and completely bare, and then crawl across the bed to him, pushing him slighting so that he’s no longer kneeling, and he’s sitting on the bed. I move to straddle him, my whimper meeting his groan as his erection grazes my bare body.
I graze my teeth across his shoulder, and he grips my waist possessively.
I look up at him. “I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s in this way, and now I want nothing more than to be yours.”
He crashes his lips against mine, and a tortured sound escapes his chest. I grind against him as he licks my tongue more possessively than before, and I lick his just as possessively.
I move my hands down his chest, his abs, and when I reach his waistband, I tug at them as I murmur into his mouth, “I want these off.”
He groans as he sucks my tongue while pulling back from the kiss, the hottest of my entire life, and pushes me back so I’m lying down. Then he steps from the bed and onto the floor, where he pulls down his boxers. His cock, thick, long, veiny, and pink, slaps hard against his muscular abs. Against his navel, the silver ball shimmers like a jewel protruding out of the wide, mushroom-shaped crown that tops his nothing short of majestic cock.
“It’s beautiful.” I sit up and run my thumb over the soft, steel crown, smearing the cum across it. I then bring my thumb to my mouth and taste him.
“Savvy.” My name sounds like a praise, and I want more.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and look over at him. “I want to taste you.”
He stalks slowly toward me. Then, standing in front of me, he grips his cock and strokes it. I lean back and open my mouth to him.
He rubs the tip across my lips, once, twice, three times, until I’ve had enough of the teasing and take it in my own hands. Our eyes locked together, I draw the head of his cock into my mouth and suck. Then I take him deeper.
“Fuck.” With one hand, he pushes my hair back then grips it, while cupping my breast with the other.
I take him deeper yet, and he hisses while pinching my nipple, causing me to moan with my mouth still full of him.
His hips jerk when I suck on the silver ball.
He rubs my nipple between his fingers and tells me, “Suck it harder, baby … deeper.”
I look up into his dark, feral eyes and do as he asks.
“Jesus, yes … just like that.”
I continue sucking him, enjoying the feel of his piercing gliding across my tongue, my pussy growing more wet every time I feel the ball touch my tonsils.
The sounds of pleasure that come from him, and that he’s giving me, makes me take him deeper, moving faster, using my tongue to explore the veins, the ridges, the piercing. I love the taste of him, and I love the way he groans and growls.
I’m pretty sure I love him.
“Fuck, Savvy, fuck,” he stammers then thrusts into my mouth over and over until he steps back quickly. He’s panting, his jaw muscles flexing. He’s looking at me like he doesn’t know what he wants to do with me next.
When he walks to the end of the bed and flops down, I think he’s taking a break, until he says, “I need you to get over here and ride my face.”
“I’m soaked,” I whisper.
“Good fucking thing, because I’ve never been more fucking thirsty in my life.”
“Patrick—”
“Now, Savvy,” he insists.
When I move toward him and raise my knee, he grips it. “Other way, baby. You need to finish want you started.”
God help us both, I think as I awkwardly begin to situate myself.
When two hands grip my ass and pull me down, I cry out at the sudden pleasure of his mouth on my skin that is so much more sensitive than I could have imagined.
“Fuck yes, your pussy tastes so good, Savvy.” He thrusts his tongue deep inside me, and I cry out unexpectedly as my thighs clench around his head. Then he removes one hand from my ass, and I feel him thrust a finger inside of me as he licks my clit. His hips thrust, and he groans as he licks harshly around my opening. I nearly collapse from the feeling of pleasure coursing through my body, my fucking soul.
When I open my eyes and try to breathe, my eyes home in on his