His Terms

And then Rian was moving lower, and the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive pussy lips sent shockwaves of desire through her.

“This is real, Sorcha. Right here and now, all of this is me wanting you because I want you.” He kissed her inner thighs, ran his tongue over her skin, and she clenched her hands in the sheets. “You’re so hot and wet for me. Tell me you want my mouth on your sweet little pussy.”

She knew she wanted to tell him those exact words but was unable to speak.

“Tell me, Sorcha. Tell me how you want my tongue sliding along your pretty cunt, and then me sucking your hard little clit into my mouth.”

His erotic words were like a scorching poker to her clit. She made a small noise, his hot breath wafting over her vagina and causing lust to slam into her hard and demanding. “Yes, Rian.” She arched her neck when he ran his tongue on her slit. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please be with me.” Every muscle in her body was strung tight, ready to explode. She gasped at the feel of his tongue running circles along her pussy hole, slowly dipping inside of her, and of him rubbing his finger back and forth on her clit. He opened his mouth wide and licked and sucked on her, and then moved his mouth to her clit.

He sucked on her, and hummed around her until she was arching her back and moaning softly. She went to run her hands over his shoulders, but he groaned deeply, stopping her.

She looked at him, blinking a few times as the pleasure continued to thrum through her. His head was back slightly, and the dominance was clear on his face. He stuck his tongue out and moved it in small circles around her clit, all the while keeping his gaze on her.

He moved his tongue around her clit, moving lower until he was once against thrusting the muscle lightly into her hole and bringing her closer to an orgasm.

“You taste so good, baby.” His lips glistened with her arousal, and instead of finishing eating her out he moved up the length of her body and kissed her. He forced his tongue in her mouth, making her taste herself. She moaned when he began a slow grind against her.

He didn’t wear a condom, and the hot, stiff length of him pressed right between her slit. She found herself thrusting her hips up to meet his. Their rhythm was in sync, and as the seconds ticked by, their kiss deepened and the grinding pressure increased. He broke the kiss, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and started pumping his dick against her harder and faster.

“You don’t know how hard I’m refraining from shoving my dick right into you, but I want to do this slow, Sorcha.”

She turned her head toward him. His expression was strained, his bone structure seeming more pronounced when he slowed the onslaught of his cock against her wet pussy. She wanted him so bad that she could taste it, could feel it with everything that she was.

“Just be with me. Let’s forget about everything else except right now, Rian.” The things she had done and said tonight surprised her.

He groaned and buried his head in her hair again.

“We’ll start out slow, Sorcha, because that’s what I want, too.” His skin was so hot that she felt as if she were the one burning alive. The hair on his legs rubbed against her smooth ones, tormenting her and driving her crazy with hunger. He was so hard and muscular, his body like a rock, so powerful and dangerous.

She gasped as his shaft rubbed up and down on her cleft, his movements easy, but clearly getting more frantic with each passing second. He was fueling the fire inside of her, teasing her to the very brink without even penetrating her yet. He had his lips on her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh all the while continuing to pump against her.

She was saturated, so wet that she could feel her juices leaking out and coating her entrance, lubricating her pussy hole so that Rian would have no trouble sliding in. Sorcha wanted him inside of her so badly that she started lifting her hips slightly, pushing against him. Identical groans left both of them.

“Please, Rian.”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” His voice was a husky whisper moving over her throat.

“I want you—need you to be inside of me.”

He let out a muffled sound of pleasure, and reached between them to take hold of his cock and place the tip at her entrance. The bulbous head prodded at her hole, wanting entrance. She was more than willing to accept him. The fire burned brightly inside of her, and she ran her tongue along his jawline. His skin tasted spicy yet sweet, salty and bold. It was a heady flavor on her tongue. Her nipples were hard and extended, rubbing along his chest, and growing even more erect from the friction and her lust.