“Maybe it was selfish of me in the theater, but I crave you giving yourself to me, Gia. All I want to do is drown myself in you,” Seth said roughly. Her neck prickled as he pressed his lips to her skin.
“I do give myself to you. Completely,” she said, her hands moving anxiously over his bare, muscular back. “Here and now, you have everything.”
He groaned roughly and pressed her closer to him, devouring her mouth. His hands moved down over her body, finding the hem of the short nightgown she wore. She lifted her hips slightly, and a moment later he broke their kiss while he whipped the garment over her head. Then his mouth was back, hot and consuming. His hand moved beneath her underwear, cupping her pussy warmly before he began to apply an ideal pressure and move in little circles. She moaned her pleasure into his mouth.
Suddenly he was breaking their kiss and pushing her onto her back. His shadow rose over her, and he pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet.
“Spread your thighs,” he ordered.
When she did, he moved between them on his knees. She saw his shadow lower, a frisson of excitement going through her. He swiped the tip of his warm tongue between her labia.
She cried out, her fingers delving into his thick, smooth hair. He nuzzled her with his nose as he slid his big hands beneath her ass, lifting her slightly to him . . . keeping her in place.
Then he proceeded to hold her at his mercy while he ate her.
After a moment, she shook in climax beneath his merciless tongue. He lapped up her juices like they were his due. He pushed his tongue high into her slit, and then applied a hard pressure on her clit with his lips, amplifying her climax, stretching it out masterfully. He sucked, and her desperate cries grew even wilder.
A moment later, she melted into the mattress, panting.
“That’s right,” she heard him say, licking her smooth labia in a manner that was both soothing and incendiary. “I’m addicted to your orgasms. I’m addicted to this sweet pussy.” She felt him pushing back her thighs, so that her hips rolled back. He held her legs over her body by pressing his forearm at the back of her knees. He immediately plunged his tongue into her slit and fucked her with it, his manner hungry and lewd and forceful.
“Oh God,” she moaned, rocking her hips against his mouth. He cupped her ass, holding her in place as he dipped his tongue into her pussy. Every once in a while, he’d focus on her clit, lashing it with a stiffened tongue, before he’d plunge into her again. Gia had no choice but to lie there and accept every ounce of dizzying pleasure he gave her. The moments were so intense, his desire for her so focused and strong, it was like he was trying to tell her something without words, pressing it into her, scoring it into her quivering flesh.
Her nails scraped against his head as she rapidly began to crest again to climax. “Hold on a moment,” he said.
She blinked in disorientation, because his heaven-sent mouth was suddenly gone, and her legs were falling as he scrambled on the mattress next to her. She heard what sounded like the bedside drawer open.
“Seth?” she asked shakily.
“I’m coming right back,” he said in tense voice.
He meant exactly that. A few seconds later, he’d again pushed his forearm behind her knees and rolled back her hips. She gasped when his tongue immediately was giving her clit a good, hard rub. She furrowed her fingers into his hair and keened. It felt so good.
“I’m going to come,” she mumbled after a moment, mindless with pleasure.
He cupped her bottom from below, his middle finger burrowing into the crack. Her eyes sprang wide when he penetrated her ass.
“Ohhh,” she cried out in shock when he began to finger-fuck her smoothly. He’d gotten the lubrication from the drawer. They’d left it there last night. He tongued her clit ruthlessly, shifting his face ever so subtly back and forth. His finger plunged into her ass at a brisk pace.
She screamed as a powerful climax slammed into her.
“I won’t make a habit of doing this twice in twenty-four hours,” she heard him say through the darkness and her haze of pleasure. “But I’ve wanted to be naked again inside you all day. All I can think about is coming deep inside you.”
She felt his hard cockhead press against her ass. Like last night, when he first pushed his cock into her, there was a flash of pain. She whimpered, pleasure and pain mingling. “Remember what I told you,” Seth said from above her. “Push back on my cock.” She did it and he slid deeper. “Ah, that’s good. Stay still a moment.”
When he’d entered her, she’d still been in the position she’d been in when he ate her so ruthlessly. Her hips were still
rolled back, but now Seth was in a kneeling position behind her, his back straight. He held one of her ankles in front of him, keeping her leg in the air as he began to pump, gently at first.
She moaned shakily, and this time, it wasn’t in pain. It felt so good. There was a darkness to his possession . . . a desperation, as if he knew their time together was reaching an end.
She couldn’t bear the thought. She reached, finding his hip, urging him with her hand.
“Harder,” she pled.
“Jesus, Gia,” he grated out. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her nails dug into his tensed buttock. “I’m asking for it. Fuck me hard.”