This Cruel Love

He stroked his hands over my breasts and down my body. The tickle of his fingers as he grazed the hem of my dress made me suck in a breath through my teeth. He yanked the hem up and over my body, and I arched my back to help him rid me of the extra material that I didn’t want between us.

“So beautiful.”

I reached down between us to open the button of his trousers, but he pushed my hand away and held it up over my head. Then he took hold of my other arm and put it in place with the first.

“Your turn first. This is all about you.”

I wasn’t going to argue, having this beautiful man pressing down

on me, pushing me into the mattress was no hardship. Having him worship me like this felt beyond heavenly. Sexily sinful and oh so necessary after the raw truths we’d just faced. We needed this to cement our bond of love. To heal the gaping wounds that’d been created today.

He ran his hands up and down my side with feather-like caresses before reaching around to unhook my bra and peel it down my arms. He brushed his thumb gently around the swell of one of my breasts, then ran it over my nipple, watching in fascination as it budded painfully under his touch. I gasped as he licked over my nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue over the top then round and round. I pushed my chest forward and into him, wanting more, and he chuckled at my eagerness. His other hand stroked my other breast in soft, intimate massages. Then he pulled his head back, and my nipple popped out of his mouth. He blew lightly on it, then licked across to the other nipple and gave it the same delicious treatment. I groaned and ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him tightly as my need grew more frantic. He had the most wickedly talented mouth and tongue, and as much as I enjoyed having him lavish my breasts with all the attention he was giving them, I needed him somewhere else. Somewhere way more sensitive and erotic.

As if sensing my urgency, he trailed kisses down my stomach and across my hips. I pushed my hips forward eagerly, awaiting his next touch, caress, lick, and suck.

He sat back on his heels, his hair all mussed and his face alive with lust and want.

“Spread those legs wide for me, baby. Let me see what’s mine,” he said, watching as I pushed my knees wide and let them fall either side of my body.

“Stunning.”

He was staring right at my pussy, drinking in every inch. But he didn’t touch me. Instead, he picked up my leg and kissed my ankle. Then, he ran his tongue along my calf, nibbling behind my knee when he reached it. I was desperate for him, and he was loving teasing me, torturing me into a lustful oblivion.

“Please,” I begged, but he didn’t listen.

He kissed slowly and seductively along the inside of my thigh, edging ever closer to his goal, but not quite getting there. When he was close, I held my breath, ready for that first earth-shattering connection, but he pulled back and lifted my other leg. Kissing, nibbling and licking up and up until the anticipation became too much.

“For fuck’s sake, Jackson,” I moaned, and he smiled up at me with an evil glint in his eye. Then with one wicked, enticingly long lick, he finally tasted me.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, crying out his name.

He flicked his tongue gently over my clit, and I circled my hips, desperate to begin that delicious climb into sexual insanity. He used his fingers to part my folds and give me pointed licks, darting his tongue in that expert way of his. He nibbled then flicked across my clit, changing the tempo to the exact rhythm I loved. He could play my body better than any instrument. Piano might’ve been his forte, but with me he was a fucking maestro.

“You taste so sweet, angel. I could die a happy man buried in between your legs.”

I’d happily die with his head in between my legs. In fact, I felt like I was drifting into another dimension as it was.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, and wantonly ground my pussy onto his face.

He held my hips still, pushing me into the bed with his hands on either side of me. Then he licked harder, firmer over my clit and along my folds. He dipped his tongue into my pussy, pushing and stretching me and sucking hungrily.

“You’re so wet, angel.”

He let one of his arms slide free and pushed two fingers inside me. I groaned at the feel of him filling me like that, and rubbing the walls of my pussy, stroking my sweet spot and making my body buck involuntarily. Then he leant down and recommenced licking, sucking, and flickering over my clit with his tongue, as his fingers worked their magic.

I was lost, totally consumed by the impending orgasm he was coaxing out of me. I gripped his hair tight as I rocked against him and felt that familiar itch and burn as my bundle of nerves unravelled.

“I’m so close.”

I closed my eyes, only able to focus on him, on how he was making me feel.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my face. Let me feel you come on my tongue. That’s it, angel.”

He upped the tempo and changed the pressure until he had me right where he wanted me, and I was exploding and spasming all over him, my pussy clenching his fingers, my clit throbbing and convulsing against his tongue as he moaned. The vibrations of his mouth made my orgasm stronger, and the way he rubbed my most sensitive spot on my clit and inside me had my body trembling. The only sounds I could muster were cries and grunts of pure pleasure. My whole body was just a bag of nerves, totally under his expert control and rapidly slipping into a sex coma of contentment.

I heard the jangle and rustle of his trousers as he undid his zip and relieved himself of his last few items of clothing. Then he was looming over me, his thick, hard cock pressing against my pussy and his hands either side of my head as he panted over me.

“Look at me,” he said and then rested onto his elbows.