"THEN YOU SHALL have him and all the rest. Whatever you desire." His large body pressing more fully into mine, he reached around me and threw the metal safety latch closed. He reframed my face in his hands, lowered his head and he kissed me. Slow, drugging, mind bending kisses. One after the next.
I was floating in subspace. My desire racing through it all at the speed of thought, completely undone, stripped to raw cosmic need by each deep thrust of his tongue.
"Which part of you kisses like that?" I asked huskily when he broke the seal between our mouths. My legs quivered from the force of the lust pounding through me. He lifted his head and stared at me with eyes as dark as the kohl liner he’d worn earlier.
His deep chuckle of amusement resonated like foreplay.
"The artistic side," I decided for him. "That side of you is a devastating son of a bitch. Better give it to me in measured doses."
"No restraint. Not for you. Not the first six or seven times I have my cock inside your cunt tonight." He grabbed my hands and drew them over my head, pressing me helpless against the door. Constrained there, I arched my back, rubbing my aching breasts against his chest and rocking my hips impatiently seeking his cock.
Wanting.
Wanting.
Still bracketing my hands above my head in a firm grip, he traced down the valley between my tits with the other. He didn’t touch my nipples but they preened anyway, hardening under his perusal. "I got you all wet from my shower," he observed, skimming his warm palm over the water droplet spattered silk.
My breath hitched, my anticipation building as his large hand glided over the slight swell of my abdomen. "You have no idea how incredibly wet I am," I said desperately.
"But I will soon,” he promised thickly, dipping his fingers beneath the hem of my chemise and racing toward the evidence.
“Yes.” My lids fluttered closed when he reached, circled and strummed my aching nub with the cold metal of his ring and the warm heat of his sure touch.
"Look at me, Angel.” He employed the friction of the delicate lace to torture me. “I want to see your eyes. Your desire as I touch you."
He had my dewy desire all over his fingers now, but I obeyed, opening my eyes and falling into his gaze and further under his spell, as he applied the perfect amount of pressure to my clit with the pad of his thumb. "Suck me or fuck me, rock star,” I panted, my body flushing from head to toe with each brush of his fingers against my damp sex. “Your call."
"I want to taste you." He released my hands. My arms dropped to my sides as he dropped to his knees in front of me. I about came just from the sight of him at my feet and the anticipation of having his mouth on me. My fingers tangled in the thick layers of his wet hair as he crushed the silk in his grip and yanked it above my waist. Cool air spilling over me, my heart raced. Only a tiny scrap of silver lace kept those talented lush lips of his from my pussy.
"So sexy," he praised, his gaze on the prize, and I swore I could feel the heat of his approval.
"Lucky." My hands tugged urgently at his hair. He drew the lace aside and blew a warm purposeful gust of air onto me. "Your lips,” I panted as shivers of need cascaded through me. “Your fingers. Your mouth. Please."
"Hold still," he growled. “Let me take care of you.”
“Yes,” I moaned, surrendering to the soft slide of his fingers and trembling as he slid the soaked lace down my legs exposing my most vulnerable flesh. He didn’t pause to savor the view. He framed my pussy in his hands, spread me open and fastened his plush lips around my clit. Awash in heat and sensation, every nerve ending drawn taut, I shuddered as he coaxed, sucked and swirled the swollen nub. I was so close to the edge that when he plunged his hot tongue inside me all of that tension pushed me over. I detonated around him, shaking and crying out as my release slammed through me.
I WAS STILL coming down from the high, still pulsing from the powerful climax he had given me when he lifted me, threw me over his shoulder and deposited me in the middle of the bed.
"Again," he growled, and my clit actually gave another eager twinge. Apparently, we were going fast for the second fuck of the evening.
Yes, please.
Towel whipped away and his cock sheathed. I only caught a glimpse of the sexy parts his boxers had concealed previously on the bus before the mattress dipped and he climbed over me.
"Lucky," I started to protest, though bracketed between his strong arms with him staring down at me so possessively and knowing round two was coming but wanting a closer view of the very impressive jutting appendage that had been the subject of more than one of my fantasies.
"I'm right here, Angel," he reminded me, spreading my thighs apart with his knee. "Wider," he insisted when I didn’t respond quickly enough. "I want inside of you."
"Yes, I want that, too..." I trailed off when I felt the wide crown of his cock nudging my entrance.
"Oh my..."
He captured my mouth and the rest of my exclamation at the same time that he claimed my pussy. I accepted his invasion. I tasted myself on his tongue. I adjusted, prepared for his girth because of my previous orgasm. Inch by thick inch, wet stroke by wet stroke, he gave it to me. More and more of himself. I took it all eagerly, his potent kisses, and his magnificent cock. The pleasure centering at our connection, I lifted my hips to meet each downward plunge and tightened to protest each withdrawal. Plunge. Withdraw. Repeat. Thrust by delicious thrust, he rekindled the hot urgent need inside of me.
A decadent torture.
I writhed beneath him.
I burned.
I whimpered.
I begged for more.
"You feel so good," he groaned against my lips between shallower kisses. "So tight around my cock. So wet."
"Don't stop. Don’t ever stop." I grabbed his ass, scoring him with my nails as the tension built. He clutched my hips and increased the pace. Hammering into me, his steel hard cock struck my clit beautifully just the way I needed. I moaned my approval. I urged him on. Our flesh slapped together. Our breaths quickened. Our bodies stretched taut as we strained for that perfect just out of reach crescendo. His gaze on mine. I saw it, something beautiful, something beyond the need for release. A connection, a quest for understanding at its end, what had once been missing now found. I tightened my arms and legs around him accepting that claiming. His rhythm became less finesse and more out of control passion. The pleasure. The ecstasy. I saw it in his eyes, and I felt it, too. His cock stiffening, he threw his head back and roared, sending me over the edge with him, shaking the foundation of my world, unraveling me and putting me back together in a way that I never knew before him was even possible.