His wide shoulders pushed my thighs further apart as his tongue licked my clit, my lips and he sucked hard and then soft. In little soft pulsing sucking motions and harder, slurping motions. It was fantastic. It was too much pleasure at once, but I never wanted it to end.
Then he sat up and ripped off my panties, pulled my dress off over my head and I was completely naked. Bared to him.
“Mine,” he growled and settled between my legs again, this time his mouth moved with a ferocity I couldn’t resist. Hard and fast, he licked and sucked, nibbled and laved every inch of me until my body shook with the undeniable need for orgasm.
“Cross, please.”
I didn’t know what I was begging for other than more of him. I didn’t want it to stop but I felt the orgasm start in my toes. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
The room was silent aside from my moans and cries, and the completely erotic sound of Cross’s mouth bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. I should have been embarrassed about how wet I was, but Cross seemed turned on by it considering the intensity of his mouth on me.
“Oh!” I kept moaning, over and over.
While his mouth made love to my body, I floated on the air above us, watching with a wild fascination I couldn’t explain. Then he slipped one finger between my cheeks into that forbidden hole where only his tongue had been before.
I shouldn’t like it.
It felt strange. Overwhelming.
Wickedly delicious.
“Oh, oh Cross!” My body was on fire but not like a regular old building fire, no, this was like a explosives warehouse had been set on fire by an arsonist. This was a thousand alarm fire inside of me, a raging inferno that shot out of me with my orgasm, threatening to burn everything and everyone within a ten-mile radius.
“Yes!”
I grabbed his head and rode his face, grinding my ass on his finger until my whole body twisted and curled into the most powerful orgasm of my life.
“Damn, Moon,” he said when he finally eased himself up.
He licked his lips, staring at me with a smile slick with my juices.
“I think that’s my line.” He smiled again and brushed a kiss to my lips so I could taste myself on his tongue. “Delicious.”
“Now I know that was my line.” He kissed me again, long and hard and with complete confidence in skill, which he’d more than earned. He kissed me until I was breathless and clinging to his wide, muscular back. In too much of a hurry to be buried where I needed him the most, Cross didn’t bother to remove his boxers, he just shoved them down until all the best parts were uncovered.
My legs wrapped around him as soon as he did that, urging him closer to where my body still pulsed for him.
“That was incredible,” I cried, pleading for more.
He laughed and lined our bodies up before he thrust in so slow my moan came out long and low.
“You feel incredible. Fuck, your pussy is always so damn wet. Is that all for me?”
“I don’t know, is it? Oh!”
His hips pushed forward to that spot, the one that made smart women stupid for another press of that erotic button. Over and over he hit that spot until another orgasm, forceful and fast, shot through me.
“Cross!”
But he didn’t let up, not this time. His blue eyes glazed over and took on that faraway look as they stared deep into my soul. He reared up on his knees and flung my thighs over his so I was spread wide while he watched.
“Moon, look at me.” When I did, Cross licked his thumb and pressed it to my clit.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned when I quivered and pulsed around him. “Fuck. Your pussy is so good.”
I loved his dirty talk. It was raw and dirty, not polite. Not PC. Just raw, hot and nasty.
“God, Cross. I need more.” My nails dug into his shoulders and he didn’t seem to care, which only ratcheted up my desire even more.