“Did it hurt?” I ask.
“Nothing hurts me. Not anymore.” His voice is husky and hard as he crushes his lips against mine again. With firm hands, he grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he pulls his lips off of mine and raises my body higher. His mouth falls over my nipple, sucking through the lace of my bra. His tongue twirls around it, and the friction of the lace and his hot tongue leave me panting. His tongue flicks back and forth over the stiff peaks, drawing out a long moan as I drag my fingers through his hair and rest my cheek on his head.
He walks me effortlessly back to my bed and lays me down lightly as if I'm made of delicate porcelain. My head meets the mattress and Anders releases my tit. Throwing his head up, he starts to crawl on top of me, and then stops midway.
“Shit, I don't have a condom. Do you?”
“No, I don't.” He starts to pull back, but I quickly grab his shoulders and stop him. “Wait,” I say, holding his eyes on mine. “I'm okay with it if you're okay with it.”
I wait anxiously for an answer. Time seems to slow, but it doesn't stop my body from growing wetter and hotter. His eyes dart between mine, and I'm suddenly afraid he's going to reject me.
My heart races inside my chest, and my stomach starts to twist like corded rope. The feeling doesn't last long as Anders throws himself down, dragging a hand through my hair while his lips bruise mine with fierce passion.
I have his answer.
His hard cock presses against the inside of my thigh as he pulls his mouth away and starts to flutter kisses down my neck. Arching my back, his hand smooths down between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach and comes to a stop as he cups my mound.
“Your panties are so wet,” he whispers against my stomach as he continues kissing his way down my belly.
“Mm,” the moan falls out of my mouth as I rock my pussy against his palm. “You make me wet. You make me wetter than I've ever been before.”
He growls and gently nips my skin as he reaches my pussy. His mouth is hovering so close to my clit, I can feel his breath as he exhales. He hasn't even touched me with any part of his mouth yet, but my legs are shaking and my stomach is quaking.
With thick fingertips, he grips my knees and opens legs wider. His tongue drags over my panties, and he laps at the soaked lace before dragging them down with his teeth. He uses his hands to slide them over my hips and toss them aside. Then he is back between my legs, his lips hovering over my pussy, and then I feel it. A light flick against my clit, drawing out a long moan. The sharp edges of my teeth dig into my bottom lip as my back arches off the bed.
Holy shit.
My nails grip the blanket as his tongue sweeps down my slit and between the folds, then dips inside my heat. I can hear him eating me out, the sounds of his tongue and lips as they lick and suckle my swelling bud are the only sounds mixing with my moans.
His fingers clench my thighs harder as his tongue spears inside my body. Finding my clit again, he releases one leg and drives a finger inside my body.
“Mm,” he groans as my pussy pulses, clenching around his finger. A second finger stretches my walls as his tongue massages my clit with short strokes.
Looking down, Anders eyes are watching me. He's enjoying the show, the way he's manipulating my body with every flick of my clit.
Throwing a hand into his hair, I tear at his roots as everything around me goes silent. The world quickly fades, even my mind is blank. I'm only here, right here with him, and nothing else matters.
His head is moving, his fingers are penetrating, and the orgasm rips through my body without warning. My back arches hard again as a tremble renders me helpless.
Anders places an open palm on my belly and presses me back down. Lifting up onto his knees, his face and beard are glistening. He doesn't wipe his face off, instead he launches forward to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips, and it actually turns me on.
His cock rests right between my legs, and I can feel it slide up, back and forth against my dripping seam as he whispers in my ear between kisses. “You taste so goddamn good, Laney. I want to be inside you so badly. I want to feel you completely.” But he doesn’t enter me yet. He keeps grinding between my legs, his cock getting harder as he kisses me everywhere: my neck, my eyes, my cheeks, my hair. He raises my arms and holds my wrists in one of his hands above my head, and then hikes my leg up, giving him better access. That’s when I feel the tip of his cock nudge inside me, and just that first inch causes my eyes to shut and I let out a deep moan. “Open your eyes,” he demands as he plunges deeper inside me, his cock ridged and firm. I wrap my leg around his hip as he grunts with every thrust. I open my eyes and look deep into his, so turned on by the mask of feral lust on his face. My hands are desperate to touch him, to drag my nails over his back, but he has my wrists trapped as he pistons his hips in and out with vigor.