And dear God, I want all of it.
“You sure about that, wildflower?”
“I want all of you.” My eyes drop to the engorged shaft in his hand. “Every naked inch.”
He releases his cock from his grasp, and it sways heavy and hard between his thighs as he leans toward me.
Hands on my knees, he thrusts open my legs, and the heat in his eyes takes on a whole new level when they take in the view of my wet, shaved pussy. With a wicked smile tugging at his lips, he thrusts my arms above my head and positions himself between my quaking thighs. And then he’s there, right where I need him, nudging at my entrance as the slick lips of my sex suckle his bulbous head, needy and hungry, wanting to draw him inside.
Groaning, his grip on my wrists tighten, and his eyes fasten to mine. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes every thick inch of his cock into me, right to the hilt, his eyes never leaving my face as he does.
My eyes flutter closed with pleasure. I’ve never felt so filled, so completely owned and possessed, as I do in this moment.
“Open your eyes,” he commands, and when I do, he starts to move his beautiful cock in and out of me with exquisite control. I’ve fantasized about getting it hard and fast. I’ve thought about him bending me over and driving into me from behind. But this? This is so excruciatingly slow and deep, and oh so fucking good.
Releasing my hands, he kisses me roughly, his mouth hungry and fierce, his tongue demanding, and as his pleasure grows, he moans my name against my lips and drives his powerful hips harder into mine.
Grasping him, my fingers bite into his muscular back, and my thighs wrap tighter around his waist, my skin misted with sweat.
“Fuck, wildflower… you feel so fucking tight… so fucking wet…” He gasps. “I’ll never fucking last… I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
I clench tighter around his cock.
“Fuck, woman, you’re not making this easy.” He groans against the heated flesh of my throat. Then he pulls away, withdrawing his cock ,and the loss of fullness is devastating.
“What are you doing?” I breathe, desperately wanting him inside me again.
“I’m not coming until I hear my name on your lips, and feel your pussy squeezing my cock as you come. But you feel too good, baby. I’m going to come in mere minutes if we keep doing this. So, I’m going to make sure we do it together.” With no warning, he buries his face between my thighs and parts me with his strong tongue, penetrating me with deep, leisurely licks that light me up like a powder keg.
The pleasure is instant, the friction from his tongue almost too much to bear. He works me up, bringing me to the edge but not letting me fall.
When he rises back to his knees, I’m a writhing mess, dangling over the edge ready to plummet. Semen drips from his cock as he grasps the thick length in his hand and pumps it slowly. “See what you do to me. See how much I want you.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he plunges into me and grabs my ankles to lift them higher, so he can thrust in deeper. Harder. Faster. The look on his face is raw and primal. I rake my gaze down his naked body and watch with dazed fascination as his large cock disappears in and out of my body. His body is a machine. The thick slabs of muscle that are his six-pack clench tight with every thrust. Veins like ropes wrap themselves around his heavy forearms as he holds my parted legs high.
“You like watching this, wildflower? You like seeing my dick fucking you?”
I drop my head back, tipped over the edge by his words. My muscles begin to convulse with an orgasm that is born at the very core of me. I arch my back and let out a cry as a euphoria like no other sweeps me away.
“That’s it, angel…” he pants. “Come for me. Show me how much you like me fucking you.”
I clench his cock through my climax, and a series of primal pants leave him as the buildup to his own release draws him in tight and then finally releases him. His eyes glaze over. His eyebrows pull back. And when his orgasm hits, his beautiful mouth drops open on his lust- ravaged face as his ecstasy consumes him.
I love watching him fall apart.
Love knowing it’s my body doing that to him.
When he collapses beside me and uses his powerful arms to pull me into his chest, I smile with contentment.
All the walls are down, and I’m exactly where I am supposed to be.