May Contain Wine (SWAT Generation 2.0 5)

I looked down at him, unaware that my eyes had focused blankly on the ceiling, and saw his eyes on me.

Then, eyes connected, he watched me watch him plunge his tongue into my entrance.

I licked my lips, unable to look away.

Jesus, that was hot.

His beard was rubbing me perfectly, and his nose was situated in just the right place so that it brushed my clit with every swipe of his tongue.

I squirmed under his gaze, unable to stop myself from climbing higher and higher.

Though, that was exactly what he wanted.

He watched as my nipples pebbled, goosebumps rose over my belly, breasts, and neck. Then a flush started at the tips of my breasts and worked its way up to my cheeks.

Seconds later, when I felt like I couldn’t take one more thrust of his tongue, he brought his hand up and shoved three fingers straight into my pussy.

My gaze lost his as my back bowed.

My orgasm slammed into me so hard that I couldn’t hold on to my legs any longer. They slammed down hard on his head, holding him there as my orgasm overtook me.

Though, once again, Louis easily showed me who was definitely the stronger one in the relationship, because seconds later, he had my legs from around his head, and he was spreading them wide.

Moments after that, he was following through with his body and settling himself between my thighs.

And just as the last dregs of my orgasm started to wane from me, he thrust inside of me hard.

One second I was achingly empty, and the next, I was overly full.

My breasts jerked. My hands clenched onto his sides, my fingernails digging into the sensitive skin, and my voice cracked as an ear-piercing scream of ecstasy left my throat.

His chuckle followed his rough entrance.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he growled.

I was too stunned at the way my orgasm had once again come back with a vengeance, though.

Just when I thought that it was gone, the feeling of utter euphoria was back.

My pussy clenched down hard on his cock as waves of excitement once again poured through me.

His rough thrusts continued to pound into me through the waves. But he never let me come down. Just as quickly as it waned, the feeling started to build again.

The rough slap-slap of our bodies hitting each other filled the quiet room, along with our rough breathing.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his mouth coming down onto mine for a short, hard kiss. “You tighten around me so perfectly.”

I thought it might be impossible not to tighten around him.

I mean, he was literally that big.

Which I told him in the next instant.

“You’re very big,” I told him breathlessly. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

He chuckled against my lips. “Pretty words.”

I lifted my hand up to fist in his hair. “True words.”

His thrusts became rougher, faster.

“Maybe,” he murmured, taking one of my legs and folding it up to pin against my side.

The new angle had me seeing stars, and that impending feeling of elation start to get closer and closer.

“That’s it,” he said, going up to one hand and looking down the length of my body, watching where we were connected. “God, your pussy looks obscene stretched so wide for my cock.”

It did.

It also looked like I was stretched to the limits.

“Wish I could video this,” he said. “Get to look at it any time that I wanted.”

A wave of naughty desire rolled through me.

I’d never thought about videoing anything when it came to sex, but the thought of Louis watching it because he wanted to see me? That turned me on.

Not that I would ever admit that.

“You like the idea of that, don’t you?” he growled, his cock sliding in and out of me, much slower now. As if he was relishing in the way that I felt. “Fuck yeah, you do.”

“H-how do you know?” I asked.

He moved back so that he was on his haunches, lifting my lower body up off the bed so that he could keep fucking me without changing the angle.

“Because I just felt how wet you got,” he told me bluntly. “Feel where we’re connected.”

When I moved too slow, he let go of one hip and caught my hand, placing it over my sex. My fingers went to either side of his cock, and oh, boy, did I feel where we were connected.

It was the single hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

Not because of what I was feeling with my hand, but because of what Louis was making me feel with my heart.

I felt wanted and needed, desired and appreciated. And as he moved his hips, I realized that he wasn’t even done.

He was cherishing every single moment. Like if he didn’t, things would change and he’d need to remember this moment.