When he releases me and gets up, I just flop to the bed. I roll onto my side, trying to catch my breath, trying to get my pussy to stop quivering as pleasure threatens to consume me all over again.
“Fucking hell, Lief.” I pant. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
He shucks his pants. “And you’re better than I fantasized.”
“You were fantasizing about me?” I hum, eying his very hard, very big cock. “While touching yourself?”
His hand strokes over his length. “Of course, Valerie. I thought my interest was obvious.”
“Nothing about you is obvious.” I crawl across the bed and lick the head of his cock.
Lief takes a step forward and bundles my hair up in one of his hands. “You want to blow me?”
“Yes,” I groan.
He nods and I stretch my lips to fit around him. My tongue swirls around the tip, then I sink deeper, as deep as I can go. He groans and his abs tighten as I bob up and down. God, he’s so thick, so good, perfect.
I grab his taught ass to drive myself further down his cock, nearly gagging as I try to get to the base. Lief’s hand guides me off him, then he tosses me back on the bed easily.
Holy fuck, the tattoos, the huge expanse of muscle that covers him, that starving, wild look in his eyes, all of it is pure sex. Lief follows me as I back up until my head hits my pillow. He slides his fingers into my hand to hold me down, then kisses me hungrily.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” He growls. “How good you taste.” Another kiss. “How good you feel.”
“I like you talkative.” I breathe.
He shoves his tongue between my lips and thrusts into me hard. My back arches and I cling to him as he stretches my pussy around his cock. I grind against him until his arm comes down over my hips. He presses ever so slightly, then thrusts into me again.
Fuck, I feel him everywhere. The sprinkling of hair across his chest, teases my nipples, his thighs under my slick legs, his mouth making a map of hickeys and bite marks across my neck and shoulder.
“Yes,” I moan.
He picks up the pace, driving into me like he needs to fuck me to live. His hands stroke over my arms, down my sides, touching wherever he can until he grabs my ankles and pushes my legs towards my ears.
God, he’s so fucking deep inside me. “Lief, yes. Oh fuck, just like that.”
He kisses my calf, then presses down on me harder, owning me with every roll of his hips, claiming me as his over and over again until his name is the only word in my head. My eyes flutter shut and moans rip through me. Ecstasy itself waves through me again and again, coming faster and faster until it’s impossible for me to resist him, to think, to do anything but give in.
“Lief!” I scream his name and drag my nails down his arms.
I’m pretty sure I black out with the force of the orgasm. My vision is hazy, everything is warm and comfortable. Then I feel his hands rolling me over. I open my eyes sleepily and realize I’m on my knees and elbows.
Looking back over my shoulder, I find Lief, face flushed, jaw tight, as he rubs himself against me. “More?”
“Don’t stop until you come,” I order.
He grins, a full and complete smile then slams into me. I bounce on his cock, giving as much as he does, even as my legs shake and slip across the sheets. He holds my hip in one hand and grips my hair tightly in the other so I can’t smother a single moan.
This time when I come, faster than I’d hoped since I’m seriously fucking enjoying this, I see stars. Lief lets out a wild growl, bites the back of my shoulder, and shudders as he finishes with me. I laugh as we collapse and rub across his thigh.
“Holy fucking hell,” I moan.
“Give me a little and we can go again,” He promises, kissing the bite mark I know I have on my back.
There has to be some kind of god if Lief can really give me this all overagaintonight.
LIEF
Iclean up after Valerie, then come into her room, to see her reading a book. She’s wearing my shirt, not even buttoned, laying on her belly as she turns the page. Her legs all exposed, the bottom curve of her ass teasing me.