It was insulting in a way, but in another part of me that knew no shame, I relished how urgent the need to have me made him—almost brutal. His skin was on fire, waves and waves of heat came off him, washing over me. I gladly drowned in his warmth.
Cupping my breasts in his hands, he bent his head and ravished them. He sucked hard on my nipples, making me squirm uncontrollably from the bolts of arousal shooting through me. The sight of his full head of hair as he moved like a starved man from one breast to the other enthralling me.
His teeth relentlessly teased the sensitive buds as he marked every inch of my chest with kisses before moving across my shoulder blades. He scorched my skin as he worked his way up to my neck.
My head fell back in response and my legs wound desperately around his waist, my arms encircling his shoulders as I tried to hang on to sanity. “Fuck me.” I trembled, unable to endure the torment any longer. “Angelo. Take me!”
He bit softly on my bottom lip, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth, engulfing me with his wonderful taste.
Frantically, I began to pull at my underwear, desperate to get the scrap of fabric off me so he could have full access to where I needed him to be. He moved back slightly to help me, and in moments the barrier was dealt with. I was fully and indecently exposed before him, but there was not even an ounce of shyness in my being.
I spread my legs as wide as they would go, my sex pulsing and desperate for his attention.
I thought he would ram his cock inside of me, but instead he lowered down to his knees and threw my legs across his shoulders. Then his mouth covered my sex.
“Angelo,” I cried.
He lapped at my arousal like he wanted to devour me. Then he sucked my whole pussy into his mouth.
A small scream went off in my mind and whether it sounded or not—I couldn’t tell. My back arched, my hand reaching out to sink my fingers into his hair. I held on tight and moaned as his tongue shot in and out of me. It was beautiful and crazy at the same time.
When I thought I’d lost my mind, he let go and his lips closed around my clit, sucking on the swollen sensitive bud in a hard, ruthless rhythm.
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
At that point, his fingers joined the assault on my senses. He plunged three digits inside me, curved them at the perfect angle, and began to relentlessly pump in and out of me.
So there I was— speared, stroked, sucked, and relentlessly finger-fucked. I rode that crest of pure unadulterated ecstasy until the moment he bit my clit …
With a scream, I exploded into his mouth.
He didn’t let go. In the violent madness of my climax, I fought him away even as I slammed my sex against his mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body rocked as if I was riding his face. I would have fallen off the counter if he hadn’t held me in place. When I somewhat recovered enough to open my eyes, I saw the satisfied smile across his face.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. “You lost control of your body. I made you lose control of your body.”
“You bastard,” I muttered.
He chuckled.
I kinda hated him for it.
“I just wanted to let you feel a tiny fraction of what I feel every day when I look at you,” he explained.
“I got the message,” I said, and pulled his face down to mine. “Loud and clear.” I kissed him hard and desperately. Every fiber of my being perked up to attention, my body throbbing in anticipation of his cock. I was in such a haze of lust I did not even notice that he had found himself a condom and sheathed himself.
He grabbed the massive shaft that seemed to have tripled in size then rubbed it up and down my cleft.
I moaned at the stimulating tease. The flushed head spread my slickness up and down my opening. “Put it in,” I begged, unable to wait any longer. My eyes clenched shut and held my breath as I felt the head of his cock slip into my opening. Greedy and desperate for him, my sex instantly sucked him in.
“You are so fucking tight,” he growled and his body shuddered at the shallow entrance. But when I tried to thrust my hips forward to pull all of him inside me, he held me in place, his biceps clenching hard under my fingers. “Slow down,” he said. “I want to savor this … I want to feel all of you.” He breathed harshly into the crook of my neck.