Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

One of his hands roamed up from my hip and pressed against my chest, forcing me back down. Then he reached under me, lifting me up by my butt. He positioned my legs over his shoulders and pressed his face into me.

From there, he really went to town.

Over the past few weeks, Brett had gotten to know me down there in a very intimate, almost spiritual way. In fact, I think he was more familiar with my pussy than the rest of my body. He was probably familiar with it even more than I was. He certainly played with it more often.

But this was a first. I’d never had him position me in such a way where he could just shove his face up against me and lick and suck on me with pure abandon. And I had never been in the position where I could completely let go, and not have to worry about some passerby overhearing me moan or crying out.

And even if there were people around at that moment, I knew for certain I wouldn’t have been able to hold back. What Brett was doing to me was straight up insane. One moment his tongue was pressing hard into my clit and the next he was working his tongue back and forth, hungrily lapping up my juices. I was completely thrown off guard. I couldn’t anticipate what was coming next. I couldn’t prepare myself or guard myself against coming too soon.

My thighs squeezed around his head and it was all I could do to keep myself from ripping chunks of his hair out.

His tongue dipped inside me and I cried out. He quickly grew tired of that though and then his mouth was back at torturing my clit. Pressure built inside me. And with each suck, each swirl and lap, I was closer and closer to my release. Then he sucked my clit hard and clamped it gently between his teeth.

That was the end of me.

He murmured his encouragement as I lost it, jerking my hips and my sex spasming with a warm gush.

“Oh god, I love you,” I whimpered as I twitched and came back down from orgasmic heaven.

Brett’s head popped up and he gently removed my legs from his shoulders. Then he crawled up me and held himself above me.

“You got a little something…” I smirked and reached up, wiping my thumb against the corner of his mouth. “There.”

Brett grinned and then his head lowered down. He nuzzled his face against my cheek before pressing his lips against my lips. He kissed me slowly, languidly, as if we had all the time in the world.

When his head popped back up, I was warm and fuzzy again until he told me, “I love you too.”

I felt thunderstruck. That was the last thing I expected to pop out of his mouth. I stared up at him, wide-eyed and unable to pull in air. Brett loved me? Me? I was the luckiest girl in the world.

“You do?” I asked, just to be sure I just wasn’t having some kind of post-orgasm hallucination.

Brett nodded, his stare all intense and serious. And it was right there, in his eyes. How long had it been there?

Something inside me melted and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck so I could pull him back down. I kissed him good and hard and for so long he came up gasping for air.

“Mandy,” he groaned and my arms unwrapped before my hands slipped their way down.

“Remove your pants,” I urged him and arched my back up. I was ready. I wanted his naked skin against my skin.

Brett groaned again and stiffened above me as I reached his jeans and began to unbutton them.

“Are you sure?” he asked just as I pushed the button through the hole.

I nodded my head eagerly and yanked down his zipper. “I’ve never been more sure.”

To prove my point, I reached inside his pants and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft.

He jerked above me. “Fuck. If you keep that up we won’t get my pants off.”

My hand paused mid-stroke and I bit my lip with indecision. Ultimately, I decided I rather not get him off with my hand so I helped him pull down his pants instead. Once his pants were gone, tossed off to the side to join my clothes on the floor, he nudged at my knees and I spread them open.

Brett settled himself between my legs and there was something terribly exciting about his warm weight coming down on top of me. It just felt right, and I would have never in a million years have guessed I would get turned on just by being beneath him.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he told me softly before kissing me.

I felt myself sinking into the mattress as his lips brushed across my lips and his weight settled above me. He was so big I was afraid I’d feel squished beneath him, but all I felt was the rightness of it. His chest pressed down on my breasts. My nipples puckered and tightened.

His erection poked my thigh and my heart leapt at the contact. Then I felt him reaching between us, taking himself in his hand. A bit of wetness was left on my thigh as he adjusted himself until the head of his cock was poking at my entrance.