“Zach,” she says, gripping my hair harder and rolling her hips closer to me, and I give her a long lick from top to bottom, swirling my tongue inside before sliding back up and then biting her navel to her moan.
Tracing the faint, barely visible scar from the C-section she had to deliver Emmaline, I kiss it, whispering after each kiss, “You. Are. The. Most. Beautiful. Woman. To. Ever. Exist.” Lowering my mouth back to her pussy, I open her up with my fingers, swiping my tongue over her lips one by one before sucking on one, each lick making me addicted to her taste. I growl into it, wanting nothing more than to permanently reside in this heaven with her scent and taste filling every part of me.
Her pussy spasms around my tongue, almost swallowing it inside. I know she is close to coming.
I drag it slowly back out, licking her clit one last time before scraping my teeth over her stomach, wanting a hickey there too.
Phoenix huffs in frustration, her thumbs twisting her nipples, her skin flushing red as her breathing speeds up, while her body appears to be buzzing with need for the satisfaction I refuse to give her now. “Why are you torturing me?” she asks and then hisses when I tunnel my tongue into her belly button. Her stomach dips under me before I move up to the underside of her breasts. Rising to my feet and placing my hands on her hips, I hike her up so that her legs wrap around me and her breasts are in front of me where I suck one of them. I flick my tongue over the nipple before giving it one last bite, causing her to jerk in my arms, her hands pulling at my hair so hard I almost chuckle.
Vicious vixen.
“This is me loving you.” I shift my focus to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, as I blindly walk to the bed and put her on it, lying on top of her with my covered dick digging into her wetness. She moans from under me, cradling me with her hips, and arches her back, her hair splayed over the black sheets and her eyes heated with so much desire as if the world will end if I don't fuck her soon.
No.
If I don’t make love to her soon.
“Zach, please,” she says and then palms my head, our mouths meeting in a hot kiss, and I almost come right fucking there with my dick dry humping her through the fucking sweatpants as she keeps moaning into my mouth, coating me in her wetness, her legs hiking over my hip, locking me in her embrace.
I lower my mouth to her chin, nipping on it once, twice, before asking. “What do you want, baby?” I grab her thighs, pushing them apart and giving myself more space as I drag my dick up and down her slit before pressing it against her clit, and she gasps into my mouth, biting on her lip as I rock my hips back and forth, purposefully driving us both insane. “Do you want my dick inside your pussy, fucking you for hours?” I murmur in her ear, rolling my hips once again, and she hisses, her legs tightening around me, but my strong grip doesn't let her get the friction she eagerly seeks.
“Yes,” she replies, and I smile in the crook between her shoulder and neck before giving it a gentle bite and replying to her groan of distress.
“No, darling. I won’t.” I plaster my splayed palms on either side of her head, looming above her. “Let’s try again, love. What.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Want?” Thrust. The front of my sweatpants is so fucking wet from her juices and my leaking cum it’s a fucking miracle neither of us comes.
She thrashes her head from side to side, reacting again. “For you to fuck me hard.” Her hand wraps around the bulge, stroking it up and down, my blue balls already fucking turning even bluer, if it’s possible. “I want this inside me.” Her fingers find my drawstring, ready to untie it. “If you just open it up and give it… No, no, no,” she whispers in despair when I push up from her, moving back until I’m standing again in front of the bed. When I take off my sweats, my dick springs out hard as fucking steel. She sits up, her long, dark hair all over her, her luminous eyes calling to me just like the sirens did to the fishermen, luring them with their beauty alone.
But she is not a siren.
She is a phoenix reborn from her own ashes, the golden beauty whose gorgeousness is eternal.
My Phoenix.
Phoenix
I’m burning.
The fire is spreading through my veins, burning everything in its wake, while desire sinks into every bone in my body, demanding that this man satisfy what he started.
My pussy is dripping, aching from his mouth, and wanting his hard cock inside me while I want to wrap myself all around him, never letting go, because his presence alone grounds me in the present, making me believe that as long as he is with me, everything will be all right.
He stands naked in all his handsome glory, reminding me of the Greek statues of ancient warriors with his tanned skin and muscled body. I love the weight of him on me.
Without thinking, I rise slowly, moving to him as he strokes his cock up and down, the purple head calling to me, and I place my mouth on his collarbone, scraping my teeth over it, sliding to his six-pack where I suck and bite on each square, wanting everyone to know this man is taken.
He belongs only to me, just like I belong only to him.
“What do you want, Phoenix?” he asks me again, his fingers threading in my hair and tilting my head back so I can look at him, and I know he sees a challenge in them.
I’m done telling him what I want, since he doesn't listen anyway.
I’m going to take what I want.
Focusing back on his mouthwatering body, I continue my journey, leaving wet spots all over him, until I reach his cock. I nuzzle my cheek into it and inhale his smell. He groans above me, his fingers pulling my hair harder when I lick the tip and then trace my tongue over the length until I reach the base, my hands clenching around his balls. His breathing becomes uneven as he steps toward me.
Gliding my hands to his ass, I dig my nails into it as I lean back and envelop him in my mouth, sucking him in and enjoying as he slowly goes farther and farther. “I love your hot mouth on me, baby. The sweet, hot heaven every man dreams of.” He steps back a little as he drags the tip over my lips. His gaze darkens, with possessiveness coating his every word. “My mouth. Only mine.” I nibble on the head again, moaning when the precum hits my tongue, and suck on him again, pushing him deeper into me until my gag reflex kicks in and he stills my movements, swaying back a little. “Careful, baby.” And then I jerk forward again, my lips wrapped tightly around him, giving him the heat he so wants while I’m almost dizzy from the desire crashing over me. My pussy clenches and unclenches, begging for attention, but at the same time I want to bring him as much pleasure as he gave me.
He slides out of my mouth, tugging on my hair, and he asks once again, “What do you want, love?” He rubs my probably red and puffy lips with his thumbs. “What are you begging me for with those eyes of yours?”
Removing my hands from his, I wrap one around his cock while my other palm slides down my stomach to my core, cupping it with a finger slipping inside, giving me a sense of fake relief to my desire… at least for a little while. “I want it inside me. Please, Zachary.” I whimper when the heel of my palm presses against my clit, moaning when I almost find the perfect rhythm, gliding my hand up and down. Just a few more strokes and I can have my oblivion, even if it’s going to be short-lived.