My mouth slams down against hers hard. I grip her head, tangling my fingers into her hair and tugging her head back, opening her up for me. Her lips part and I waste no seconds as my tongue sweeps into her mouth.
Her nails dig into my biceps as she grips my arms, but she kisses me back. Her teeth nipping my lips hard enough to draw blood which drips onto my tongue.
I move us through the room until the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she falls back, my body following. The dress falls open as her thighs part, letting me in.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, yet I cannot deny myself any longer.
I needed to be in her, to feel her, but I wanted another taste first, though she wouldn’t be getting that release I know her body was craving. I leave her mouth to favor her neck, her collar bones, tasting her skin, the salt of her sweat on my taste buds. I graze my teeth across the mounds of her breasts and her spine arches, pushing her chest out for me. I grip the straps of the dress and yank them down, hearing something rip, but if she cares she doesn’t tell me, and I don’t give a flying fuck. With the top of the dress down, I make quick work of tearing the bra from her body, leaving her bare and exposed before me. Rosy nipples peaked greet me first, and I latch on with my teeth, biting. She screams and arches further, pushing her breast harder against my face. A hand pushes her back down, holding her there. I leave her nipple and continue my way down.
“Spread your legs, love,” my voice is a growl, “spread them and show me that pretty pussy.”
She groans and widens her thighs.
“You’re fucking dripping,” I praise, “I can fucking smell it.”
She goes to close her legs, color blooming on her cheeks, but my hands are quick to hold her in place.
“Oh no,” I tut, “You won’t hide from me.”
The string of her thong is flimsy and snaps easily, and then I throw the material over my shoulder and bury my face between her thighs, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her arousal coats my tongue.
She writhes under me, but I hold her steady with a hand to her stomach, keeping her in place as I devour her.
“You taste fucking divine,” I grumble against her flesh, scraping my teeth over her, “like fucking heaven.”
Her pussy clenches, her body pushing higher, “Please.” She begs.
“Not yet,” she whimpers when I come away from her body. Our masks are still on but neither of us make any move to remove them.
I shrug out of my jacket and then reach forward, grabbing the dress and tearing. The flimsy thing falls apart under my hand. It seems such a shame to waste such a pretty dress, but what’s underneath is perfection. Soft skin and curves, shapely hips and thighs. I take in every inch of her exposed flesh, committing her to memory. Her perfection forever burned into my brain. Her lips are parted, and a flush reddens her skin.
“Come to the edge of the bed,” I tell her, “feet on the floor.”
She swallows and complies, watching me as I unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. Her eyes take in my chest, my abdomen, sweeping over the tattoos that are inked into my flesh. I flick the button on my trousers and tug them down and then my boxers follow before I stand naked in front of her.
I’ve never been ashamed of my body, but I’ve never felt so exposed before. Her eyes widen as she bites her tongue, watching while I take my cock in my hand, pumping it before I swipe my thumb over the Apadravya piercing, the spike of pleasure it causes me making my teeth grit. Her eyes widen further at the steel I have through my cock.
“You have it pierced!?”
I smirk, “For your benefit,” my eyes dip to her pussy, “and mine.”
I continue to fuck my hand, watching her watch me as I stalk forward, bumping her legs further open to stand between them. Her chest heaves with each breath she takes and her fingers curl into the sheets.
“You’re even more perfect than I imagined,” I praise, removing my hand from myself to lean down and run a hand across her stomach, down over her pelvic bone. My fingers spread her open and a whimper escapes her lips.
“Beg me, Eleanor.”
Her eyes widen behind the mask.
I flick her clit and then pinch it between the tips of my fingers and her spine arches.
“Beg, love.”
She cries out, “Please, Kingston.”
“Aren’t you a good girl,” I comment, pushing her towards that edge. She moans loudly but then I stop again.
“Stop it!” She growls.
“Why would I stop it?” I ask, nudging her to crawl back onto the mattress, “when the reward will be all that much more if you wait.”
I drop into the cradle of her thighs, my cock sliding through her wet pussy. Fuck she feels good, so fucking good. Her warmth and wetness smears across my dick as I grind into her, the balls of my piercing rubbing up against her.
“Yes, fuck,” she lifts her hips and the head of my cock slides down, teasing at her entrance.
My muscles go tight as I restrain myself from pounding forward, from spearing her on my cock the way I want to. I want this to last. I want to savor each minute I have her beneath me.
I let myself slide in only an inch, fucking her with only that much. Her thighs shake, heels digging into my arse as she tries to get me in deeper.
“Not yet,” I grind out.