On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,70

and chest. He gropes my breasts, forcing my nipples to stand to attention again as he teases my upper lip with his tongue. I tremble, feeling my desire teased back out. I feel my core warming up again as his hand coasts down my belly and rests on my inner thigh below.

“Spread your legs,” he growls again, his heated whispers sparking me some more.

I move my legs apart, and he instantly places his fingers on my clit. I gasp, but his mouth covers mine with a deep, penetrating kiss. I purr from the pleasure, my hips rising to meet his rubbing palm.

Drew pushes a finger inside of me. No, two. Definitely two. My pussy tightens around him, pulsing from pleasure as he massages the front wall with his fingertips.

“You feel that?” he whispers, his teeth etching a line on my earlobe. “You feel how wet you are?”

I sigh as my hips move against the heel of his hand. “Yes.”

“Imagine it’s my cock inside of you. Grinding you. Fucking you.” He nibbles my neck. “Making you come.”

I kiss him as moans clench my throat. My sex pulses, my body so close to orgasm again. I gasp and whimper. I look deep into his dark green eyes and I imagine everything he wants me to.

Drew shifts his body over mine. I open my legs wider, offering myself to him as he single-handedly seduces me. His strong, rigged fingers slide in and out of my wetness, stretching me, opening me, bringing me so close to the edge again. His firm, deep kisses take me, own me, and make me moan as he rubs his cock between my folds...

His tip enters me, and he stops. It’s so quick and sudden that I wince from surprise, but Drew was right. It feels awkward, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s new and strange, but it’s no tattoo, that’s for sure.

Drew releases a soft groan as he pulls out, then puts it back in. He repeats it; a slow, aching rhythm. I relax again, the smooth push of his cock filling me just a little bit more each time.

“Heidi,” he whispers against my lips. “You feel so fucking good...”

My breath quickens. Every inch of him tests me. Every kiss brings love and comfort. Every sexy groan fuels my pleasure.

I look down, watching his hips as he moves in and out of me. The view sends shocks through me. Sex is so primal and unsophisticated, but I can’t get enough of it as he uses my body in ways no one ever has.

Drew chuckles between kisses. “Are you okay?” he asks, so deep inside.

I nod. “Keep going.”

I kiss him as he thrusts again, slow and careful. He stays in complete control, pumping me with the first few inches and nothing more.

But I want more.

I raise my head as Drew lowers to kiss me. “Deeper,” I say, wanting it. Needing it.

Drew hesitates as our lips graze, but he gives me what I want. He pushes in and I feel that pleasant, aching stretch my body so badly desires. I gasp. I moan. I smother it on his lips, digging my nails into his sides as his pelvis touches my clit.

“Oh, god,” I whisper as my knees quiver around him.

He fucks me faster, the tip of his cock burrowed so deep inside. It massages my inner walls, pumping and teasing as my legs drift even higher. I raise my hips a little and he plunges deeper, deep enough that we both moan. His head drops to my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his sweat-covered body. We move together. Our hearts beat together. We burn together, unable to tell where one of starts and the other ends.

Drew doesn’t stop. His breath is heavy on my skin, but his body needs no rest. He takes me, his pounding constant and unyielding. I open my mouth to say his name, but I can only moan. I can barely even breathe. All my thoughts melt away as my body races toward the one thing I can think of right now.

Drew pins my hand to the bed, and our fingers entwine. He slows his thrust. His dark, tattered bangs fall over his eyes. My sex clenches. My sensitive clit pulses with each rub. I feel every long inch of him as he fucks me slowly, and it’s not long until I’m shaking. Just one touch and I’m finished. Just one kiss and I’ll be his forever.

Drew pinches my chin and holds it still as I