He lifted his head to meet my eyes, and I felt a shiver pass down my body. The way he looked at me—that was pure devotion. The animal need to give me pleasure. It wasn’t pretty. It was disarming, and it left me feeling vulnerable, even as my body tensed up in anticipation.
He swept my pants off my legs, letting his hand stream down towards my ankles. He tossed my pants aside and grabbed me by the hips so he could pull my legs down over the end of the bed. He ripped them open, got down on his knees, and dove his head down with a wicked, chilling snarl that slammed me in the gut.
The second his breath poured over my clit, blood rushed in, and the lakes became boiling seas, overtaking the land and passing through the barriers I’d struggled so hard to put up.
His tongue whipped out, and he dipped his head down and pulled it up my lips. He rested it on my clit, pulled it up, and I shuddered. The rain was pounding, slamming in, like a furious torrent as his tongue pressed in, through my lips and into my opening
He had a cocky grin when reached up and let his thumb stroke up and down my clit. He pressed in, stroking back and forth, then down through my opening. That tiny movement rolled through me like the ground itself shook. My mouth fell open.
The sea poured out, spewing sharp jolts of lightning through my entire body. There was no preparing for that rush. My lips trembled, and I cried out. He stood and rested his body above mine. His kisses fell in tiny, angelic whispers. His lips grazed mine and parted so I could dip my tongue through.
Just past his head, I could see his hips rising and falling, scraping the rough denim over my skin. He rested the shaft on my lips as his fingers walked down my arm, over my breast, and clamped down on my nipple.
I cried out and pressed his hips down harder, digging his bulge between my lips. I felt the head stroke my clit when he rose up. He parted his legs and rested his knees at my side. Then he sat up, and I remembered exactly why I was there.
There was no fighting this creature. He was nothing but muscle. All brute force and cunning, so beautiful that I had to reach up and pull my hand down his ridged stomach. I rested it on his bulge and grabbed onto the base of his cock.
I needed to feel it. I had to see the way he groaned as I moved my hand up over the shaft. I flicked the head, and he grunted. I needed more. I increased the tempo and listened as his breath moved faster and faster. His eyes flew into the back of his head.
He caught my hand and moved it aside, then thrust his hips forwards, closer to my mouth. I reached out to grab it, and he caught my hand. I tried the other, but he grabbed it by the wrist. I struggled and flailed my arms around, but he just laughed.
He dropped one hand, so I lunged for it, but he just brushed it aside.
“Come on!” I begged.
He shook his head and laughed in that deep, dark way that always gave me chills. Then his hand flew back, and he pinched my clit. The jolt sent my body rising as far as it could go. He moved his body forward and thrust his hips closer to my mouth.
I lunged my head forward, but he pulled back and pinched my clit again. He had me trapped, and he had something I wanted. He was loving it. I could see it in the way he smiled with his lip curled up over his canines.
“Do it!”
I reached out and thrashed around, doing everything I could to taste it, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. He drove me wild with his finger circling my clit. It drove into my opening, and he let it rest on my spot.
My legs trembled again, and the storm inside me grew. Water poured out as a soft, bubbling sigh left my lips. When I looked up, he unbuttoned his pants.
I could see the bush of hair and the base of his shaft peeking out. It jumped as he pulled his pants off the rest of the way. I’d never seen it so hard. The tip was a deep purple, and the shaft throbbed. I pulled my head up to reach it, but he pulled back and stood up.
“What are you doing?”
He stood back so I could see and began stroking his shaft while he slowly lifted his white polo shirt. He pulled it up, along the trail of fuzz that traveled up his stomach, over his belly button, and the ridges of his stomach.
No man could possibly have the body he had without dedicating himself to working out. Even then, he would’ve had to spend most of his life struggling to become the magnificent beast he was. There was no fat, no marks, just pure muscle.
He threw his shirt aside and stroked his shaft, up and down. My eyes stuck there, watching as he picked up speed.
I couldn’t believe just how big he was, how powerful he was. I’d never met anyone like him. He wasn’t just a man. He was everything men were supposed to be. Powerful, sexual creatures.
He laid down on the bed beside me. His fingers trailed down my arm, and his lips met mine. His lips were tender and warm, softer than silk, and I could feel him smiling. His hand moved down my side, sending out a sweet shiver, like a gust of wind that fell down my body and melded with the storm.
The storm outside was growing stronger. We cuddled up close together. His lips moved over mine, scraping, swishing back and forth, his tongue pressing in and out. The tip moved in, pulled out slowly, then back again, more this time.
His hand moved down my stomach in between us, and the rain pounded against the window, with tiny flickers of lightning. As the rain fell harder, his hand moved closer, and his tongue dove deeper.
His hand was almost there now. His fingers swept over my lips and rested on my clit, while he pulled his tongue over the ridges on my hard palate. Then he slipped it out, past my front teeth, and dug his finger through.
My sigh was caught by his kiss, and his arm pulling underneath my side while his finger pushed deep. The pressure added to the raging storm system, turning it into a hurricane. I could feel it spinning, spreading a tingling warmth over my stomach, spewing heat between my legs.
His finger pushed through deeper, hitting my spot over and over again. He pulled it out and pushed it in so fast that I could barely keep up. It was bliss, but it wasn’t his cock. His cock rested against the top of my thigh, and he moved his hips back and forth, pressing it against my stomach.