With a hand on the back of each of my thighs, he pushed my legs apart. All I could do was watch as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue through my center.
“Fuck,” we both groaned together, his eyes hazing over in a fog of lust.
He dipped forward again, this time, taking my clit into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud like it was his favorite lollipop.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, watching him as he used his mouth to torment me, my breathing becoming more erratic by the second as he lapped at the wetness he was creating. His touch which usually calmed and pacified me was now electrifying my body.
I threw my head back and twisted the comforter in my hands as I struggled to breathe. My hips had a mind of their own as they lifted toward his mouth with each touch, begging for more, screaming out for some kind of release. He wouldn’t allow it, though, pulling back just as the heat of my orgasm began to build inside me.
I lifted my head and glared at him. “Really?” I rasped, unable to find my normal voice, my throat dry.
He released the buckle on his jeans and then flicked the button open. Before they fell to the floor, he hooked his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet that was connected to a chain. This was something I noticed a lot of the boys did, I assumed it was in case it fell out while they were riding. Between two fingers he pulled out a condom before letting everything else fall with a heavy thud to the floor.
His cock sprang free, no boxers or briefs, just his hard length pointing directly at me.
I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth as I watched him roll the condom on. It was strangely fucking erotic so see him touch himself, and as I sat up my hand drifted down between my legs. He reached out, grabbing it before I could touch myself and my bottom lip dropped like I was sulking.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, using his grip to pull me to my feet. My legs shook, but he held me up. His lips glistened in the light, and for a moment I wondered if he kissed me, whether I would taste myself.
“Turn and get on your knees,” he ordered his face stern.
I shuddered. I couldn’t argue. The attraction to a man who knew what he wanted made me burn with excitement. I did as I was told, turned and climbed onto the bed, kneeling at the edge. He pressed up behind me, but as I bent forward to brace myself on my hands, he placed his palm on my chest holding me up. With his free hand, he pressed his cock between my legs until the head settled against my pussy.
“Waited a long time,” he groaned, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Then hurry the hell up,” I threw back, arching my back and spreading my thighs, urging him to do something.
Fucking anything.
In one swift movement, he pushed his hips forward, his cock thrusting straight up inside me.
“God!” I cried out, grabbing hold of his wrist where he held me against his body, while the other went back and hooked around his neck. My head lulled back against his shoulder as he continued to penetrate me, one torturous trust after another.
His lips found my neck, starting underneath my jaw, they trailed down pressing feather light kisses to my heated skin, over my shoulder and back again.
“So good,” I moaned, chewing on my lips and allowing my eyes to fall closed.
His rough hands tugged at my bra, pulling down the cups and releasing my breasts. He took one in his hand, squeezing it tightly and pinching the nipple between his fingers. I met his rhythm, pushing my hips back against him as he threw his forward, forcing himself deeper and harder inside me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly. His fingers threaded through my hair, and he forced my head to the side. “Open your eyes.”
I pried them open, only to find an image of myself. Inhaling sharply, I watched us together in the mirror atop my vanity. His hands on my body, the arch of my back and the way we moved together was mesmerizing. His muscles contracted every time he plowed forward, his abs, his biceps, even his ass muscles were something made to be admired.
They were fucking perfect, beautiful even.
He moved faster, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as his hand dipped over my slightly rounded stomach and he began to rub his middle finger around my clit. My breathing got heavy and my mind cloudy. I didn’t know which I wanted more. My hips were struggling to figure out which they wanted to have more pressure on, my small bud or if they wanted him to be deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Wrench, damn you!”
He chuckled in my ear as each thrust became faster and more powerful. I grabbed a fist full of his hair in my hand and held on tight, riding him harder.
“You’re gonna come all over me, and it’s gonna feel fucking amazing,” he hissed. “You ready?”
We both watched the mirror, our eyes connected as he flicked his finger back and forth over my clit, faster and faster.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, and I cried out as my body shook. I squirmed in his arms as he refused to let up his assault on my body, the overwhelming pleasure making me feel like I was falling off the tallest cliff only to hit the bottom with a jolt and explosion of colors.
“Shit!” he cursed, his trusts slowing and his teeth grinding in my ear. “Motherfucking Jesus.”