanted me. He inched in a little more and I tensed again. “Zayne,” I whimpered. “I can’t. I can’t take anymore, please.”
Slowly he shook his head. “Breathe, Ria, I’m almost there.” He circled his hips slowly. “Your muscles are made to stretch. You just need to relax,” his tone gentle encouragement and he pushed in a little more
I felt my body rejecting the intrusion.
“Put your arms around me,” he whispered.
