“You need to stop fighting your mind,” he whispers seductively against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine, “and listen to your body. Your heat and instinctual responses have already betrayed you, sweetheart. You want this.”
“Please,” I cry as he continues his assault on my senses, softly kissing me behind my ear, making my breaths come in short pants. I have an innate desire to run my hands all over his body to feel every hard muscle he owns.
He pulls his head back, and I think he’s stopping. I open an eye to look at him, and he shakes his head. “Mmnn, you are beautiful. Did you know that?” His eyes sparkle with lust, and he begins to gently rock his hips into me. The sensation of his rough denim rubbing at the opening of my core and over my clit sends a mass of butterflies into flight inside my stomach. I’m angry at myself for feeling so aroused, and I’m furious that his words are spot-on.
“Fuck off!” I scream, trying to buck him off, but it only serves to seat his cock further between my open folds.
“Oh, yes, baby, we will fuck off all right.” He dips his head back down to my ear and snakes his tongue just along the outer edge, sending goose bumps down my neck. A moan escapes from my lips.
“You like that?” he asks in a flirtatious whisper against my ear. He circles his hips once, twice, and again, creating a new sensation against my center. “I think you want it rough and dirty.”
I whimper, trying to fight this feeling of desire. I move my head to the other side, but there is no escape. He follows my movement and gains new territory, snaking his tongue out and sliding it along the column of my exposed neck. Trailing behind his tongue is a raging fire that consumes me whole. “I can feel your pulse accelerating...here,” he whispers as his wet tongue and soft lips encircle and suck at my beating artery underneath my tingling skin. His powerful hips continue to rock against mine, and God help me, it feels rapturous.
I can feel liquid seeping from my opening. The feel of his weight, his kisses, his cock, his voice—they all have me in a tailspin. I have never felt so turned on and yet so confused at the same time. My resolve has left the building, and I find myself relaxing into the table, allowing Travis to mold into me. I respond to him, panting with desire and letting him take over. The front of his jeans are soaked; I can feel it.
“My dick feels good, doesn’t it?” He lets out a low groan. “I love the way your wet pussy is begging for my hard cock.”
Before I know it, his lips have left my neck and I find his mouth closing over mine, claiming me. My body is trembling all over, and I’m lost in a torrential downpour of lust.
His tongue gently slips in and out between my lips, and I can no longer take the teasing, gentle kisses. I open my mouth wider, and I lift my head to forcefully take over the kiss in a blind passion. He groans as I work my tongue in long strokes over his. The electricity that sparks through my body from the taste of this virile man has made me lose all reason; I want him, all of him.
He begins moving his tongue in tandem with his hips, thrusting it into my mouth. My arms being pinned above me only adds to the erotic experience. I can feel something building inside me. I’m losing more and more control with each slip of his tongue. “Take it, baby, and just feel me,” he groans against my lips.
I do feel him; his hardness behind his zipper pushes just slightly into my entrance, begging to be inside me. I feel heat spreading through my core, and God, how I want to feel him inside my body. He knows I’m growing desperate for a release when my own hips start grinding my drenched heat against his bulge. He changes his hold on my wrists, trapping me with one hand to free the other to roam down over my breast. His large hand begins twisting and pulling at my erect nipple. My back arches, pushing my chest into his touch, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I make a feral sound into his mouth, his touch awakening a sleeping beast. His relentless rhythm is overwhelming, and it’s creating animalistic urges within me.
“Oh, God, you are fuckin’ amazing,” he groans. Holy hell, is this what it feels like to burn with passion? My body is taken over by instincts. My hips thrust mindlessly toward his, trying to increase the friction. I want more, and I’m on fire from feeling his swollen cock and his hard muscles work and flex over my body. A deep moan escapes from me again. My sex is screaming for something more, my movements becoming increasingly frantic.