I pin him with a serious look. “You know so.”
The grin turns into a full chuckle, the deep sounds causing butterflies to swarm in my belly.
Closing my eyes, sleep pulls me in, murmuring, “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m right here, baby. I am not going anywhere.”
Arms outstretched, I fall into the seductive arms of oblivion only to wake up with him between my thighs.
Sunrays stream through the window, bathing him in a glow, making him appear even more handsome.
His intense eyes bore into mine, instantly making me hot. He emanates a raw masculinity and sheer sexuality that put me in the mood like nothing else.
I stretch leisurely before I hold myself on my forearms, biting my lip. “You waited for me to wake up first. Such a gentleman.”
“If you say so.” He smirks, wearing a mischievous gleam. “I just wanted to catch those eyes popping when I put my mouth on you.”
He flattens his tongue, licking me from bottom to top, and my fingers dig into the mattress, the pleasure so exquisite, my head rolls back.
A slap connects with my pussy and my eyes pop open, shifting my attention back to him.
“Eyes on me.”
“So bossy,” I moan as he coaxes every bit of pleasure from my folds.
I don’t even know who loves him eating me out more. But I’m definitely not complaining.
Our moans and groans flow into a decadent rhythm of sensuality. He feasts on me as if I am his last meal—greedy, then leisurely, like he can’t decide between savoring or devouring me.
I fist the sheet as he sweeps me somewhere only bliss awaits. That high is so addictive, I never want to sober up. It’s a wonder I’ve held on for so long, forsaking rapture.
Between his skilled mouth and proficient fingers applying just the right pressure and constant rhythm, I don’t stand a chance. When he nibbles on my clit and scissors his fingers inside of me, wringing every bit of pleasure, I explode, stars dancing before my eyes, lighting up the entire room.
I fall on my back, catching my breath as he climbs on top of me, licking my juices from his mouth and chin.
The image is so erotic, my thighs clench, not caring that I am sensitive after I just came.
I pull him down to me, kissing him with ardor, desperately needing him.
He slips inside me, so maddeningly slow, I feel every ridge of his iron cock, conquering me from inside, ravishing and ruining me for anyone else.
Locking my arms around his neck, I dig my heels into his back, wanting to feel him even closer, pushing him even deeper inside of me. He fills me to completion. In and out of bed.
There’s always a pinch of pain involved, one I crave just as much. He’s so deliciously big that it’s a struggle to take every inch, the tight fit making me delirious with lust.
A low sound of satisfaction rumbles in his throat. “Fuck, I am already at your cervix. I can’t get deeper,” he says, sounding as if there was a possibility he would, his desperation matching mine.
Burying his face in the crook of my neck, my nails scratch along his back to mark him just as he marks me.
As he makes love to me, emotions overwhelm me, and tears gather in my eyes. Something irreversible clicks in place. A titanium chord latches around our beings, locking our hearts and binding us forever. Nothing could ever tear us apart. The experience is so intense yet sweet. I palm his face, and he notices my welled-up gaze.
He kisses my eyelids, the tip of my nose, peppering my face with kisses.“Mo run. The treasure of my life. My one and only love.”
Passion might be the driving force, but love commands our every action, creating an emotional connection that transcends the physical and bends every rule.
His words push me over the edge, and I shatter, squeezing him like I never want to let him go, believing him wholeheartedly.
Gripping my thigh, he feeds me his desire with every rock of his hips, using my body as a vessel for his pleasure, a tool to satiate his incessant lust.
