I groaned under his frantic touch, the feel of his rough fingers on my breast setting the space between my legs aflame. I craved his naked skin against mine. I tugged at his shirt, eager to run my hands along the ridges of his firm body and press my breasts against his muscled chest. He pulled free and yanked his shirt overhead. I took the opportunity to discard my shoes and shorts, and so did he. Then he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed. I laughed as I bounced atop the crisp white linens, cool like satin under my heated skin.
He climbed atop me and pressed his hips into mine. He was rock hard beneath his boxers, and I arched my back to grind myself into his hardness. He grabbed my wrists and held me down, arms pinned on either side of my head. He kissed me ferociously, teeth clashing and biting. He rubbed himself against me, and I squirmed under the delicious friction.
He broke the kiss, and before I could catch my breath, he took one of my nipples into his mouth and dragged it through his teeth. I yelped at the combination of pain and pleasure and thrust my breast up for more. He chuckled wickedly and obliged, sucking it deeper into his mouth before biting down, harder this time, and I moaned.
I dragged my fingernails down the hard planes of his back until I found the firm globes of his ass. As he tortured my nipple, I dug my nails into his muscles, pressing him toward me. I rubbed myself against him, desperate for more contact, the sensation of his teeth on my nipple not enough to sate the hunger between my legs.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he said, voice gravelly with need. He rose to his knees, pulled off my panties, and tossed them aside. I scrambled to my knees, overcome with lust, took him by his shoulders, and pushed him onto his back on the bed. He lay there, eyes hungry, the muscles of his jaw twitching with strain beneath the roguish quirk of his mouth.
The length of his athletic body and his tented boxers painted a delectable picture. I licked my lips; I wanted to taste him.
His eyes dilated with anticipation, knowing exactly what I wanted. “You want this cock, don’t you, Lena?”
I smiled, devilish. That’s how I felt—devilish, powerful, and fabulous.
“Take it. Take my cock. Fuck me with your mouth, baby.”
My lust spiked at his dirty talk. I pulled off his boxers, and wet pleasure surged between my legs at the sight of him, hard and full, thick head glistened with pre-come. I straddled his muscular thigh, ran my wetness against his leg, and dragged my nails up his sack. He shivered, and his hands fisted the sheets. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, bent over, and slowly licked the tip. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned. I closed my mouth over his head and sucked. His body jerked and chest rumbled with deep sounds of pleasure. I rubbed myself against his leg as I pulled him deeper into my mouth, my head moving up and down in time with the movement of my hips.
He threaded his hands into my hair and tugged hard, urging me further down his length. I met his demands, turned on by his desire, and he grew harder and thicker in my mouth. I hummed with satisfaction, and he shivered from the vibrations.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled. “Now.”
He pulled me off him, gripped my hips hard, fingers pinching flesh, and flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs wide with his knees, took himself in hand, and placed himself at my entrance. He coated the head of his cock with my wetness while he devoured my mouth and, without hesitation, drove himself into me.
I cried out from the exquisite pain and solid fullness; he was big, and it had been a long time. He took my chin firmly in his hand and kissed me savagely, as savagely as he moved inside me with deep, forceful thrusts.
I raked my nails down his back, relishing his roughness and wanting more. My knees went wider, and I wrapped my legs around him, tilting my hips until I felt the weight of his balls on my ass. His unrelenting rhythm and the way he moved his body against my clit was too much. I reached the precipice of climax, desperate to come with his entire body pressed against mine.
“Elias! Yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
The power in his voice demanded, and I obeyed. I shattered into a quivering mass of sensation. With each stroke, the pulses of my orgasm thundered through my body, my moans accompanying them, deep and husky.
I gripped him tight until the shockwaves subsided and he slowed, my over-sensitive flesh twitching with each additional stroke. The tremors calmed, and he quirked his playboy smile as I brushed the sweaty strands of hair from my face.
“My turn,” he said with a mischievous grin and pulled out.
He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips into the air. I scrambled to get my hands under me and looked over my shoulder. Elias’s tan muscled body glistened with sweat. He took himself in hand and the ache between my legs returned.
He met my eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you, Lena?”
My entire body shivered with need. “Yes,” I said, my voice low and breathy.
“Tell me, Lena. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Elias. Please.”
He groaned and thrust into me. I cried out from the fullness at that angle. Damn, he felt good, and his deep strokes threatened to bring me to climax once again.
His pace increased, and I knew he was getting close. “Fuck, Lena!” He wrapped his hand around my front, dragging his fingers through our combined wetness and rubbed my clit ruthlessly. “I’m gonna come, baby. Come with me.”
My orgasm came on slow but steady and strong. I screamed his name as it built momentum, and that pushed him over the edge. He grunted, thrusting hard, and his orgasm claimed him. He stilled, one hand digging into my hip, the other slowly circling my clit as he emptied himself into me.
He collapsed onto my back, wrapped both arms around my middle, and pulled me down onto the bed. He was still inside me, spooning me, leg draped over mine, our heavy breathing and the crashing waves loud in the otherwise quiet space. I took the arm wrapped around my waist and pulled it between my breasts, hugging him close, and kissed his fingertips. He snuggled in, nuzzling my neck, and kissed my shoulder.
“We should have done this weeks ago,” I mumbled.
