Long fingers tug my camisole down, exposing the round fullness of my breasts. His hot gaze zeros in on the diamond hard nubs of my nipples, followed by calloused fingers pinching them simultaneously. A small burst of pain coupled with almost unbearable pleasure explodes within me, racing through my limbs, making my core flutter, helplessly seeking more. Seeking him.
“Blake…” I barely recognize the tortured groan of my voice. A plea for him to give me what I want. No, what I so desperately need. I’ve never felt so much all at once. Like I might die if I don’t have him inside of me. If we don’t consummate this thing between us, making me his.
Making him mine.
Chapter 30
Blake
“Can I… I need… please…” she pants the words as our bodies work in tandem, striving toward the release of the tension building inside us.
“No, angel.” I grunt, thrusting hard against the softness of her pussy, feeling the heat of her through the thin barrier of our clothes. “Not like this. I’m going to have you spread out and naked under me before I let you come.”
She hums, a happy little sound of assent, slowing the wild rocking of her hips and staring into my eyes. Hers look black, her enormous pupils almost completely overtaking her rich, coffee colored irises. “Please…” she whispers. Her voice is husky with need and I can’t stand to hear her beg for what I have for her.
With one swift move I reverse our positions, flipping her onto her back and blanketing her with my much larger body. Her sweet breath whispers across my face in hot little puffs. I’ve never craved the taste of bubblegum so badly in my life. I can’t wait another second to taste her, it’s already been too long.
“Is everyone gone?” I whisper against her mouth, my lips teasing hers with just the barest hint of contact.
“I think so…” she sighs, craning her neck to chase the light contact.
“I can go check,” I move like I’m about to get up. I really shouldn’t mess with her. I heard John’s SUV pull out of the driveway just minutes after Lizzie closed the door on her way out.
“No. I’m sure that they are gone.” Slim arms wrap around my neck, pulling me back toward her until there is no space between us. Soft breasts to hard chest, sleek belly to rigid abs and best of all, the aching ridge of my cock nestled snugly against the welcoming heat of her pussy. Bending her knees, she spreads her legs wider, making room for me to get even closer.
My weight presses tighter against her, bringing a moan to her delectable lips and giving my seeking tongue access to hers. My rough groan mingles with hers as our teeth bump and wet flesh glides together, sucking and tangling. I cup her face between my palms, angling her face to take the kiss deeper. We’re going further today than we did yesterday and the need to cherish her fills my chest with something more powerful than lust. More powerful than anything I have ever experienced for anyone else.
Pressing up onto my elbows I gaze at the only face I want to see below me this way for the rest of my life. I kiss one closed eyelid and then the other, “Ells,” my lips trail down her cheek to her chin where I kiss her small dimple.
“Umm hmm?” Her voice is dreamy.
Moving lower I trail the tip of my tongue along her throat, stopping to lap at her fluttering pulse before easing lower still.
“I need you to know something, angel.” I murmur against her skin, my hands seeking and finding the hem of the simple, silky camisole she’s wearin
g and pushing it up over her ribs until just the curving underside of her breasts are peeking out. I kneel between her sprawled legs looking down at her golden skin against the pale sheets. The tiny black shorts that cut low on her belly, just barely cover the jut of her hip bones, and are molded tight against her mound.
She squirms restlessly against me, her eyes flickering open and meeting mine. “What do I need to know Blake?” her voice is low, barely a breath in the silent room.
Of their own volition my hands resume their exploration of her silken skin, pushing the top up further.
“Let’s get this off of you,” I mumble, distracted by the vision before me. I help her to a semi reclined position that allows me to tug the small top up and over her head giving me an unimpeded view of her perfect fucking tits, her small rosy nipples flushed and tight with desire. Needing my touch. I can’t help it. I growl, something primal in me needing to mark her. Taste her. Possess her. Make her only mine.
With one swift move I lay her back down and yank her shorts off her hips and move to draw them down her legs. Her eyes reflect the frenzy burning inside me as she kicks her feet, sending them sailing off the edge of the bed to land somewhere on the floor.
She sits back up and kneels, facing me, one slender finger settling on her smiling lips. “You’re a little overdressed, sweetie.” She giggles, making my heart do that thing again. A painful contraction that feels like driving too fast over a small hill. No one has ever called me their sweetie before. Not even in my vaguest memories of my mother.
“Let me take these off.” I growl, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my sweats, my cock bobbing inside the loose fabric. I will give her anything, do anything, to make her happy.
She nods eagerly, dark chocolate waves of hair tumbling around her shoulders and over her breasts. She’s magnificent. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the honor to see this way. I push my sweats down part way, watching her eyes widen when the thick base of my cock is revealed. She’s seen it, but I’m even more turned on right now than I was then. I glance down with a smirk and push the fabric a little further. She gasps out loud, her pearly teeth biting into her glossy lip, when my shaft springs free, slapping against my low abs. It’s ruddy and throbbing with a drop of pre-cum already beading at the tip.
“You had something to tell me,” she whispers, awe shading her voice. Her eyes never deviate from where they are locked on my rigid length. My dick pulses sending the sticky droplet spilling down the length of my shaft.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I tell her. That’s not what I meant to say, but words of praise continue to fall from my lips. “The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole damn life. I can’t wait to taste you again…here,” I stroke the bud of one hard little nipple with the tip of my finger, then the other, loving the way that they respond, tightening even more under my delicate caress.
She shifts on her knees, closing the distance between us, sliding her hands up my arms and over my shoulders to trail over my chest, her eyes following her progress as they follow the narrow trail of hair down to my belly button and stop there before darting up to mine. Silently asking permission, as if I’d ever deny her anything.
“Don’t stop.” I rasp. Her small hands tremble slightly, her uneven breaths coming faster, as they skate closer to where I’m dying to feel her touch.