giving me better access to her sensitive skin. I continued peppering kisses up and down her neck, across her collar bone and finally heading south to her perky, hard-tipped mounds.
My lips covered the puffy pink flesh surrounding Sasha’s pebbled skin and she arched her back, pressing her body further into my mouth. My teeth nipped at her swollen nub as her fingers fisted in my hair, keeping me in place. Her nails scraped my scalp sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. My balls tightened as my shaft slid along the damp folds of her sex. Even through the latex barrier, I could feel the heat and slickness of her core as it pulsed against my throbbing rod.
Sasha writhed beneath me, her body humming with pleasure as I suckled first her right then left breast. Each time I switched sides and my tongue and lips broke contact, a whimper of need would escape her mouth. The sound vibrated through me, amping up my arousal to near bursting.
I felt…everything. I could feel her in my toes.
Her fingers tightened and she lifted my head and pulled me up, crushing her mouth to mine. There was an urgency in her kiss, and it tipped my self-control right over the edge.
With one hand I grasped her hip and I moved the other one between us and lined our bodies up together. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked in a harsh breath as my tip pushed past the barriers of her folds.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and she held me tight to her as I continued to drive into her tight canal slowly. Her body clamped around me and sweat broke out on my back as I tilted her hips up so I could go even deeper.
She gasped and her breath fanned against my neck and the warm, featherlight sensation shot straight to my groin. My entire body tensed, and I gritted my teeth as I felt myself teeter on the edge of orgasm. I was about to come, and I hadn’t even pumped once. Never before had my body responded like this. Being with Sasha awakened a primitive virility in me that I hadn’t even known I had.
I stilled, trying to get my body under control. But when her hands began to roam up and down my back, my body moved of its own accord. Slowly, at first, I pulled out and pushed back inside of her. Soon, the sting of her nails digging into my back urged me to go faster.
As our bodies moved in perfect sync, I felt emotions that had laid dormant inside of me come to the surface. I’d spent most of my adult life doing my best not to connect to anyone in a romantic sense. I hadn’t been a monk, by any stretch of the imagination. But the sex I’d had was just physical. Nothing else. I wasn’t engaged mentally, or emotionally with the women I’d been with, and vice versa. Anyone that I hooked up with was aware of what it was, and more importantly what it wasn’t.
The sex I’d had was good, it served its purpose. But this was different on every level. The connection Sasha and I shared was undeniable. There was an innate intimacy between us that I’d never had with another partner. It was impossible for me to just go through the motions with her.
Being with Sasha, touching her, kissing her, making love to her enveloped me. It overwhelmed me. It wasn’t an option to keep her at an emotional arm’s length, but I still found myself trying to do just that.
Instead of thinking about the emotions that I was feeling, I actively focused on the pleasure of the act itself. I concentrated on the friction of our bodies rubbing against each other. The only problem with that was when I did it sent me right back to the peak of my release.
I didn’t want this to be over.
In an effort to prolong things, I turned my attention to Sasha. I started kissing her neck, her breasts. My hands roamed up and down her body, paying attention to every moan, every gasp, every muscle twitch, every whimper. Her body was an instrument that I was learning to play.
When her thighs began to shake, I bit down on her pebbled nub and she cried out in a passionate exclaim, “Beau!”
I’d successfully kept my release at bay up until that point. But hearing Sasha call out my name in such a