cock pressing against me intimately. My mouth opens to kiss him when he gets closer, but he surprises me by murmuring in my ear.
“I want you so badly, little witch. You’ve cast a spell over me, I think,” he breathes, his words tickling my ear.
I flush. My mouth is suddenly dry. I lick my lips, unable to move my body away from his clever fingers. “Yes,” I say. “I want you, Lars. I need you to fuck me.”
“Are you on birth control?”
I just nod again. His mouth curls into a grin. He kisses a spot on my neck, sucking it hard enough to pull a moan from my lips. “I’m going to rock your fucking world, Pips.”
He surprises me yet again by pulling away and sinking to his knees. I sit up partway, alarmed, but he pushes me onto my back with steady hands against my stomach.
“I’ve been waiting a lifetime to do this to you,” he whispers, bringing his hand up to part my pussy lips. “Your pussy smells so good. I am going to make you come apart with just my tongue, little witch.”
Then he touches the tip of his tongue against my exposed clit, the part of my that has been throbbing for so long. It feels like a lightning bolt, straight to the pleasure center of my brain. The breath leaves my lungs for a minute as his tongue works around it in steady circles.
Soon I’m burying my hands in his hair and moving in time with the rhythm he sets. It’s so good that my whole body is on fire. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks. I’m on a precipice, holding onto my connection with reality by a thread.
Then he groans into my flesh, sending a tidal wave straight to the heart of me. With a shudder and a low moan I come apart, gripping at his hair. He’s so good that I tremble and groan, calling out his name softly.
He continues to lick and kiss my clit gently until I stop him with my fingers.
I pull him back up to my head, kissing him hard. He tastes like ozone and something a little sweet. With a start, I realize that that’s my unique flavor that I’m tasting on his lips and tongue.
He pulls me under him, kissing me soundly. I groan as his hard cock brushes the sensitive folds of my pussy. I’m still feeling the aftershocks when he fists his cock, bringing the head to my entrance. I’m slick from what he just did with his mouth, but when he starts to push his cock inside, even the smallest amount stretches me out. My body is resistant even though I want him.
He’s just so fucking big.
There is a moment of genuine pain, bringing tears to my eyes. And then he is thrusting all the way in, making me forget the pain. Our bodies merge. I cling to him, my mouth open, my eyes closing. I’m enraptured.
I relax into the thrust of his big cock. I start to feel something building, a vague pressure from far away. It is different than the burning desire I felt before, more like a spring slowly tightening.
“Open your eyes, Pippa,” he grits out.
So I do. I stare up into his gaze, feeling the coil of my desire tightening, inch by inch. Raking my nails down his back and meeting his thrusts with my own, I feel I have never been closer to another person than I am to Lars right now.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His expression says he is either in pain or ecstatic, one of the two. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”
Watched by those dark blue eyes, I start to shatter once more, spasming as I come. He is right behind me, fucking me frantically, finding my hand and gripping it so hard that I am honestly afraid that it will break.
He comes with a shudder, pounding into me relentlessly. I can actually feel his cum inside me, but in the next second I forget that I was even thinking about it because he kisses me, long and with tongue. For several seconds, it’s just me and him, no one else even existing in the entire world. My heart beats erratically, in time with Lars’s, and it just feels so right.
Everything that I was worried about… how he’s a player and out of my league… it just melts away. All that is important is the here and now, his body against mine.