Just when I had him where I wanted him, I swirled my tongue around and then applied a little more pressure. Using both hands to stroke him, I suctioned my mouth.
“Shit,” he swore, giving in to my technique. “I’m about to come.”
I kept doing exactly what I was doing, and his body started to shake.
“Zola.” He let out a hard, rough breath as he stared at me. His body gave in and he filled my mouth.
Keeping eye contact, I swallowed, gulping as much as I could before letting the last spurt dampen my shirt.
Breathing heavily, his broad chest rose and fell as he stared at me in disbelief. It took him a few seconds before he stumbled backward so he could pull me to my feet. He didn’t say anything. Just searched my eyes as he seemed to be warring with himself. The attraction between us pulsed through the air and I didn’t just want him. I craved him. And the thought of him leaving created a hole inside me.
And I need him to fill it.
Before he could think clearly, I pulled the t-shirt off and wiped my mouth on it as I tossed it to the ground. His eyes took in my breasts as I let them out of the lace bra that held them captive.
“Saint,” I murmured in the sexiest voice I could muster.
I placed my hands on his chest and then pulled his shirt off and over his head. Once he helped me take his shirt off, I knew he was down to play.
I reached up and pushed my lips up against his. He kissed me back, wrapping his arm around me as my naked body clung to him.
“Fuck me,” I begged softly.
He groaned, deepening the kiss. I felt his dick stirring. “I should go,” he said with a hint of uncertainty.
I shifted a hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his dick. “It doesn’t feel like you want to go.”
“I don’t want to go. But I should. I have to.”
“Why?”
“Because I want all of you and you’re not ready for that. But if you keep touching me like this and looking at me like this, I’m not going to be able to resist you.”
“Stop resisting,” I murmured as I situated the tip of his hard dick between my thighs.
He sucked in a sharp breath before our tongues wrestled gently. Our kisses became more reckless as our hands roamed freely over the other. There was a neediness that existed between us and each passing second it became more intense.
At some point, I stopped thinking and started operating on feelings alone.
Widening my stance, I slid the tip of his dick against my wet lips. I moaned into his mouth as I felt him get harder against me.
“What are you doing?” He panted the question as he moved my hand and started rubbing his dick against me on his own. “What are you doing to me?”
“I need you,” I blurted out.
I didn’t know where that came from, but it was the truth. He must’ve heard it in my voice, because he broke our kiss and looked at me.
“Tell me what you want, Zola,” he demanded.
“I want you to stretch me out and make me come on your dick.” I covered his hand with mine and pushed him against my entrance. Because of the angle I knew he couldn’t get in, but the feel of him knocking at the door made me throb. “I need you,” I repeated. “Do you feel how wet my pussy is for you?”
That was all it took.
Whipping me around, he bent me over the side of my couch and placed his hand in the center of my back.
I closed my eyes the moment I felt him kneel down. I felt his lips kissing my thighs and working up toward my ass and then finally, his tongue slid down my slit and caused me to cry out. The blood was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t hardly hear anything except my heart racing. I thought I heard a condom opening. But when he stood and I felt his hands on my hips and his dick pressed against me, I didn’t care.
Get it together, Zola! I chastised myself even though my body was feening for Saint. I’d never had unprotected sex and for the first time, I was ready and willing. Maybe he didn’t put one on…?
I hated that just the idea of him fucking me raw had me on edge.
“Why is your pussy so fucking good, Zola?”
I barely heard his question as he pushed himself into me.
“Shit,” he swore, digging his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself.
I was so wet that I didn’t feel the pain of his big dick stretching me out as he worked his way inside me. He didn’t pause to let me adjust. He applied constant pressure and went as deep as he could go. With each inch I felt closer to him.
I shuddered as I gave into the feelings we shared.
Rolling my body, I worked myself up and down his shaft. The rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness intensified every stroke. He was reaching parts of me I’d never had touched before, and I couldn’t do anything but take it.
I didn’t want to do anything but take it.
“I love the way that feels,” I moaned, letting my head dangle languidly. “God, I love the way you make me feel.”
Just saying it out loud made me clench.
“Oh shit,” he groaned softly, flexing his fingers against my hips and picking up the pace.
“Saint, please don’t stop.”
He let out a growl as he pounded into me. I couldn’t make out what he was saying under his breath, but with each heated word, his strokes became longer, deeper, faster.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, feeling myself about to come apart around him.
He must’ve felt it, too.
“Oh!” He sucked in air sharply. “That’s the spot right there, huh? Oh, God. You’re so fucking wet, Zola. Give it to me. I wish I could see that pretty face when I hit this spot right here. Right. There. Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiit.”
Without warning, my orgasm snuck up on me and rippled through my entire body. I gasped as it consumed me but no words, no sound, nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn’t even breath for a moment.
It was everything.
“Oh my God,” I said finally.
“Are you good?” he asked with one hand firmly planted on my hip and the other twisted in the soft coils of my hair.
“Yes,” I answered as he switched to long strokes. “I’m so, so good.”
A low, rumbling sound of approval erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. It was so sexy and primal. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into me.
I gasped for air. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. And the sound of his balls hitting my ass was like music.
“I want you so fucking bad, Zola,” he grunted. He brought both hands to my shoulders as he rammed into me, making sure he hit my spot over and over again. He moved his hands around my neck and applied pressure. “I want all of you.”
“I want you, too,” I panted, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. His fingers slid down my back, teasing my skin before he grabbed my hips and went to work. Each of his grunts and groans added to my building orgasm and I was panting.
“Saint, yes. Saint, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop, baby.”
“Please. Don’t. Stop,” I panted before I let out a series of moans.
“That’s it… that’s it… that’s it.”
He wrapped his arms around my middle so he could palm my breasts. He played with my nipples as he thrust into me. I felt him giving in and I cried out in ecstasy. The ache deep inside me exploded as he started losing control. My back arched, my muscles clenched, and I clamped down around him. He stiffened and let out the sexiest groan as he came.