her skin red and indented with my markings. She’s mumbling incoherently. More. Again. Feels so good. One more time I bite her hard, at the same time I curl a finger inside and find that rough area that’s going to send her flying. “Oh shit!” she cries out as her orgasm crests. Pressing my tongue flat, right at the center of her, I take her exactly where she needs to be. “Damian, oh god Damian it feels so good,” she moans, her body convulsing and her hands gripping my scalp, her toes curling into my shoulders. Both of her legs fall open giving me a perfect view of all her glistening folds and I almost come all over her. She’s bare, not a hair to be seen and she’s wide open just for me. Licking her one last time before I slide back up her naked body, her entire being shudders.
My lips suck on the side of her neck, feeling her heart beating rapidly against my chest.
I fucking love it. She’s so alive and it ignites a burning desire deep inside my soul.
“Damian, your tongue . . . it’s my new favorite part of your body.”
“You own it. It’s yours.” Sliding my tongue up her neck and behind her ear, I bring an earlobe into my mouth and gently nibble it between my teeth.
My cock wants inside. Pre-come wets her skin and my erection throbs in an almost painful need for release. Flexing my hips into her, my tip slides along her sex, and she moans loudly, tensing up beneath me. Grabbing my head between her two small hands, she focuses her eyes directly into mine. “Do that again. Slide against me again.”
Sliding the underside of my cock along her swollen nub, she moans loudly, moving her own hips to rub her wet core up and down the length of me. My face is still between her palms, her eyes locked on mine as they fill with unfiltered lust. She slowly works herself into a heated ball of fire. Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I change positions and my tip slides right up to her entrance. The warmth that radiates down my shaft, hitting my balls and spreading down my legs from that one small contact has my arms shaking and I want to enter her.
Gently shoving me off her body, I’m startled and shocked by the cold lack of contact she just placed between us. She turns and opens my nightstand. “Where are they?” she asks.
“Where are what?” I’m shaking, my cock an iron steel rod protruding from between my legs, her wet sex shining in my face.
This is fucking torture.
“Your condoms. Where are they?” Relieved we are on the same page, my shoulders relax as she climbs on top of me and begins kissing me again, my hard on once more rubbing against her wet heat.
I want this so fucking bad, but I need to make sure she’s not going to have any regrets when she wakes up in the morning.
“We were crazy drunk ten minutes ago. Are you sure?” I am now completely sober, feeling her come undone in my mouth was all it took to get me to focus but I need to make sure she wants this and it’s not just the alcohol talking.
“Damian. Requirement number three, your requirement. Remember? I don’t want anyone else. Please get a damn condom.”
That is all I need to hear as I reopen that drawer, and reach in the back for the string of condoms I know is in here somewhere and finally find the foil packet she’s so desperately asking for. With shaking fingers, I roll it on as quickly as I can and pull her on top of me.
We sit facing each other, and I lift her settling her over my straining cock, her legs wrapping around me and bringing her down deep. My eyes blur with tiny white lights and my balls tense up.
“Oh fuck.” I entwine my hand in her hair and hold her tight to my chest. “Addison,” I whisper into the top of her head, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo while I bury myself deep. “You feel like heaven.”
I’d had visions of this for the past two months, the real deal, even drunk, is a total mind fuck.
She’s mumbling, small incoherent musings. I catch tidbits. So good . . . come, so hard . . . bite me.