First Comes Love

“You want me, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more perfect word.

I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, my heated gaze raking over her. “These have to go,” I say, hooking a finger in her panties and dragging them down her thighs.

Then I part her legs, wedging myself in between them. She’s so hot I can feel her heat through the fabric of my jeans. My cock strains, begging to be freed, to plunge inside her. She’s so fucking wet I can see her juices glistening all over her perfect pink pussy.

“I need you now, Dom.”

I chuckle somewhat wickedly because I plan on drawing this out as long as possible.

Bending down, I capture her tit in my mouth, drawing her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue until she writhes, her fingers tangled in my hair. I watch her face as her head tips back, her mouth dropping open with a wild moan.

She’s making me crazy, seeing her like this. Completely surrendering to me.

I squeeze her other tit, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then I raise my head and capture her mouth in another kiss. Our tongues tangle and dance, our desperation making us violent and aggressive. I clamp my teeth over her full bottom lip and pull, and her hips buck up against me.

Trailing my mouth down her neck, between the valley of her tits, and lower across her smooth stomach, I push her legs wider with my hands.

She whimpers, knowing where I’m headed. I smile against her inner thigh. “You ready for this, baby? I’m going to make you cum so hard on my face. And when I’m done, I’m going to fill you up until you cum all over my cock.

Her throaty moan urges me on, and I dip my head down to taste her sweet pussy. I groan at the first taste. “So good,” I murmur. How can she taste so good? And how have I gone my whole life not knowing what this sweet nectar tastes like? It’s addictive. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck her until she’s climbing higher and higher, her hands fisted in my bed covers as her head thrashes side to side. Desperate pants fall from her mouth, pleas and murmurs that beg for more.

Needing to feel her, to be inside her in some way, I thrust two fingers deep into her channel. Her hips come up off the bed, pushing her clit up into my face. I flick it with my tongue as I stroke her inner walls, the soft velvet clenching over and over again on my fingers as her climax takes over.

“Oh god, Dom. Yes! Oh fuck. Yes, fuck me, Dom.”

Jesus Christ, those words falling from those lips nearly have me coming in my pants. It’s so fucking hot and so fucking perfect, and when she finally comes down from the crest, aftershocks wracking her body, I rid myself of the jeans that are keeping me from her. I grab a condom, ready to slide home.

She stops me with a hand on my wrist, and I look up at her, her beautiful face even more angelic with the bliss of an orgasm fresh across her features.

She shakes her head, and I start to worry she’s having second thoughts.

But then she makes my day—no my whole fucking life—when she leans forward and wraps her fingers around my cock and says, “My turn.”

Poppy

How many times have I got myself off to the fantasy of sucking Dom’s cock? I’ve lost count. But I’m about to do it now. Really and truly.

I stare down at him as I stroke my fist up and down. I was right. He’s huge. Like mind-bogglingly, make-me-cum-with-one-look huge. My pussy clenches again. I want him inside me so badly. But first, first I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel.

I push against his chest until he takes a step back, and I slide to my knees in front of him.

Dom groans, his fingers twining in my hair again, gripping my head in desperation. “Fuck, baby. You don’t have to do this.”

I look up at him, darting my tongue out to lick the bead of precum on his thick head, my eyes wide and innocent as I stare into his face. “Oh, you don’t want me to?” I tease, squeezing the base of his shaft for emphasis.

He bites out a laugh. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

I grin. “I can stop if you want.” Another flick of my tongue.

A growl rips from his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“That’s what I thought.” I lick him from base to tip, reveling in the sense of power that I feel that I’m able to make this man so hungry, so desperate. It’s crazy. I never would have thought that I would be the one to do this to him.

He grips my head more firmly, and I take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the ridge of his head, then lowering myself further, wanting to take as much of him as I can.

Dom thrusts into my mouth, shoving my head hard against his cock, and I cry out in surprise, then moan around him as he fills my mouth with his thickness.