him work his hand between our bodies and pop the button on my jeans. The sound of the zipper gliding down the metal teeth gets lost in my moans as he kisses my neck. He traces his mouth down, lower, his lips toying with the top of my tank top. My nipples strain painfully against the material of my bra, begging for attention.
At the same time Endymion slips his hand inside my pants and underwear, he pulls the tank top down with the shell of my bra to expose my erect nipple. He makes a hungry sound in the back of his throat as he takes my nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue swirling around the peak. I gasp, my back arching off the grass, when I feel his fingers glide through my wetness. There are too many delicious sensations happening at once for me to focus on. He grazes his teeth over my nipples, alternating from one nipple to the next, driving me insane.
I dig my nails into his back, enjoying his sharp hiss, and the way he slides his fingers inside me, curling them, pumping them in and out, just like I do when I think of him at night. I blink my bleary, lust-hazed eyes open and stare at him hovering on top of me. Thick strands of his rebel curls fall along his forehead, but it’s his face, his expression that has me enraptured. He looks like sex. Like the hottest man on the planet. With his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he’s enjoying my reaction to him—enjoying the way my body responds to his touch.
“I need more, End, please,” I breathe into the night air, arching my back again when his fingers continue pumping in and out of me while he swirls his thumb around the bundle of nerves. With a new brand of impatience, I reach down and start working my jeans down my legs. End follows suit, working down his jeans and freeing his cock. I try not to balk at the sight of his penis, but seeing as this is the first time I’ve ever seen one in real life, it’s hard not to. Especially when his just looks so…long and thick. My core clenches again, this time with anticipation, as he lines himself at my center. We stare at each other, suspended in this moment, and then he’s kissing me again. Or I’m kissing him again.
I can no longer tell where he starts and I end.
A groan tears from my chest when he dips the head of his cock in and out of my entrance, lubing himself up. He then brings the tip up to my clit and swirls it there, sending my brain into a tailspin. I can already feel my orgasm looming, and he hasn’t even slid inside me yet.
“So beautiful,” he whispers near my ear as he trails kisses down the side of my neck, heading back to my chest. My nails dig into his back when I feel him enter me. My body tries to fight the intrusion, instead of welcoming it, and I coach myself through it, trying to focus on his mouth. His tongue swirls around my nipple as I arch my body into his, breathing through the pain, moaning in his ear.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out, as he pushes past the barrier of my virginity. I clutch him and lose myself in the way his hips pump into mine. The way his cock feels sliding in and out of me. My body feels so full, there’s an unbearable stinging pang, but behind it is a delicious tug of something deep in my gut. That something has me bringing him closer to me, begging for more.
Endymion lifts my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I lose myself in him. My eyes roll back, and sounds I hadn’t even known I could make leave my lips. He’s everywhere. His mouth is on mine, stealing the breath from my lungs, and the only sounds are our bodies meeting, coming together as one, and the distant lapping of the creek.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he pants out between kisses as he slides his hand between our bodies. My moans grow in volume when he rubs my clit. It all becomes too much—his thrusts and the way he’s working my clit—and I fall apart beneath him, my walls clenching around him, making the sting between my legs more pronounced. Endymion