me, at the thought of him bringing me such great pleasure.
“What are you thinking about?” he teased, bringing my eyes back up to his face and causing my own to flush with heat.
“Just that it’s magnificent,” I said, too honestly, trying my best not to look back down. “You’re pretty magnificent, that is.”
“Glad to know you think so.”
He stalked towards me, pulling me off the bed and drawing my body against his. I could feel his cock pushing at my entrance, and my pussy throbbed with desire. His hands came up on either side of my face, pulling me in close to him, and he began to kiss me. This was a hungry kiss, filled with our mutual want.
“What did I do to make a girl as beautiful as you interested in me?” he said, breaking away for a second and gazing down to survey my body.
I shrugged and winked. “You are as beautiful as I am.”
He smiled. “That’s a good answer. I’m going to have to keep that one in mind.” He went back to kissing me and I was once again absorbed by the contact of our bodies, the song that mine sung louder with every touch of his fingers.
All the while, his cock pushed firmly against me, promising more satisfaction. He kissed a line down my neck, causing me to tilt my head back, and then he bit down. I gasped as the suction of his lips broke the capillaries beneath my skin. I knew that a bruise would form then, but I couldn’t care less. It felt good to be kissed by him in that way, to be marked by him, and I found myself arching my neck towards him, giving him greater access to make more.
“Are you alright with that?” he asked, breaking away for a moment. “I probably should have asked first.”
“It’s nothing a scarf can’t cover,” I said with a smile, draping my arms around his neck. “And yes, I’m more than okay with that.”
“Good, because I intend to do it some more,” he said, continuing his line of kisses. This time he moved down to my breasts. Unclipping the bra and flinging it aside, he began to kiss my nipples, then the tender skin around them. Finally, he bit down again, making me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut as wetness accumulated between my legs. I had no idea that contact there could make me feel so good. It never had with any of my other boyfriends.
“You like that?” he teased, bringing one hand down to press against my pussy, collecting the wetness. “Apparently you did,” he commented with a laugh. “You’re so wet for me, baby, aren’t you?”
I nodded, unable to say any more.
“Do you get this way for everyone, kitten?” he asked, the nickname making my stomach churn with new fury.
I shook my head. “I feel more with you,” I said. “You make the fire blaze brighter, burn hotter.” I want you more than I ever wanted them.
He laughed, tapping the tip of my nose with one finger. “I suppose that’s what your romance books sound like, don’t they? I’ve never had a girl say anything like that to me before.”
I blushed, looking down, then to the side because down was where his cock was and that just made me blush harder. “Perhaps.” He had caught me red-handed. Or maybe red-tongued?
“That’s alright,” he said, using one hand to guide my face back to look at him again. “I like it when you speak to me like that. It’s quite attractive.”
He kissed me again, then walked me back until my knees hit the bed and I buckled onto it. He straddled me again, scooting me up so that my whole body was now on the bed, and then he positioned himself in front of me.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Am I what?” I asked, blinking away my confusion.
“Are you on birth control? I don’t want to get you pregnant.”
I shook my head. “Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s fine, just means I need to use this.” He reached over to his bedside table and picked up a shiny plastic package from a bowl. It was small and square-shaped, with a slight raising in a ring shape in the center. It only took me a moment to figure out what it was, and then he ripped open the package and rolled the condom over his cock.
“Safety first,” he said with a wink, then repositioned himself. “You still in the mood, doll? Because