Intense

“Keep doing that,” I gasped, “and I’ll love you too.”

He smirked and kept sliding his fingers inside me, his tongue working my clit in furious circles.

I reached forward and grasped his hair, working my hips as he licked me. My whole body was tense with anticipation.

Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, we worked into a rhythm together. My orgasm crested and worked over me, sending my body into those amazing, convulsive spasms.

“Good girl,” he said. “Come for me.”

“Ah, Easton,” I moaned as the orgasm rolled through me.

Finally it passed.

That feeling never got old. It never, ever got old. The way he so powerfully took me, wanted me, and made me feel like that drove me wild.

I climbed down off the desk and into his lap again, resting my head on his chest. He kissed my neck gently, laughing to himself.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, breathless.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Come on, tell me.”

“It’s just that, you have no idea what’s coming for you later.”

I giggled. “What do you mean?”

“That was just a warm up.”

I nestled my head against him. “Good.”

And I knew he wasn’t lying. I knew he was still starving and always would be. I knew I wanted him too, as much as he wanted me.

It was just like that now. Our monsters were behind us, far, far away.

It was just Easton now, close, always close, for as long as I wanted.

THANK YOU!