His hands slide my panties down and my tank top disappears over my head. I am now completely naked in front of the most gorgeous man on the planet.
If this were anyone else, I would be trying to cover up. But the way that Lars is looking at me, his blue eyes grown dark with lust, makes me feel sexy, desirable and beautiful.
He drinks me in with his eyes, growling softly as his fingers stroke my dripping slit.
“God, Pippa. You’re so fucking wet.” He brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks my juices off the tips of his fingers. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan as he tastes me on his hands. “Fucking delicious, little witch. So sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
All I can focus on is his fingers that are now playing with my clit, teasing my seam.
He kisses me deeply, hungrily. I can feel his rock hard cock digging into my hip. I moaned loudly, still unable to form any words.
“Fuck, Pippa. I’ve never cum from just sounds before, but if you keep that up, that might change. Breathe, little witch…” His voice is husky, low.
I follow his advice, taking a deep breath to clear my ridiculously, pathetically aroused mind enough to whimper, “For fuck’s sake, Lars. You’re killing me. Taste me! Or fuck me! Do something, anything…” I beg.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, moving me up the bed. Then he drops his whole body down low, kissing his way across my stomach and making me writhe.
He licks slowly but hungrily along my seam. Up and down, sucking in my lips, darting his tongue into my pussy, before starting all over again. He let out a low moan again. “So fucking sweet, Pippa.” He groans before taking my sensitive clit in his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue flicking against my bud.
His tongue reduces me to a shivering, moaning maniac. I try to buck my hips against him, unable to contain myself any longer, but his strong hands on my hips kept me in place. He licks and sucks until I see nothing but stars and fireworks, feeling like I am about to fly away if it wasn't for him anchoring me down.
Far too soon, the pressure that had been building up inside my releases into a ball of light, my mind shattering in every different direction possible. I scream his name, digging my fingers into his shoulders and tugging at his hair.
He keeps licking until he wrings every last drop of pleasure from my body. He crawls up and kisses me as he slips his boxer briefs off. I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance, positioned perfectly to slide into me. He doesn’t though, he kisses me hard and I can taste myself on his lips. Somehow, it just arouses my even more. I moan into his mouth and hear a low sound at the back of his throat.
“I want you inside of me,” I say, my voice coming out in a breathy whine. “Please, Lars.”
He lets out a low growl, but doesn’t say any more. I can feel his hard cock gently pushing against at my entrance. He slides in slowly, watching my every facial expression, seemingly gauging my every move.
“Fuck, so tight,” he breathed as he edged in, still very slowly. He’s so fucking big but the delicious fullness and pleasure at having him inside my outweighed the discomfort. I cling to him and run my hands through his hair and down his back.
When he is all the way in, he stops, driving me crazy. His muscles are taut, eyes blazing with need, but he doesn’t act on it. He is huge, but I need to feel him move already.
“Okay there, little witch?”
“I’m fine, Lars. I need to feel you!” I manage, my voice breathy. “Fuck me, Lars.”
At that, it is as if his resolve breaks and he starts moving.
Slowly at first, but it is the most incredible feeling I have ever experienced. Pleasure fills my body, taking over every inch of me. The entire world has disappeared and all that exists is the feeling of him in me, his body on mine, breathing deeply and softly growling and moaning into my ear, kissing me and whispering to me.
He rocks into me with perfect rhythm, with just the right amount of depth. I can feel the pressure building again. His breathing