His Resolution – Kisses at Midnight

“Soon enough, my sweet Songbird. When my cock takes that cherry of yours, you’ll understand just how matched we are. But right now, I’m hungry for you. I’ve imagined how sweet you taste every second of every day and night since I kissed you in my ballroom.”

I reach up and grab the elastic of her panties from her hips, feeling the bones there as I tug them down and off her legs, bringing the fabric to my face to take a long draw of her scent before dropping them to the floor and shoving her knees apart with my hands.

She gasps at the power of my movements, but when she reaches down and slips a single finger between her glistening bare lips I know she’s baiting me.

I don’t waste any more time, climbing onto the bed to settle myself between her legs and taking the first long slow lick from down low, all the way up to her clit as her moans fill the bedroom and her hips rise to move against my face.

She’s already sticky with her honey, and as my mouth works her clit I look up to see her watching me, the lust in her eyes nearly more than I can stand.

I latch onto her cunt, sucking down her juice as I slip my tongue into her drenched opening, feeling the resistance there and knowing soon enough my cock will tear through that cherry, making her mine forever.

Another need wells up inside of me, something I’ve never felt before, and it’s overwhelming me as I dry hump the bed, sucking on her clit as I listen to the sounds she makes with each move of my mouth.

I need to mark her flesh. The thought consumes me as I grip her thighs and pull her legs as far apart as they will go, flicking and sucking her clit until her hands find my head, pulling at my hair as she grinds against my face, twisting and arching off the bed, her body beginning to shudder.

I’m a beast. I’ll never get enough. She shakes and drenches my face and beard as I swallow down every drop of her release, my own hips rubbing my cock against the bedding, searching for relief from the pressure that’s been building inside of me for days.

“More.” I growl into her as her body trembles and she tries to push my head from her too sensitive flesh. “More…”

“No, wait!” She pleads as the need to mark her becomes impossible to resist a second longer.

I turn my face, taking the soft flesh of her inner thigh between my teeth, biting down, listening to her yelp and writhe as she tries to get away from me. I turn my head again, doing the same on the other side, only this time her cunt releases another round of cream against the side of my face and I know from this day forward she will belong to me.

Utterly and completely.

I want it all and I can settle for nothing less.

“Cum for me again.” I order as I return to sucking on her clit, fucking my tongue into her opening, and before long she gives me what I need, screaming my name as she kicks her legs, slapping at my head, twisting her body, trying to get away…but I keep her cunt plastered against my face until she’s a panting, soaking mess, spent and breathless in front of me.

As I release her thighs, I look down to see the purple marks rising there, and the animal in me wants to mark her every day, from this day on, so every other fuck knows she’s taken and no one will ever touch her but me.

I gather her in my arms, pulling us both up onto the pillows, dragging the bedding back as I go. Her hot skin is cooling quickly in the air of the small bedroom, goose-pimples rising on her soft skin.

I strip down, needing her flesh against mine, knowing it’s not time for me to take her completely yet but unable to not be against her in this more intimate way.

Pulling her back to my chest, I whisper soothing sweetness into her ear as she comes down from her orgasms, wanting to hold her as she sleeps almost as much as my greedy hard-on wants to fuck her.

We lie quietly, and I know when I take her, I want it to be because we are both ready. I don’t want a fuck. I want to make love to her. I want her to be sure. To know I’m as much hers as she is mine.

I turn her toward me, coming up on my elbow to kiss her lips, and find her already half asleep.

“I’m feeling so tired.” Her words are thick, slurred, and her body melts, her eyes fluttering like she’s drunk, not just tired.