brushed against her chin as he showered her with kisses along her cheek and neck. Sliding his hands beneath her ass, his knuckles pressed into the pillow, he hungrily clutched her globes. One hand slipped away, and she swallowed, looking up at the ceiling in anticipation. She could feel his eyes on her as her breathing accelerated, her pulse raced and skin tingled.
“Lord have mercy!”
He swallowed her scream with a plunge of his tongue within her mouth as he entered her with a harsh, air-stealing thrust. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed her eyes shut so tight, they teared up and burned. He moved his hips in a hypnotic rhythm, moving back and forth, from side to side, then front to back, easy and slow, but so damn deep.
“Baaaaby,” he cooed. “You’ve got the kind of pussy men dream of. I can never turn you loose. I have to be greedy. I have to keep all this pie to myself.”
She shuddered and when she dared to open her eyes, he was staring right at her, his passion so penetrating it was as if he were trying to fuck her soul.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop!” Her eyelids fluttered and she arched her back, meeting his thrusts. He rode her wave, pushing her firmly back down, then administered a hot kiss on her lips.
There was no soft, romantic music, no candles or incense burning, setting the mood. A too-bright light showed their every imperfection, highlighting just how real and special it all was. None of the trappings her mind often ran to when picturing the perfect romance between two aroused lovers entrapped in a whirlwind of sheets existed, and yet, this felt just right. It was perfect. It was Aries. He held no pretenses, no fanfare – he simply came and claimed, and things somehow worked out in such a seamless and beautifully imperfect way. He was natural and raw to his very core.
“Baby, with a mind, smile, body and pussy like yours, you make a man want to drop to his knees and give you the world on a fucking platter.” She reached for him, needing another kiss, another trace of warmth as he spread her pussy open with the incredible width of his manhood, demanding her honey with his thrusts. She moved with him, in sync, and together they made music, their groins bumping and grinding like flawless notes to a fervent melody. “Shit. Yeah… like that. That’s what I like.”
He rubbed his finger against her clit as he rode her, bringing her with him to the brink of no return. Their gasps intertwined, their lives connected, and mutual climaxes ruptured the brief tranquility. He cried out as he relentlessly slammed into her. The smacking of his balls beating against her dripping pussy was the music to her moans. They grabbed onto one another as they quavered but she pulled herself together long enough to pay close attention to his climax. To hear the genuine, unpretty groans, the harsh curse words that gushed from between his lips, and to witness the tightening of his muscles beneath his inked flesh.
She could hear him swallow, then fall against her, panting as if he’d run a hundred miles without so much as a drop of water. They embraced one another, held on. Quiet. She had no idea what time it was, nor did she really care. He startled her when he seemed to have a second wind, a sudden burst of energy. Dragging himself away like a blanket sliding off her body, he left her nude and cold under the bold lighting. She turned, balling up in the fetal position as he retreated, and she hated how alone she felt just then. His warmth was damn near addictive, his presence unforgettable. He made his way to his pants, which lay crumpled in the middle of the floor and slid out his wallet.
She caught a glimpse of bright gold packaging. Another condom. Her chest burned when he slipped the fresh condom over a new erection more wicked than the first. Within minutes, he had her face down on the bed, buried against a pile of twisted sheets. A fistful of her hair in his grip, yanking, he screamed and roared, fucking her mercilessly from the back. Her bed rocked and threatened to collapse, but he showed no signs of slowing down. He fucked the life out of her. Her pussy spasmed and she fought the sheets, trying to stay afloat