Restless Spirits

“So good.”

“You ready for more?”

“I was born ready,” she challenged.

He pulled out, fighting the suction of her body that begged him to stay. Her walls flexed, protesting his retreat.

“Damn, you’re so tight.” He pushed back in with two fingers, and she gasped. Longer and thicker than her own, his reached different spots. He began a gentle pace. She rocked with him, bringing her hands up to encircle his neck.

“That’s it, baby. Enjoy this moment. It’s all for you.” She rolled her hips, cursing the confines of her jeans. The languid speed brought her higher and higher. Her body went stiff. A tremor ran through her body. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers.

“Come for me, all over my fingers.” His husky encouragement pulled the trigger, and she let go.

“Pierce.” The world faded to white as the haze of passion overcame her.

“Lift your hips, baby.” His words registered on the edge of her consciousness, and she obeyed. Cool air licked at her heated skin. She hummed. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she moaned at the sight of the bronze Roman god in front of her. Pierce tossed her jeans to the ground. Muscles rippled in his arms and chest. Stripped down to his black boxer briefs, he was a feast for the eyes. Lean and stealthy, like a panther, he stalked over to the bed.

“You back with me?”

“Yeah. I’ve never had that happen before.” She laughed, embarrassed.

“You keep stroking my ego, and my head won’t fit through the door.” He massaged her thighs as he slid between her legs and bent to nip at her belly. His teeth tugged her skin, and she moaned, spearing her fingers through his baby-fine hair. He worked the top up her body. She lifted her arms to help him, and seconds later it joined the pile at the end of the bed. He cupped her breasts.

“Damn. You know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on these, D?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

He chuckled. “I like that, using my own words against me.” He licked a path down her cleavage, and she moaned. Senses overwhelmed, she deferred to his lead. He had who knew how long to plan exactly what he wanted to do. And damn, was he doing it! The latch on the back of her bra gave, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. He pulled the bra down the opposite arm, pulling back only to rip the barrier away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pinched her left nipple. She scraped her nails down his back and explored his supple skin with her fingertips on her journey back up to his nape. The rumbling in his chest told her he liked the nail play. She pressed harder, and he released her breast to capture her lips. They ate at each other’s mouths, nipping and sucking as their teeth knocked. Hunger unlike any she’d ever experienced exploded, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles as she rolled them over.

Astride his hips, she rubbed against the thick dick that strained against his briefs.

“You can’t have all the fun.”

His eyes darkened, and he gripped her hi

ps.

“Oh, I’m happy to let you take over.” He thrust up, and she mewled. “Are you going to ride me?”

She nodded. “Until you come.”

“Jesus.” His licked his lips, and she grinned, reaching down to smooth her hands over the six-pack. His muscles jerked under her palm, and she continued her hip swivel. She tweaked his nipples. He bucked his hips. “I think we’re wearing too many clothes.” She moved down his legs and stood at the end of the bed. Careful to take her time, she peeled her underwear down her legs. Propped on his elbows, he burned her with his intense gaze.

Her core throbbed, and her swollen breasts and clit begged for satisfaction. She sashayed over to the bed and bent, hooking her thumbs into his waistband, and revealed his cock. Wide, long, and weeping precum from his red mushroom-shaped tip. Discarding the material, she gripped his base and sampled the creamy substance. She hummed, torn between teasing him ruthlessly and satisfying them both. She took him into her mouth and bobbed, once, twice, and released him with a pop.

“Condom?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Wallet on the nightstand.” She scrambled over to the stand, retrieved the golden square, and opened the foil and returned, slipping it over his length. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and he grunted. She knelt on the bed, and he gripped her thigh, pulling her up into his lap. She grasped his base and slid onto him. The burning stretch filled her with pleasure riding the thin line of pain.

“Pierce.”

“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” She wiggled her hips, working her way down, and he sat up, latching on to a breast. The feel of his teeth on her sensitive peak and his massive cock reshaping her insides to fit him plunged her into a river of lust. His strong arms wrapped around her back. They moved together in a wild frenzy, creating friction as he drove deep. The slap of skin and the scent of their mingled juices as they came together were a dark seduction. His fingers bit into her flesh, and she leaned back, lining him up with the tiny bundle of nerves that made colors burst behind her lids. The pressure built up, and the wave swelled.

“Gonna come,” she managed to say between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, yes, D. Do it.” He pounded into her, and she clamped down on him like a vise. He gave a primal roar as he flooded the condom with heated liquid. Exhausted and fully sated, she collapsed onto his chest, inhaling the scent of salt and male. The feel of his fingers trailing down her back lulled her into a light sleep as she focused on the syncing of their hearts and the rise and fall of his chest.