“Fuck,” he groans. “Change of plans.”
He bends and sweeps me into his arms, then sets me gently on my bed. He unfastens his belt and drops his jeans. He’s not wearing underwear, and his cock greets me happily, the bob of his impressive length reminding me of the last time. My body responds to the memory, to the sight, and to the anticipation.
He’s mine.
He’ll be mine forever.
I can’t look away, transfixed by his beauty, his power.
His muscular torso twists as he yanks off his T-shirt.
“Baaaaaby,” I mewl, begging him like the greedy bitch I am. I rub my thighs together as I watch him from bed.
I’m so wet just watching him, I can’t take it. My jeans are still on, but with the air on my bra, what little there is of it, I’m aching everywhere. My back arches, I’m curling my toes… Fuck, I might come if he just breathes on me at this rate.
But it’s good. It’s so good, the way he climbs onto my bed, kneels above me, straddling my body with his legs. His cock is so close, it nearly grazes my chest, and I try to wiggle my ass on the mattress to bring that tasty tip to my mouth. The barbell that’s pierced through the tiny ridge of tender skin on the underside of the head beckons to my lips. I want to tug that silver stud between my teeth, licking to soothe against the sensation until he cries my name, but again, he stops me.
“I wanna ravish your tits until you scream,” he promises. “And then, I’m gonna taste your come. After that, you can do what you want.”
“Too much talking,” I grit out, but I smile as I echo what he said to me earlier.
He holds both my wrists above my head against the mattress and adjusts his weight so his mouth is over my lacy cups. He tears away the fabric with his teeth and masterfully flicks the tip of one nipple with his tongue. I lose my breath and thrash against the hold he has on me, but it’s all instinct, all reaction.
I love it. I love him.
I love the flood of pleasure that pours from his mouth, nipping and laving my exposed tip raw. No one else could make my body react this way.
This is him. This is me. Us.
The lava in my core, the breathlessness of every second I wait for him to suck me deeper into his sweet, hot mouth, is so pure, I squint against real tears.
“Baby,” I beg. “Oh God, baby.”
He knows just when to switch to my right breast, the cool air meeting my swollen nipple and bringing with it another kind of sensual agony.
He releases my hands so he can cup both breasts, squeezing and sucking, kneading, and nipping until I’ve got my legs around his hips and am grinding against his length.
My jeans are a horrible barrier, my drenched panties sticky with the evidence of my want.
We’re wordlessly in tune as he tugs his mouth away from my tits and unbuttons my jeans, one agonizing button at a time. His face is flushed now, his lips puffy from working my body, and I want that mouth, those perfect, sensual lips, to taste the effect he has on me.
I don’t have to tell him, because he’s already between my legs. My panties are on as he strokes his fingers along the insides of my thighs.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I could come just smelling you.”
I reach for my underwear, wishing he’d shred my panties the way he did my bra, but he swats my hand away.
“Mine,” he growls.
As if he’s read my mind, my panties are gone, literally, two scraps of fabric that split open at the seams under his fists. I know the feeling because right now, I want to burst, explode against the confinement of this pent-up need.
He tosses my panties, or what’s left of them, on the floor and kneels between my legs on the bed. His gaze is burning hot, and he puts one palm on the inside of each thigh and spreads my legs wide. He watches, taking in my trimmed pussy, the wetness of my arousal nearly dripping onto the bed. My legs quiver under his hot hands, but he holds them there and just looks.
His raw appraisal makes me feel even hotter, and I open my legs wider, tempting him to take all that’s his. And oh, does he take me. He drops his face to my pussy and breathes against the tender skin.
The cool air blasts my nerve endings before his tongue strokes liquid fire along my seam.
I buck against his palms, but he’s holding me firm, keeping me open. Now he’s the lion, and I am the meal as he feasts on my body. He flicks my clit with his tongue, lapping me until I’m even wetter.
I’m so on fire with need, I’m trembling and begging. Sounds are spilling from my mouth, my thighs are fighting a war they can’t win, but I’m no longer in control of my reactions. My body shakes and moans and moves as he wants it to, responding to him and him alone. When he frees one thigh, it’s only to move his hand to pinch my swollen clit between two fingers.
“Holy fuck!” I nearly launch off the bed, but I quickly settle back into a rhythm. His mouth against my opening, his fingers on my clit, and then, before I can prepare myself, three fingers thrust knuckle-deep inside. He doesn’t go in easy but hard, tugging his fingers against my walls until I’m shuddering and screaming, pulling his hair as I ride his face.
But I don’t just come once. He’s not going to let that happen. As soon as I stop screaming, he’s kneeling over me, his cock dangling against my mouth.
“Open,” he commands.
As if he even has to ask.
I lick my lips and grip his shaft with one hand. While I stroke the underside of his balls with the other hand, I lap my tongue against the tender pierced foreskin. I take the length of him into my mouth and wet him. When I close my lips around him, the piercing creates the slightest resistance, and he sucks in air, cursing and holding on to the wall behind the bed for support.
“Enough,” he grunts.
He’s on his back and tugs me up to sitting.
“Get on,” he demands. “I wanna watch your perfect fucking body while you ride me.”
I want the exact same thing. But not yet. I kneel above his chest, my tits raw from his teeth and tongue, my pussy already sated but somehow still ready for more, for him. I hold his face in my hands and gently kiss his lips, his nose, his chin.
He lies there, letting me show him how much I love him, exploring all the different ways this new thing between us feels and sounds. His eyes are closed, but they fly open when I move away from his face.
He watches my every move as I straddle his hips. I lower myself onto him slowly, letting every inch of my body expand to fit his size. “Oh…fuck,” I groan, dropping my head to his chest.
My hair falls into my face, and I’m dizzy as he fills me, his cock so long and thick, I can’t believe I have to ride him. But as soon as I adjust, I’m ready. I clench my thighs and throw back my head. My sweaty hair tangles over my shoulders as I lace my fingers through his. He locks his elbows so I can use his strength, gripping his hands while I work my hips in lazy, sensual circles on his erection.
I grind and work my hips on his, and his face goes hazy, his eyes smoky with emotion, passion. I speed up, his length hitting just the right spot while I tip my hips forward so the pressure on my clit matches the perfection happening inside.
“Baby, fuck!” I come again and again, pleasure spreading through my body. My nipples feel alive, on fire, my thighs burn as I clench against him. When I finish, panting and sweating, I don’t move, instead letting him take that moment to arch beneath me. He jerks his hips and thrusts, his sheer strength and size moving my body up and down on his cock. Our fingers still laced, my body flushed and raw, he roars, his essence flooding me. I feel the delicious drag of his stud inside me, adding that extra little bit of sensation that, fuck, we don’t even need. It’s dangerous how explosive we are together, and as we come down, cooling and sighing, it occurs to me that this is exactly what I thought I could have with him.