“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He rains kisses down my spine, dropping to his knees behind me where he places his hands on my hips, pushing the rest my dress down so it pools at my feet.

He glides his fingers beneath the sides of my lacy white underwear, taking them off as well.

“Turn around.”

I find it impossible to ignore his command. There’s something in his tone of voice that I can’t deny. I also would be lying if I didn’t admit it’s hot as fuck seeing this side of him, like some part of himself he normally keeps leashed has been let loose.

“Put one of your legs over my shoulder.”

“Wha—”

I squeal when he grabs my leg for me, tossing it over his right shoulder. He spreads my other leg wider. I whimper, biting down on my lip. I’m completely exposed to him, vulnerable.

He nips at the inside of my leg before diving straight for my pussy.

“Oh my God!” My right hand squeezes his left shoulder.

He hums against me, his tongue sliding against my folds.

“Oh, holy shit.” My head hits the wall. “Don’t stop.” I squeeze his shoulder, my other hand yanking on his hair, trying to hold him in place even though he’s not trying to go anywhere. He sucks on my clit and a string of curse words comes flying out of my mouth as I roll my hips against his mouth.

His right arm is looped around my leg, but with his opposite hand he slides it up my body, grabbing my breast roughly between his fingers and squeezes. When he pinches my nipple the sensation of it goes straight to my core and my orgasm hits me hard. My whole body bows over his, shaking uncontrollably.

“Holy shit,” I

keep repeating over and over again until he’s in front of me again, silencing me with a tongue-dueling kiss.

He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me up to twine my legs around his waist. I rub myself against his erection straining against his sweatpants. I’m probably leaving a wet spot on the cotton material, but I don’t care, and from what I feel I don’t think he’s wearing underwear, so he’s probably very aware of how wet I am.

He walks me down the hall to his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. The wall shudders and something falls from his dresser, but neither of us stop kissing to take a look.

He lays me on the bed, standing between my legs with his head canted to the side. His jaw is rigid and he rubs at the heavy lining of scruff there. He stares at me, lying naked on his bed, my breasts aching for his touch, and the skin between my legs raw and red from the coarse brush of his stubble. He reaches down, placing his hand on the curve of my waist, studying the smooth planes of my stomach. He looks at me like I’m a feast spread out for only him, but I guess in a way, I kind of am.

I grab his hand, his eyes following my movements as I bring it to my lips. I kiss his fingers, watching as his eyes dilate. When I release his hand, he takes both, cupping them around my breasts like he’s measuring their weight or size in his big grasp.

He dives down, sucking my right nipple into his mouth. My hips roll upwards, searching for friction. He moves to my other breast, giving it the same attention before he lavishes my mouth. He’s wild, unhinged, greedy as our tongues battle.

“I need you in me.” The person speaking is me, but it doesn’t sound like me. The voice is husky, drenched in desire, and sounds far more confident and experienced than I am.

His thumb rubs my cheek tenderly, before he stands. My body feels so cold without his over mine.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch him kick off his sweats, his cock springing free. He grabs a condom, ripping off the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes on mine the whole time. There’s something different in the way he looks at me, like he’s scared I’m going to disappear. He rolls the condom on and I can’t help but watch the strokes of his fingers securing the latex in place.

“Turn over.”

“Wha—”

“Turn over.”

I swallow thickly, and roll over to my stomach. He grabs my hips, maneuvering me into the position he wants me. He lowers his body and my back arches when his tongue swipes against my pussy again. I cry out, gripping the sheets between my fingers.

I feel him stand behind me, lining his body up with mine. In one smooth move, he sheathes his cock inside me.

Biting down on my lip to hold any more sounds inside, my grasp on the sheets tighten.

“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick. He wraps one arm around my torso, urging me up until my back is flush to his front. His fingers rest around the column of my throat as he pumps into me. I move my hips back against his, meeting his thrusts.

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