We stare at each other, my heart beating wildly against his chest, his knee pressed up between my legs, his hands buried in my hair.
I know this is a risk.
But he wants me, too.
It’s in his eyes and his hammering pulse, his rock-hard cock against my hip. And somehow, just knowing this is enough.
All my worries are silenced in the crashing waves of want as we slam together, making out against his door, and then on his floor.
He peels off my clothes, piece by piece, as his mouth moves over my skin. Kissing. Sucking. Softly biting. Testing with his teeth and tongue as he explores every curve.
And I let him, fucking basking in it.
When he strips off my bra, he cups my breasts and suckles my nipples into hard peaks, making both of us moan. He kisses his way down my belly with a fervor.
He strokes his beard on the insides of my thighs as he moves between them, nuzzling my pussy through my panties, inhaling my scent.
I shiver, feeling dizzy with lust, my heart pounding with excitement. His desire is palpable and it’s making me feel high.
As soon as he rips my panties down and gets them off, he buries his face between my legs, groaning in pleasure. He wraps his lips around my clit. His mouth is warm and insistent, and he goes after it as hungrily as he did my mouth.
Fuck.I knew he’d be good at this.
He sucks on my pulsing clit and I gasp.
So,sogood . . .
He eats me out like he’s been craving it for days, weeks, ever since we met. Lapping and kissing and suckling as I pant and dig my fingers into his hair. His tongue delves inside me, making me groan.
Then he flickers it over my clit, teasing. And when I shiver, gasp “yes,” he rewards me with more ravenous sucking.
“Mmm, Sierra,” he moans as he makes out with my pussy, and heat shudders through me.
He slides a thick finger inside me, fucking me with it as he sucks. The flood of sensations is almost too much to handle and I cry out, bucking against him.
“Shh,” he soothes me. “I’ve got you.” But he sounds thrilled. Like he’s just discovered his new favorite game. Then he slides a second finger up my pussy.
I whimper, swear, and he groans.
“This what you needed, baby?” he murmurs against my thigh.
It’s like we’ve both been reduced to this singular act, stripped down in mere frantic moments to our aching bodies as he pours all his focus into guiding my pleasure, and I just try to hold on.
I want to come.
I don’t want to come so fast.
I bite my lip. Struggle not to grind against his hand, his face.
I can’t even respond to his question, and he doesn’t need a verbal answer.
My body says it all. My moans and helpless gasps as he strokes his fingers in and out. I spread my thighs wider, wanting more, more, more.
“Good,” he murmurs drunkenly. Sucking on me. Teasing with his hot mouth. “That’s good, Sierra. You feel so good, don’t you?”
In his voice, the pain of his aching resistance, his own struggle to hold back.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more beautiful, more magical, more fucking desired.
