I grab either side of his head and slant my mouth over his, pulling him into an open-mouthed kiss, though I deny him my tongue. A flurry of winged insects buzzes beneath my skin, and my stomach flips, sending the butterflies soaring. It’s not supposed to be passionate, yet our lips dance to a slow, heavy bass.
My pussy floods, and the urge to grind into him becomes overwhelming, though I refrain because I know if it’s torture for me, then it is for him, too. Still, I let him taste a small moan, prompting him to deepen the kiss, searching for more.
I retreat as he surges forward, attempting to deepen it further. I keep our lips locked but deny him access. He inhales deeply through his nose, inflating his chest where another deep growl rumbles within its depths. Still, I refuse him, using my hold on either side of his jaw to keep him somewhat contained. I can feel his muscles swelling with frustration, and when I let him sip on another moan, his hands tighten around the bench until the wood creaks, as if he’s trying to snap it in half.
I smile against him, and whatever fortitude he possesses slips and crashes at our feet. He comes alive, his arms snapping around me, one hand fisting my hair while the other palms my ass, wrenching a sharp gasp from my throat when he squeezes it and roughly jerks me against him. He takes advantage of the opening and dives his tongue past my teeth. Lightning strikes the moment it meets mine, nearly sending me out of my skin.
My hands dive into his hair, gripping the soft strands as he brings me impossibly closer, molding every inch of me against him, his muscles rippling as he goes from complacency to devouring me.
His tongue is demanding as it lashes at mine, setting off firework after firework until I’m practically climbing his body just to get closer, though there isn’t a single millimeter of space between us.
My pussy pulses with need, and a deep ache forms within, practically screaming to be filled. Giving in, I grind against him, a growl and a mewl exchanging between our lips. The two sounds seem to loosenthe knot around our vocal cords, and suddenly, needy whimpers and breathy moans are slipping free. It’s impossible to tell whose are whose, only that the two of us swallow them down eagerly.
I rock against him again, shuddering from the sharp pleasure that rockets through me. His hand on my ass becomes bruising as he uses his grip to guide my rolling hips along the hard ridge of his cock, both of us desperate for the friction.
Once I start, I can’t stop. It feelssofucking good.
I tell myself I’m not losing control, I’m just letting myself ride the waves. But then my head is snapping back on a loud moan while his mouth descends to my nipple, capturing it between his teeth. My eyes roll, and he groans before sucking harshly, making my hips stutter from the sheer force of the pleasure commanding me.
It borders on painful, and I don't know if it's that combination or because the angle is just right as I grind against him, but I'm already so close to tipping over the edge.
“Dread, wait,” I gasp, the euphoria climbing further when he nips at my nipple. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He growls, releasing my hair to grab the other side of my ass. He retreats from my breast, though he stays close, his hot breath blowing across the hard peak and sending shivers down my spine.
“What a needy little pussy,” he says, the deep timbre of his voice rough and harsh. It travels straight to my core, and I let out another hoarse mewl. “Haven’t even got my cock inside you yet, and you’re ready to come all over it.”
“Nng.” I try to speak, but my vision tunnels and my entire body tenses, centering its focus between my legs.
“That’s it,” he whispers before releasing a delicious moan he shouldnevergive out for free. It should be behind an egregious paywall just to hear it. “Let me see how pretty you look when you come, darling.”
Never mind.
It cost me my sanity.
“Oh, fuck, Dread,” I cry out, my head kicking back again.
The pressure bursts, like a light bulb exploding. Then, my vision snuffs, casting me in the dark.
My eyes roll and hips convulse as the orgasm slams into me. My spine bows, forcing him to band an arm around my waist so I don’t fall back. The ecstasy is sharp, causing my core to contract almost painfully.
“Fuck yeah,” Dread groans, his hot breath now fanning across the underside of my jaw.
I’m faintly aware of him watching me break apart. I only hope he’s fast enough to catch all my pieces before they hit the floor.
I cling to him much like I did when we stood at the edge of the pool. My brain will never truly understand how we got from there to here—where along the line I decided giving my breath to Dread is better than letting the water take it away.
I suppose it's not much different than dying when I end up at heaven’s gates, anyway.
The orgasm ebbs, and I drop my chin with a breathless moan, my mouth nearly colliding with his parted lips. His stare burns into me intently, picking apart every inch of my face as I slowly come down. He reveres me as if I’m a celestial being he’s seeing for the first time.
The butterflies in my stomach mutate the second I dare meet his eyes, becoming something more monstrous. Their wings beat with a force that makes my insides feel as if I’m free-falling from a mountain. It’s too much, too intense, so I crash my lips against his, needing an escape. It’s another explosion that takes my breath away, but I’m so eager to bury the feeling in my stomach, I dive my tongue inside his mouth in hopes I’ll be safer inside him.
He groans while I claw at his T-shirt, followed by the distinct sound of fabric tearing. He pulls back to rip it over his head before slamming his mouth to mine once more, the move so quick, my brain hardly processes the brief moment we separated.
Except I know we did, because now, his bare skin fuses with mine, only heightening the electricity passing between us. My hands tug at his hair while his explore my naked flesh, leaving a devastating effect in their wake.
The energy surrounding us is as potent as it is volatile, and if cities lived along the planes of our stomachs, they’d be in turmoil, their fragile structures no match beneath the storms raging between us.
