Kiss Me (You & Me 3)

She looked up as she closed her mouth over him, holding his eyes as she sucked on him like he was the best lollipop in the world. She watched as his eyes closed and his hands braced against the wall while she bobbed up and down on him, sucking him deep into her throat before pulling back. His breathing was rapid, and she could hear him slapping the wall as she continued to suck.

“Get up, fuck baby, please, get up,” he groaned.

She pulled away from him, wiping her mouth as she got to her feet. “You’re an amazing man,” she told him, needing him to hear it from her.

“Bedroom. Now,” he grunted the words.

She giggled as he grabbed her hand, the two of them walking stark naked through his massive home, the windows wide open for anyone to see. She glanced down at his perfect, tight ass and felt her desire ramping up again.

“I want you in me,” she blurted out, speaking the exact thought that had popped into her mind.

They had barely made it to the staircase when he spun around, picked her up and climbed a few steps before carefully depositing her. He stood over her, leering down at her naked body, her legs slightly open as she waited for him to make the next move.

“Here. You’ll have me in you right here,” he growled, shoving her legs wide and placing one hand next to her head as he slowly lowered himself to her.

The position gave her a very good view of his body slowly melding with hers. She watched as her body blossomed, opening for him as his dick slowly slid inside her. She gasped, biting her lip as she watched the joining. Never in her life had she witnessed something so erotic.

“God damn sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said on a breath as he pushed in the last inch, his balls resting against her butt as he fully seated himself inside her.

“I can’t breathe,” she gasped.

“Breathe, sweetheart, breathe,” he coaxed.

Her whole body was tingling, watching and feeling his invasion had heightened all of her senses. She closed her eyes, trying to give herself a reprieve from the overwhelming ecstasy pumping through her veins. She was moving her head back and forth, her body spasming around him, holding him tightly inside her.

“God, I can’t. I don’t, oh hell,” she said, not sure what she was saying.

“Let go. I’ve got you, let yourself go,” he encouraged, slighting moving his hips as he spoke.

Her eyes popped open as a new wave of nerves was tantalized. “Ben,” she said his name, more as a plea than anything else.

“Watch me make love to you,” he said in a low voice.

She opened her eyes, met his and then looked between her legs where he was slowly moving in and out of her body, her juices making his shaft glisten in the bright light of day. It was more than her overloaded senses could take. Her body exploded in a burst of hot liquid as she cried out his name over and over. He lovingly kissed her while she rode through the orgasm, his body enveloping hers with heat.

Once the initial orgasm passed, he carefully picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, her body still spasming as she floated down from where he had taken her. He put her on her feet as he closed his bedroom door, which she thought was a little silly after what they had just done in the foyer and then on the staircase.

She turned and grinned at him. “Are you suddenly shy?”

He slowly shook his head. “Nope. I’m happy to leave the door open, but right now, I want your hands on the back of the door, your legs wide and your ass up. I want to fuck you until you are screaming my name,” he said, the heat in his eyes making her creamy all over again.

“This door?” she teased, turning to put her palms flat against the door.

“That door. Legs,” he demanded.

She spread them, arched her back and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “I’m ready.”

He stood there, staring at her body. It was daring and naughty and made her feel delightfully raunchy. She arched her back more, making sure he had full access.

“Damn sweetheart, you are so hot. I could explode right here just looking at you,” he whispered, reaching out and caressing her hip before moving to her butt cheek.

“Explode deep inside me. I want to feel you bucking into me,” she breathed.

She wanted him to want her, to need her and forgive her for running out on him. The words were difficult to say. Giving him her body was the only other way she knew how to tell him how badly she wanted to be with him.

His fingers reached between her legs, fondling her folds as he slowly pushed his index finger inside. “You’re slippery,” he said, fingering her some more.

“For you, you make me so wet,” she told him.