tearing away and attacking my neck with teeth and tongue. He was everywhere at once. His hands roughly rubbed over my body as his mouth attempted to keep up. It was an onslaught of wild sensations that left my body in sensory overload. I writhed beneath him. I tried to run my hands over him, but he was too fast. He was sliding down my body with his mouth until he was at my heated core.
His mouth closed over the lace that covered my entrance. Even without direct contact, it was too much. My body was primed and ready, and the heat from his mouth and the feel of his tongue through the lace were enough to send me spiraling into a blissful abyss of electric heat.
The climax tore through my body. His fingers slid the lace to the side, giving him full access to the sensitive flesh. He lapped at me until I was on the verge of another orgasm. I wasn’t sure I would survive the night if he kept up with his pace.
“Oh please,” I whispered. I didn’t know what I was asking for. Mercy? More? I didn’t know.
He did. He rubbed his finger over the tiny, extremely sensitive flesh that sent me into another violent series of spasms as my body erupted again and again.
In a flurry of movement, I felt him peeling away the lace and ribbons. I was helpless to assist him. My body was tingling and vibrating with pure ecstasy. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to please me.”
I managed a lazy smile and opened my eyes just enough to see him looking down at me. “I try.”
“Try, my ass. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. I feel like I have a tree trunk hanging between my legs. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I opened my legs good and wide. “I’m ready for whatever you want to give me. I’ll take it all, every last inch. Show me how much you want me. Show me everything. Make me scream.”
He growled before sliding one finger inside me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” I whimpered, squirming a little as my body clamped down on his finger inside me. “More.”
A second finger slid inside my body that was swollen and slick from the first two orgasms. I knew he would give me a third and maybe even a fourth.
“How’s that?” he asked.
I opened my legs just a little more. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Let’s make sure you’re really ready for me,” he said before he worked a third finger inside me.
I cried out with white-hot pleasure. My body stretched and slowly welcomed him inside. I moved my hips up, taking him deeper inside me until I felt his knuckles brushing against my skin. “Yes! I want it all!”
He pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling empty. The feeling did not last long. He worked the head of his cock inside me. He was right. He was so much bigger than usual. I opened my eyes and looked down my body. He was holding his weight off me with one arm while holding the base of his cock in his other hand.
I watched as the length slowly disappeared inside me. I wasn’t ready for the overwhelming sensations of the purest, rawest form of ecstasy. My body swallowed him up, welcoming him with a flood of juices as another orgasm carried me away. I was insatiable.
Walking tomorrow would be interesting. I didn’t care. I couldn’t get enough of him.
He began to move, adjusting his hips to slide over nerve endings deep inside me that had previously been untouched. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He was lost in the moment. I managed to pry my eyes open long enough to watch him for a few seconds. His face was contorted into what looked like sheer pain. I knew it was painful pleasure. I moaned, shimmying my hips just a little. It was an almost instantaneous reaction from him. He shouted over and over as his back bowed and he blew up deep inside me.
So much power. So much pleasure. I let myself follow him, riding the jerks and spasms of his cock buried deep inside me.
When he collapsed beside me, neither of us spoke. I didn’t think it was physically possible to speak. My body was beyond sated. It felt like I had been treated to a luxurious day at the spa with an expert masseuse.
I wasn’t sure if he was already asleep, but I wouldn’t be