"I crave every part of you." His lips glide across my thigh. "The way I feel when I'm with you is too good. It's too much."
I feel my breath hitch at his words. I want to ask him if he means that. I need to know if he really feels that good when he's with me. The thoughts drift into the vapor as he pushes my thighs to the bed, spreading me wider so he can lick me harder.
I moan heavily at the sensations as I pull on his hair. His tongue glides over my sensitive folds, parting them before he buries his mouth deep into my wetness. I arch my back at the intensity of his tongue, of his lips pulling me in.
"Nathan," I cry out and he stills.
"Fuck. Say it again." He tempts me with a soft lick over my clit. "Say my name."
"Nathan," I purr as I pull on his hair. "Nathan, eat me."
"You're too sweet." He tempts me yet again with just a soft stroke of his tongue. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to scream my name."
I buck at the promise of his cock inside of me. "Do it now," I challenge.
"Say it. Tell me what you want," he growls as he pushes himself from the bed to retrieve a condom from the drawer.
"Fuck me, Nathan." I pull my hand over my mound, relishing in how wet I am.
"Touch yourself," he orders as he pulls the condom over his hardness. "Stroke that clit for me."
I hesitate. I've never touched myself in front of anyone. I lock eyes with him and I see the command there. He wants it. He needs to see me bringing myself pleasure.
"Nathan," I repeat his name as I let my thighs fall to the bed, completely exposing myself.
"Jesus," he moans as he kneels between my legs, his hand stroking his sheathed cock.
"I love when you fuck me," I whisper. "I love how you fuck me."
I pull my eyelids open and he's staring at me. His lips slightly parted, his eyes glazed over.
"Slide it in." I hold myself open. "I want you so much."
He groans loudly as he enters me in one swift movement. My body stiffens at the sensation and I open my mouth to cry out but no sound escapes. It's so much.
"Say it." A trembling moan covers the words.
"Nathan," I spit back. "Nathan."
"So good." He pounds himself into me, his arms on either side of my head. With every thrust he lets out a small groan. He's lost in the sensation. I'm lost in the feeling of him.
"Make me come, Nathan." I pull his name slowly across my lips. "Please."
He pulls out of me so swiftly I moan at the loss. "No," I pout. "No."
His body glides down mine and he scoops my ass into his palms. Before I can react his mouth is on my cleft, parting my folds, probing within me. I grab his head with my hands, pushing my body into his face.
It's raw and intense as he licks me hungrily. "Say my name," he pants before pulling my swollen clit between his teeth.
I scream it loudly, unable to temper my emotions. I can't believe it can feel this good. I can't believe any man can make me want so much.
I rotate my hips as I grind myself into his face. He groans with each movement, eagerly lapping up my wetness, coaxing my orgasm from deep within me. I feel it build and I let out a guttural groan as I feel the pleasure rip through me, blinding me to everything else in the room.
Suddenly, his head isn’t there. I'm clawing for his contact and then he's flipping me over. I'm on my knees. His hot, heavy cock resting against my ass cheek.
"I have to fuck you, baby." He pushes himself into me with one swift movement and I stifle a scream in the pillow.
He yanks my body up as if it's a rag doll pulling my back into his chest, all the while pressing on my mound to angle his cock into me. I reach back, unable to feel him.