Ribs cracked.
Bruiseseverywhere.
I can't—
Before I can finish the thought, she grabs my arms and *pushes. *
I fall back onto the bed with a grunt, the air knocked out of my chest.
"Bec's—"
"Shh," she whispers, and the sound of it—commanding, sultry—makes my cock jerk.
She leans down and kisses me.
Slow.
Deep.
Her tongue slides against mine, tasting, exploring.
I groan into her mouth, my hands moving to her hips, gripping her bare skin.
She pulls back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark and hungry.
Then she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock.
I hiss.
Her grip is firm, confident.
She strokes me once, twice, and I can feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
She leans down and kisses my chest.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Her lips trail over my pecs, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat on myskin.
She moves lower.
Kissing.
Licking.
Tasting every inch of me.
My abs tense under her mouth.
My hands fist in the sheets.
And then she's there.
Her face hovering over my cock.
Her breath warm against the head.
