Breath Of Life

He thrusts up, and my brain ceases to functions. Need takes over as I grind into him. The seam of my shorts and his cock are creating a wicked friction, edging me closer and closer toward completion. His husky voice is honeyed whiskey in my ears setting my body ablaze.

“Are you going to come for me, sassy? I’ve been dreaming about the way you’d look and sound. Let me see it.”

My stomach clenches and my pussy flexes as I begin the slow ascent to release.

“Oh. Right there. Yes.” I dig my fingers into his shoulders as I lean back and circle my hips. I close my eyes.

“No.”

My eyes fly open at the sharp word.

“I want to see those pretty brown eyes.”

I fight to keep my lids open. “So close. So close.” My words are a desperate prayer whispered in a room silent but for our breathing and the whisper of fabric. My chest tightens, and I shake as I yield to the vortex of pleasure that swallows me whole. His lips smash down on mine, muffling my cries before they can fill the room. I ride the wave, circling as the aftershocks continue to make me twitch. The man just owned me, and we haven’t removed a stitch of clothing.

“Oh, Jesus.”

“You might be calling for him tonight, but I assure you the pleasure won’t kill you.” His voice is strained like the skin around his eyes and mouth. The control he’s exorcising is tantalizing. I haven’t even come fully down, and I’m already tingling and creaming myself. Still, I’ve always been the type to give as good as I get. I scoot back on his legs.

“I think we’re both wearing too many clothes, don’t you?” I skim the edge of his shirt, teasing his flat belly with my nails.

“Oh, I agree.”

I pull his shirt up, and he raises his arm, allowing me to pull it over his head and toss it behind me. I run my hands over the hard chest sprinkled lightly with hair. The scar tissue reminds me of all I could’ve lost. Bending down, I kiss it gently. His muscles tense, but he allows me to caress the area with my tongue. I pinch his opposite nipples and scrape the one nearest to me with my tongue.

He moans. I suck the stiff bud, soothing the sensitive area I’ve abused. He tugs my hair, and I peer up at him grinning as I release him.

“Naughty minx. When I come, it won’t be in my pants. That first time was for you. Your clothes need to come off now before I rip them.” He grips my shirt and pulls it up and over my head. After tossing it aside, he deftly removes my bra with one hand. He cups my breasts, massaging them as he pulls down on my nipples. Unable to sit still, I squirm in his lap. He pushes them together and flicks my nipples with his heated tongue. Liquid heat spills between my legs.

“I could worship you all night, but right now I’m dying to be inside that tight little pussy of yours in the worst way.”

Coming from anyone else his words would be crude. Instead, the filthy words light me up, like a match to gasoline. My stomach flips.

“Stand up.”

I climb off his lap and toe off my gym shoes, kicking them behind me. He pops my top button, unzips my jeans, and yanks them down my legs along with my black underwear. I grip his shoulder as I step out of the fabric.

“So damn beautiful.” His hot hands roam my body, leaving behind tiny flickering flames that ache to be extinguished. He cups my core, and I gasp.

“So wet.” He pats my pussy and my body jerks. “And responsive. Unbuckle me.”

Reaching down, I fumble with his brown leather belt. The buckle gives with a clink, and I unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. He springs forward, swollen, thick, and leaking a pearly white liquid. I circle his head and smear the warm liquid around.

He grunts. “Stop tempting me with those lips of yours. The only place this cock is going is inside of you.” I push his pants down, stroking his legs along the way. I stand, and he kicks them off. “Come here.”

He’s a siren calling me to him. “Are you ready for me?” He wraps his hot hand around my upper thigh and squeezes.

“So ready, Ollie.”

“Let’s check.” He slips two fingers inside of me and in a come hither gesture that makes my legs shake.

“Juicy, hot, and tight.” He pumps once, twice, and I bite my bottom lip and flex my muscles. He removes his fingers and sucks them in his mouth. I whimper. “So sweet.” He pats my pussy again. “You ready to ride me, sassy?”

“God, yes.”

“Then come here, baby.”

I climb onto his lap and grip his base. I stroke him once, slowly. He twitches, and I bring him to my entrance. This is the culmination of a dozen interrupted moments, confessions made at late hours, and a deep bond. We’ve had the right conversations. We’re both clean, and I’m on birth control. I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me. I lower onto him, moaning as he stretches me inch by inch.