I wanted to toss her over my shoulder caveman style, but I didn’t. Instead, I practically dragged her down the hall and into our room.
I flipped the lock, having learned my lesson with that shit, and advanced on her. A heated look turned her eyes to blue flame. Her tongue wet her bottom lip, and I ripped off my shirt and went for my pants.
“You like those clothes?” I asked as my buckle clanked.
“Yes, why?” she asked with a confused wrinkle to her brow.
“Then you better take them off before I get to them.” My boots got kicked off and my jeans hit the floor.
Her eyes went wide as she stalled, then her hands were a blur as she stripped to her socks. I wanted to chuckle at the rubber ducks on them, but she quickly toed them off and stepped toward me, and they were the last thing on my mind. By then I was solely focused on losing myself in her and taking away her worries for the time it took to wear ourselves out.
Her dainty hands explored my chest and up to my shoulders as I palmed her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, and I sat on the edge of the bed.
“What do you want?” she asked softly.
A half smile kicked up the corner of my mouth as I shook my head slightly. “You” was my answer before I slid one hand to her smooth back and the other cupped the back of her neck.
Our lips crashed together like thunder, and our tongues lashed as our teeth clicked in a savage and needy kiss. Her slick pussy slid over my hard shaft, and I broke from her lips to graze her neck with my teeth before I gave her a bite that I soothed with my tongue.
“I need to be inside you,” I said against her skin as my fingers threaded through her colorful hair and gripped tightly.
“Yes,” she hissed as she rose and wrapped her soft hand around my cock. She circled the tip at her entrance until I was as soaked as she was. Then she lowered herself in increments until she sat flush on my hips.
It was fucking heaven. For a moment we didn’t move. We simply held each other as the profound feeling of being whole washed over us. I savored the feel of my thick length sheathed in her tight, wet heat. My face pressed to her neck, my arms wrapped around her tightly, and I clung to her like a man drowning.
None of the shit from the past existed in those moments. Nor did any of the swirling trouble brewing. Only me and her. The only noises were our ragged breaths, the pounding of my heart, and the muted sounds coming from down the hall.
When she lifted herself, I wanted to groan at the perfect sensation of the wet slide of skin on skin. She squeezed her fucking pussy around my cock as she dropped back down, and I did.
“Fuck, yes,” I rasped as I reveled in the soft feel of her decorated skin under my fingertips. “Ride me, baby.”
She splayed her hands over my chest and moved them to hold on to my shoulders. Slowly, she lifted and then sensually moved over me as I let go and leaned back on my hands. Though I wanted nothing more than to grip her hips and slam her down on my cock until I couldn’t see straight, I knew she needed to feel in control. After getting blindsided by everything today, she could do what she wanted to me, and I’d let her.
As she used my body for balance, I scooted us back further on the bed until I could lie down. Her angle changed when she leaned onto my chest, and I sucked a sharp breath in.
“Feel good?” she asked in a breathy voice as she continued the slow torture of the best kind.
“No,” I croaked as I fought coming too soon.
She paused, and for a moment, hurt flashed in her expressive eyes.
A devious grin spread over my face. “You feel better than good. You feel like perfection, and each time is better than the last.”
A smirk crossed her face before I thrust my hips up and hit that spot that made her eyes roll. Then her mouth went lax as her back arched.
“You still want to go at your pace?” I asked as I lifted my shoulders from the bed and circled one pierced nipple with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathed when I repeated the motion on the other side. My teeth tugged gently before I sucked on her and encouraged her to move with a slight rotation of my hips.
When she began to move and grind, I lay back and watched her chase her orgasm. She was beautiful, all sleek lines and colorful ink. Flashes of metal that teased and taunted. Long hair that tickled my thighs and balls when she threw her head back. Every little thing about her was stunning. She was a goddess on Earth, but she was my goddess.
Her movements sped up, and her breathing came in short gasps.
“That’s it, baby, get there.” I crooned the encouraging words as I raised one hand to slip between us until my thumb found her clit that she’d been working over. Pressure and a pinch, then several hard circles, and she exploded.
“Oh God,” she ground out between clenched teeth as her sweet, hot cunt pulsed around me and I drove up into the heaven of her body. When she seemed to come down from her high, followed by a residual shudder, I lifted her off and flipped around.
Facedown and in a postorgasmic haze, she sprawled on the bedding. I lifted her hips, exposing her glistening pussy. Unable to stop myself, I leaned over to swipe my tongue through her soaking slit, gathering her creamy cum one lick at a time.