I was vaguely aware of the cold air, making my skin goosebump, as he led me up the stairs.
But the next thing I was truly fully aware of was my back hitting a mattress, Pagan curled forward with me, lips never leaving mine from the moment we got out of the hot tub.
He pulled against my hold and, finding no way I was going to release him, changed tactics and moved his lips down my neck, his stubble creating a fire on my skin, making me angle my head away to allow him better access and releasing his shoulders. Free, he rubbed the scruff over my nipples, the sensation foreign and a strange pain and pleasure mix, before his tongue moved between my breasts and worked a line downward.
"You don't have to..." I started, reaching for the back of his head.
His head angled up at the lowest point of my belly, his brow raised like something I said was completely moronic. "Have to?" he asked, shaking his head. "Fucking want to. I'm gonna eat this fucking pussy until you're about to tear my goddamn sheets. Then and only then do you get to have my cock."
It was said like a promise, like a vow.
Then his head ducked, and I realized he meant every single syllable of each word.
He didn't tease when he went down; he freaking devoured. He truly fed on me, making my system press toward the edge faster than I had ever been brought before.
And, sensing it, he leaned upward, watching me for a long minute.
"Touch your pussy," he demanded, making me jolt slightly out of the fog of near-orgasmness.
"What?"
"Touch your pussy," he repeated, reaching for his soaked boxer briefs and dragging them off. "I want to watch you sink your finger into that wet cunt of yours."
Maybe it was the shock of the words, sure I had never heard a man refer to it as that before, and maybe enjoying it a bit more than I should have, but my hand moved down my body and slipped between my thighs, finding my clit for a long minute before a finger slipped downward and inside me.
"Fuuuuck," he growled, throwing his head back and looking at the ceiling for a second. "Keep going," he demanded as he moved off to the side of the bed. I heard a drawer and the crinkle of a condom before I heard him moving back toward me, taking a stand at the same place he had been a moment before, his cock in his hand, a silly blue color, but promising fulfillment as he stroked it once watching me finger myself.
Then he reached down, grabbing my wrist, and dragging it upward. My wet fingers slipped between his lips, and he closed them, his tongue stroking the taste of me off my fingers as he let out a growl.
Then he pulled them back down, giving them a seemingly uncharacteristically sweet squeeze before pressing it back down on the mattress. His fingers traced up my thighs then down my legs, grabbing my ankles and yanking up, letting my bare feet meet the warm skin of his chest. He pressed forward, making my knees go closer to my chest as he reached between us, grabbing his cock at the base and rubbing it between my folds for a long moment before running a circle over my clit.
And just as I was adjusting to that sensation, his cock slammed into me- hard, deep, to the hilt with one smooth motion.
"Ow," I whimpered at the slight burning sensation, my body not used to accommodating someone anywhere near his size.
"So fucking tight," he growled, closing his eyes for a second.
So big was more like it, but I was busy deep breathing for a second, forcing my body to relax so I could enjoy the invasion, finding the pressure of him deeper than I had ever felt before.
"You with me?" his voice asked, huskier than it had been before, needy, sexier than any sound I think I had ever heard in my life.
It was then I realized my eyes were closed tight and I forced them to flutter open, seeing his intense gaze on me, waiting, but desperate.
And as if to give him an answer, my sex tightened hard around him.
"Fuck yeah you are," he said with a devilish little smirk as his hands grabbed my knees, his hips moved back, and I lost almost the full length of him for a long second before he slammed back in. Not fast, but hard.
There was still an ache, but it was buried under the surging desire, the demanding need for release.
As if sensing the urge, or maybe feeling an akin one himself, his hands left my knees, reaching forward and grabbing my breasts hard as he started fucking me- fast, controlled, relentless, not giving me even a second to have the orgasm ebb.