"Are you ok─"
I start but before I finish her lips are plastered to mine. My eyes snap shut as she anxiously moves her lips. I grip the back of her head as she climbs on my lap tangling her hands in the back of my hair.
Her hips rotate over my jean clad cock, and I groan into the kiss. My hands drift lower settling on her hips guiding her body up and down my shaft. I can feel the heat from her pussy seeping through her jeans. The friction has me seeing double. Her moans and whimpers fill the backseat of this cab. All my blood is in my dick, and I just want to bury myself inside her.
She removes her lips from mine just enough to mumble a few words that set me on fire.
"I need you." Her voice is hoarse from all the hormones. I squeeze the life out of her hip bones, leaving bruises I am sure. I freeze, not knowing if I should speak or not. Her lips descend to my neck leaving open mouthed kisses along the column of my throat.
"Va─" I start but never finish.
"B, please. I want you. I want this, I need this,” she whines in my ear. Her voice sends chills down my arms. The words that fall from my mouth are my death sentence.
"Just one stop," I choke out to the cab driver.
I'm going straight to hell. I do not pass go and I do not collect two hundred dollars.
His hands are everywhere. First they are at my shirt removing it from my body. I push my pants off my legs while shoving my feet out of the heels I am wearing. It's slow motion in my head, but reality is fast forward. His large palms are exploring the dips, curves, and edges of my body. He's an immigrant to a foreign land and he wants to commit me to memory, swear his citizenship to me, abide by the laws of my body, make me his home.
While his lips mold to mine, moving in sync, our tongues are fighting for dominance, but I soon give up to him allowing him to intrude my mouth. I'm afraid that is what my entire life will be like if I give myself to Bishop.
I tried telling myself that it would just be sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
But I know, I know when I leave, when the sweat dries, and I throw my clothes on to walk out his door, it won't just be sex. I'll still feel him everywhere, even after the shower washes away the evidence of our encounter. Every touch scars my skin, it burns the flesh, until it's in my bones and that's where he will stay.
Because he's my B. Nothing between us could be casual. Not now, not ever.
Bishop picks my body up as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrapping tightly around his torso, my hands running along the unreal ridge of muscles in his back.
I can feel the heat underneath his shirt, and I want it off. I want to feel bare skin. I want to feel all of him pressed on all of me. I need more, more of him. All of him. I push my hands underneath the material, slowly starting to unbutton his shirt when I become way too impatient. My eager hands rip at the expensive top, hearing the buttons scatter across the floor sends chills up my spine.
"A little eager, don't you think, Valor?" His words are molten lava pouring across my body. I press myself tighter to his body, feeling his growing bulge rub me over my panties. He groans at the contact and I smirk.
"A little excited, don't you think, Bishop?" Just because I was a virgin didn’t mean I was going to submit my attitude.
His lips are on my neck and I feel his smile, his hair is rubbing my face.
"Always a smart ass," he grumbles into my skin, and I laugh gently.
He pulls his head up to look at my face, and I study his in return. My hand moves from around his neck, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He watches me, watching every movement, every breath. He leans closer to me, rubbing his nose on mine, before letting out a breath of words.
“You’re going to be what destroys me, Vallie. But I think I’m going to let you do it anyway.”
His lips are on mine again before I can reply, but I feel the severity of the words. My heart aches, thumps loudly in my chest, because it knows. Now one hand is wrapped in my hair at the nape of my neck keeping my head where he wants me, and the other is wrapped around my body, his fingers splayed out on my stomach because his toned arm is holding me tightly to his torso.
I moan into our kiss loving the way our tastes mingle together in passionate harmony. My nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds and every time they rub against his chest it sends another electric shock to my wet core.
My stomach feels like it's on a merry go round. It never stops spinning. This moment will change everything between us and that thought alone makes me want to jump into ice cold water. He's been so unattainable all my life and here he is. Racing his hands across my body, seeking the finish line.
We are moving, somewhere, and I'm not sure how Bishop is navigating his way through his house because his lips have moved from my own and are delivering dangerously good kisses, nips, and licks to my neck. His hand has pulled my hair allowing him more access to my pale skin.
Right when I'm starting to think he is godlike, he trips slightly on what my back finds out is the steps. He gently lays me down on the hardwood step hovering over me like a lion trapping his prey.
His lips travel up my neck to my ear. "I can't wait. I feel like I’ve waited all my life for you.” His tortured groan has me pulling his waist into me allowing me to rub myself along his hardened length that is trapped in his pants.
I gasp as I feel his long skilled fingers travel down, down, down…fucking finally. Flashbacks of the night in the locker room have me reeling. I've dreamed of this, of his fingers making me fall apart.
They dip into the lace thong that is doing a shit job at hiding my wetness. One slow middle finger glides across my slit, spreading my juices across the soft skin.
"Fuck, you're soaked for me, Val. This pussy is dripping, waiting for my cock to claim her isn't it?"
His breath is cooling the burn on my skin, and I grip his shoulders pulling him closer to my body hoping it'll aid this sensation I'm chasing. He adds another finger, but only slowly rubbing up and down, teasing me. It's torture, the worst kind imaginable.
"Bishop, more, please…" I beg. My heart is playing the drums in my chest. My body feels like it's connected to an electric current. I've never felt more alive.
"Be patient for me, Vallie baby."
I can be the most patient person on the earth. I have to wait for perfect opportunities to shoot throughout an entire game, but being patient while Bishop's body is playing games with my vision of a perfect orgasm is not an option at the moment. He continues to tease, until finally he slips one finger inside me sending me into heaven. One finger pumps inside of me, slowly, twisting ever so slightly hitting all the right spots.
"You're squeezing my fingers so tight, Val. Am I even gonna fit inside this little pussy?" he purrs as he kisses his way down my body. My eyes fly open as his head dives towards the inside of my thighs and I nearly scream when his plump lips meet my clit.
"Holy shit!"
He moans into my pussy, sending toe-curling vibrations throughout my spine. Adding another finger he makes sweet love to me with his mouth. His lips, tongue, and fingers working together harmoniously to give me the best experience of my life. He hums softly while he flicks his tongue in a circle pattern on my clit before sucking on the tiny bead, all the while his fingers pump in and out of me.
My left hand is latched onto his head, digging my fingernails into his hair, while my right hand pushes my weight off the steps to allow myself leverage to push my hips closer to his magical tongue.