hair, pulling him into
her body, and her back lifted from the bed. He suckled, nipped, and teased her
nipple until her clit throbbed and her pussy was soaked. He left her nipple and
paid equal attention to the other until her head was thrashing back and forth
on the pillow.
“So
beautiful,” he husked, before kissing his way down her stomach. He paused at
her navel to drop in his tongue and swirl around the sensitive flesh. She
moaned, but he moved on, nipping the rounded flesh before her groin. This was
passion, this was need.
She
opened her legs for him as he fit his broad shoulders in between. His scalding breath
danced over her moist folds. Here, he gave her no quarter. He sucked her clit
into his mouth and hummed against her. She nearly flew off the bed. Every lash
of his tongue was pleasure, and every nip of his teeth full-blown ecstasy. He
shifted and slid one thick digit deep inside of her and her sensitive tissue
clamped around him like a vice. He groaned against her flesh, slurping at her
as he pumped his finger in and out. The pleasure whizzed over her body in
waves. It thrummed through her blood. Each lash of his tongue had her back
arching and her toes curling.
“Yes,”
she said, gripping the covers with her fingers. She closed her eyes, unable to
focus on anything as he sucked her flesh into his mouth and flicked his tongue
over her clit She screamed as he shook his head from side to side, never losing
his grip on her distended clit, and then circled his face around, pushing
harder against her body. She rode his face, finally letting the covers go to grip
his head and hold him to her. He pushed in a second finger and twisted his
wrist. The pumping action of his hand matched his sucking motion of his mouth. He
turned his hand one more and as he withdrew his fingers he curled them upwards
to the top of her pussy. With his free hand he pushed down on her groin, just
above his mouth.
“ Elijio ,” she cried as the pressure built. He kept his
fingers there, flicking back and forth as he ate at her pussy. She rocked
against him, fighting the rising tide, even as she grasped for it. The pleasure
spiraled, heating until she could barely breathe. She clamped her legs around
his head and planted her feet on either side of him on the bed. She lifted her
hips off the bed, riding into his pleasure. She gripped at the pillow under
head as he sucked her harder. Then he released her clit.
“Now,”
he said with a growl and then took her clit back in his mouth and bit down,
even as he press/rubbed on that special spot inside of her. The pleasure detonated
and tossed her into the sun.
He
lifted over her, his eyes flickering to gold and his teeth clenched. He gripped
his stiff cock and pumped it with sure strokes. He was long, almost as long as
her forearm, with a bulbous heat nearly purple it was so hard. Pearly pre-cum
dripped from the tip to her groin. She gripped his hand and guided him to the
entrance of her pussy, letting him know that’s just what she wanted. He gripped
her hip and slid inside of her. He took his time, sliding in inch by each
delicious inch, until she was gasping.
“Faster,”
she begged him, her voice breaking.
“Savor
it. Take all of me,” he begged as his hips flexed and he sank in another inch.
She rode the wave with him as he pumped into her, slow and steady, but so deep
she didn’t know where he ended and she began. The pleasure took her away,
washed all the worry and pain out of her until there was nothing else but this
man and her. Nothing more than a man and a woman coming
together in need. She could feel him, deep inside of her, sliding
against her moist walls. Such power that he held in check as he moved. He
forehead was on hers, his eyes screwed shut, with such a look of rapture on his
face her heart pounded. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him take
her away.
A
slow fire built into her groin and she keened, pulling him tighter to her. He
tilted her hips, driving
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