No One But You

She was so fucking beautiful with her big blue eyes that were made bluer by her rose blushed cheeks. Her lips swollen and red from all the worrying she’d done with her teeth.

I wanted to devour her in every single way. I wanted to kiss and lick every single square inch of her skin. I couldn’t love her anymore if I tried. If I wanted her anymore, I’d go insane.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” She tilted her head to give me more access as I kissed up the side of her neck. Her skin pimpling at my words.

“So you keep telling me.” She breathed out as I pulled her nightie off. Her arms straightening above her head.

“And I won’t ever stop telling you, Quincy. You’re the most incredibly wonderful and fascinating, exquisite thing I’ve ever laid my eyes and my fingers on.” She gasped as I kissed the spot behind her ear, right on top of her jugular. My tongue laving at her sensitive skin as my hands travelled down her back to her arse cheeks. Her hands entwined in my hair as she guided my mouth down to her breasts.

The taste of her skin was so addictive. The more I got of it the more I wanted. It was sweet and salty and addictive. Mouth-watering.

I could feel her squeezing her thighs together as my cock rubbed against them. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I sucked and nipped at her nipples. She loved it. The harder I sucked or bit down the more she struggled to keep her moans in check. It was thrilling and the more she moaned the more aroused I got. My blood felt like lava running through my veins, and I could just blow right fucking there and then from the feel and heat of her.

I wanted to get under her skin. I wanted to make her feel everything she made me feel. The deeper my fingers dug into her plump arse cheeks the harder she pressed my face to her boobs, her back bending as her head fell back. It was such a satisfying thing to feel her bend under my touch and my will, and yet I couldn’t control the urge to shatter and break her. I wanted to push and push until she had no choice but to let go and fall. I didn’t even want her to fall, I wanted her to willingly leap…jump, with the knowledge that I’d be there to catch her and put her back together.

I swear to God my dick was weeping for her. Quite literally. That’s how desperate she made me. I was on the verge of blowing all over her, and as fucking hot as that was, I wanted inside of her. I wanted to feel her come undone on me and under me. I wanted to empty every bit of myself inside of her and I wanted her to ask, gasp and beg for more.

Her hands dropped to my waist as I licked and kissed up her sternum to the base of her neck before I turned her around to face the padded taffeta headboard. Her back to my front. My cock slipping between her legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet.” I could barely make out my own voice above my racing heart echoing in my ears.

Her head rolled back onto my shoulder as she guided my hands to where she needed them. “I was ready to come just from the way you were mauling my tits.”

That was it—control. Gone.

She bent over in front of me. My fingers trailing up from the front of her wet underwear to the strapping just above her arse crease. Talk about a photo moment.

I wanted to fuck her hard and love her softly at the same time. I wanted to fix her and tear her apart, and I had no idea how to do it. What order to do it in. I just knew that it was what every part of me was screaming to do to every part of her.

My pulse raced through me making me unable to contain myself.

I desperately wanted to take a deep breath and take my time, but I couldn’t. It was too late for slow. I was too pumped up for soft.

Quincy

I could swear my skin was on fire, and not just any fire. I felt ablaze like a dry forest fire scorching every square inch of my skin, flesh and bones. I was so hot that my skin felt like it was shrinking on me. My muscles and bones and all the cells that made me felt like too much to contain. And the electric crackling and hissing coming from every single one of Jamie’s touches was making me feel like my sweat dampened body was rolling around on a bed of popping candy.

Hiss, fizz, crackle and POP!

His fingers rolled my lingerie down my thighs quickly, before his nails raked all the way back up my thighs to my bum. His fingertips pressing and kneading my flesh as his dick traced up and down my pussy.

I could scream.

His gaze burned trails up and down my back. His hands splaying across my lower back as his thumbs carefully climbed up every rung of my spine. My arms giving out as I fell onto my elbows. The way his breath caught breaking me out into goose bumps.

My toes curled as his tongue followed his fingers up my spine all the way from the base to my nape. His body caging me in under him.

Just fucking breathe. Don’t pass out. Please, don’t pass out. Breathe!

Why were my lungs fighting me?

He kissed and nipped up my neck to my ear. His heavy breathing making my own even more difficult. I wanted his touch as erratic and frenzied as his uncontrollable breaths.

“You need to tell me if I go too far.” He rasped in my ear. The roots of my hair aching with the current thrumming through my body and over my skin. “I can’t go slow, baby, and I can’t be gentle.”

I couldn’t even nod. Was I nodding or was I shaking my head? I could only feel my hair follicles complain as my hair danced about my face.

“All you have to do is say stop and I will.”