Electricity shoots through me and my whole body reacts as I flop to my back once again.
Strong hands pin me by my hips as he thoroughly tastes me, tongue expertly hooking inside and sending my spine into an arch.
I’m about to make a comment, asking if he has a dental dam for safer oral sex, but I’m at a loss for words at the sight of his tanned strong hands on my pale thighs. The vision makes me feel something – something I don’t know how to dissect as sensation carries me off to a faraway place.
I’m there, not here, though I can’t tear my eyes off the sight of his dark head of hair, his strong hands. Those shoulders. His ink.
I’m on the cusp of coming when he stops. It startles and confuses me. He slowly pulls my left sock off, then my right. He kisses my ankle and then licks and kisses a slow, torturous path up to my knee. He kisses it, pauses to look at me, and then his tongue resumes the journey up my inner thigh.
I’m breathing hard while he rises up my body and his eyes are on me as his mouth descends again, between my breasts. He gets the bra off and tosses it.
I grab his mouth and drag my lips across his jaw until our tongues meet, grinding against his erection as best as I can. But it’s not close enough; he’s fucking with me by backing up, so my legs wind around his ass and now my pelvis is off the bed, seeking maximum contact.
He lets out a low, sexy laugh.
“Tease,” I accuse. “Fuck me. Now,” I demand.
“Ask nice,” he orders and kisses me again.
I deny the kiss, pulling my mouth to the side and digging my nails into his back before nipping at his shoulder.
“She bites. Nice. You draw blood with those claws, Vixen, I’ll draw blood too. And then you’ll never get rid of me.”
What?
His eyes are lit with challenge, and I’m quickly flipped to my belly, my ass whacked, making me gasp. And then he sinks his teeth into my left ass cheek.
I hold my breath.
He releases and then drops a kiss on the spot. “You bite, I’ll bite back harder. But I don’t take orders, little alley-cat; I give them. Up on your knees if you want your fucking.” He backs off.
I’m blinking into the sheets, processing his words, letting the sexiness wash over me.
“Ass up in the air, baby,” he orders. “Right now.”
And I do push my butt up in the air, my cheek to the bed, palms flat on either side of my head.
My heart races with excitement at doing what I’m told while naked.
Two hot hands caress from behind my knees slowly up to palm my ass.
It feels good. I feel sexy. I feel like if I don’t feel that thick, hard cock inside me right now, I’ll – oh. There it is. He nudges my opening for a split second with it and then with no further preamble, drives his hips forward, letting out a masculine groan as I feel his pelvis connect with my backside. He’s as deep as he can go and it is very, very fucking deep.
I cry out. God, that’s big. God, that’s hard. And it is so, so, so what I need. I fist the sheets so hard I’m sure I’m close to drawing blood on my own palms with my nails.
He fucks me hard, he fucks me like it’s his job, no – a divine calling. That grip on my hips is at bruising levels, and it occurs to me that I want to tattoo his fingerprints onto my skin so I can look at the marks, knowing that at just a glance I’ll remember precisely what this feels like.
It might be the booze talking, but I feel like I want to be branded by this man, his. At his every whim. Wrapped around his leg on the floor, waiting for commands, purring as he touches me. His pet. His dirty little wanton, wet pet.
Those thoughts hurtle me closer to a climax. I’m suddenly trembling hard, breathing harder, embarrassingly so as he keeps going, toying with my clit, fingers twirling around that hood piercing while powering in deep. It’s coming - my climax is careening toward me and it’s going to rip me to shreds.
I can hardly wait.
I’m nearly there, just a couple more strokes away from bliss when he pulls back, making me cry out in protest, but while I do, I’m flipped around and pulled up to straddling his thighs as he moves us forward to press my back against my padded headboard. I grab his jaw with both hands as he slides back inside and I’m plundering his mouth as if looking for treasure with my tongue while I ride him. My legs are wrapped tight around his lower back and I’m not letting go until I get to come. I want to get on my knees, so I’ve got more control over the grinding, but he’s got my hips again and he’s bouncing me on him, so it’s out of my control.