He took it and let me take, hard, deep, f**k, f**k, he tasted of beer and ziti and Creed. I remembered that taste, could swear it tipped my tongue countless times for going on two decades. I missed it and I loved it.
Loved it.
The kiss went wild, his hands went into my hair, holding my mouth to his then he took his turn to take from mine.
I gave him a taste then shafted up. His hands fell away from my hair. My hands went to my tank and ripped it off.
He had one second to take in my torso before I bent back to him and it was done. Even if I had the strength to fight it, I wouldn’t have tried.
We tore at each other’s clothes, shoes, tossing them aside, rolling, hands everywhere, mouths, tongues. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think. I could only taste and feel.
I eventually got between his legs and didn’t hesitate, didn’t play, didn’t f**k around. I sucked his hard, thick, long c**k deep, the head hit the back of my throat and my lips hit hair.
“Jesus,” he groaned then angled up. I lost purchase only suddenly to be flying through the air, twisted, brought down on his body facing his crotch, rolled and yeah, oh f**king yeah, he was over me. His mouth was between my legs, his knees at either side of my head, he was voracious, rabid, eating fierce, his tongue thrusting deep, his mouth sucking my cl*t hard.
God, so good, so goddamned good, nothing better. No. Not nothing. No one. No one f**king better.
I lifted my hands to his ass, pulling myself up and taking his c**k in my mouth. He didn’t make me work, his h*ps moved under my hands and he f**ked my face as he ate me and his mouth worked me harder. He went down to his forearms beside my hips, shoved his hands under my ass and pulled up so he could devour me. My knees cocked, thighs spread wide, I opened them wider and took his c**k as he took my pu**y until it built so huge I couldn’t take it anymore. I released his cock, dropped to my back on a low whimpered moan and I lost his mouth.
I rolled to him instantly, hands on him, vaguely watching him reach for his jeans, yank out his wallet.
“Creed,” I whispered and even I heard the depths of my need.
His big hand fanned against the side of my face, gliding back into my hair as he looked down at me, his face hot, hard and f**king beautiful.
“Two seconds, baby,” he whispered back, his hand went away, the condom came out and I spread my legs in preparation.
He positioned on his knees between my legs, I watched him roll on the condom then I knifed up, curving my arms around him and he didn’t delay. His torso pressed into mine, I fell back, bringing him with me and he slid inside.
My neck arched and my knees lifted, my thighs pressing deep into his h*ps as I moaned, “Fuck yes.”
He moved. I rounded him with my limbs, righted my neck, lifted my head and ran my tongue soothingly along the angry bite where I’d marked his neck.
I shifted my lips and in his ear whispered, “Harder.”
“Soft, slow,” he whispered in mine.
“Fast, hard.”
“Soft and slow, baby.”
I squeezed with three limbs as I squeezed him inside and dug my nails in his back, running them up.
“Fuck,” he groaned and went faster and harder.
“Yes,” I breathed and he went even faster and harder.
“You like the taste of you?” he asked, his breath coming fast.
“Is it on you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then yeah.”
“Fuck,” he groaned again, lifted his head, I turned mine and he took my mouth.
I took his.