And she was mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to love.
Mine.
Her skin was flushed all over and for a split second I thought I actually heard her heart race. She squirmed under my touch as I couldn’t stop myself from touching every inch of her. Her body was like a work of art. So sensual and seductive. The curves of her body were unlike anything I’d ever seen. Almost as if the creator had taken his time on her, his masterpiece. I found myself wanting to just stare at her for hours some days, knowing that she was mine.
I wanted her to be mine.
She was it for me.
There would never be another.
I had to have her, right fucking now. Quickly removing her shirt, my hands went back to her perfect tits. So soft, they fit perfectly in my hands as my thumbs scratched her hard nipples. She was always so responsive to my touch almost as if her body knew mine, was made for mine. Everything about her was an aphrodisiac to me. With one smile I was putty in her hands. She owned my soul and didn’t even know it.
I moved one hand up to clutch the back of her neck while I consumed her mouth once more. My other hand slid down her body until my fingers reached between her thighs, then moved upwards again. She sighed and adjusted her stance, spreading her legs more in anticipation. When my fingers grazed the inside of her thigh, her fingers tightened in my hair.
“Oh God, Lucas,” she moaned my name, as my hand cupped her crotch. I could feel how wet she was already through her jeans. I wasted no time removing her jeans, yanking them down her legs. I was too far gone.
I had to be in her.
I didn’t tease. Teasing would come later. Right now, I was starving.
I immediately spread her wet pussy lips, letting out an appreciative grunt when I realized how wet she was for me. She was dripping. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils, making me growl. I gathered up her slickness on the tips of my fingers before seeking out her clit. The fire inside her flared as I found my target.
Jess slumped against the wall, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she fought to steady herself. I put out my other arm, bracing myself against the wall, caging her in with my body, leaning forward for better access.
Her legs shook as I circled her clit with my thumb.
My woman was so sensitive. Ready for me at a single touch. It was as if her body was made for mine. My touch only.
“Jesus Jess, you’re so fucking wet,” I grunted, my mouth watering. Dropping to my knees before her, I grabbed her leg and placed it over my shoulder as my hunger for her overwhelmed me. I was starving and my woman was going to feed me. Delving right into my meal before me, she screamed out while my tongue lapped up every juicy morsel. Her fingers gripped my hair painfully as she pulled me in closer to her. I could hear her whimpers, moans, cries of pleasure while I ate her wet pussy. When my teeth grazed her clit, her cries turned to screams of pure ecstasy and her juicy cunt exploded into my mouth, feeding me more of her.
Sucking in the last drop of her, I lowered her leg and stood before her, harder than I’ve ever been. My cock ached needing to slip deep into her hot, tight pussy. She looked at me through lidded eyes, her face flushed, her body washed in a sheen sweat.
She twisted her fingers back into my hair again pulling me in for another kiss.
My mouth devoured hers as she gasped and whimpered.
She gasped, “Lucas, please...”
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged.
I pressed the heel of my palm against her clit and slid my middle finger inside her. I rocked my hand to keep up the motion that had brought her this far. Jess suppressed a squeal as the pleasure shot through her from two directions. Her insides clenched around my finger. I spread her again, pushing a second finger inside her, curling them against the front wall of her vagina, squeezing my whole hand against her sensitive clit.
Jess melted into the wall. The fire inside her raged as I, with one hand, drove her to unexpected levels of pleasure. She whimpered helplessly, her voice scratching in her throat as she fought not to scream. She released me completely, clamping her hands over her mouth as she came again. She bucked and shuddered as the waves of pleasure rolled through her. I didn’t let up until she begged me to stop and then I put both hands on her back and held her to me as I kissed her again.
I cupped her cheek with one hand and caressed her breast with the other. Her hands roamed under my t-shirt, fingers tracing the lines of my toned torso. I didn’t stop her when she pushed my t-shirt up and let her pull it over my head.
She bent to kiss my neck and chest while she ran her hands over my abdomen, then worked to unfasten my belt buckle. I kept playing with her breasts but I was watching as she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down over my hips. She wasted no time tugging my boxers down before wrapping her hand around my erection.
My cock was eager, ready and painfully stiff when she began stroking me. I watched as she ran her thumb over the head, spreading the glistening fluid that leaked from the tip. She moved slowly at first to test her technique and when I groaned, she picked up the pace.
She turned me against the wall where she had been, so she could press against me. She tipped her head up and I bent to kiss her. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, running her tongue over it, before moving her tongue into my mouth. My hand slid into her hair and the other caressed her neck and shoulder.