Say You Swear

Slowly, but free of hesitation, her fingers dance along her chest bone, a blush working its way up her body as her hand lowers, disappearing between her legs.

My body vibrates, my dick hard and straining against my jeans.

“Tell me what I was doing to you,” I whisper.

Her face flushes, but she closes her eyes, and says, “First you kissed my neck.”

I lower my lips to her favorite spot, dead center on the left side.

“And then you used your teeth and dragged them down to my shoulder.”

I follow the path, sucking where I pause and she pulls in a deep breath.

Her knuckles brush against my pants, her fingers working her clit, and I clench my muscles, desperate to feel her against me.

“You went down from there, but not all the way.”

I pull her nipple into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. I suck, a little harder than before.

She whimpers, twitching below me. “You’re zipper… you.”

Her hand moves faster now, her eyes flying open when the soft purr of my jeans coming undone finds her. Her gaze drops, her lips parting when she lands on the rod in my briefs.

I free myself of the rest of my clothes and her head presses into the pillow behind her.

Her thighs clench and she begins pulling her legs closed, chasing the pressure locking them tight will provide, but when I lower a little, my hard-on rests along her outer thigh, and her muscles ease.

Her eyes find mine. “You didn’t use your hand this time.” Her cheeks flame and she pinches her clit between her fingers, her thighs shaking as she grows closer to her orgasm.

I shift again, this time bringing one knee between her legs. I lower my lips to hers, whispering, “What did I do, baby?”

She moans, and I reach between us, removing her hand and pinning it above her head as I bring my other knee between her legs.

“Tell me what I did.”

“You pressed against me.”

I lower all the way, both of us groaning when our heated bodies meet for the first time.

My jaw clenches, and I bury my face in her neck. She’s soaked and I’m instantly slick with excitement. I can’t help myself; I rock against her.

“Yes,” she croaks. “Just like that.”

I dig my fingers into the comforter on the opposite side. “I slide my cock along you?” I pull back the slightest bit, moving forward with more pressure, and my thighs clench.

“You did,” she rasps, her head shifting until her lips are locked onto my neck. She sucks, bites, and whispers, “And then you slid inside me.”

I bite her back and her knees come up, pressing into my hips.

“Slide inside me, Noah.”

My chest rumbles, my muscles strained with need. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

A softness falls over her and she cups my cheeks, her head shaking the slightest bit. “You would never,” she breathes, pulling my mouth to hers. Her kiss is soft and sweet, but her voice when she repeats herself is straight-fucking vixen. “Slide inside me.”

Pulling back, I do.

I press into her in one long, slow, steady stroke.

She gasps, her neck stretching until her eyes are on the wall behind her and I lift, looking down at the goddess before me.

She peeks down the bridge of her nose, staring into my eyes as I fill her fully. Completely.

The tenderness that encompasses her has my pulse pumping, and when the silkiest of smiles curves her lips with her next breath, that’s it.

It’s done.

I’m gone.

I’ve been gone.

I rock into her, in and out, slow and steady. My strokes are long and deep, a tantalizing torture. A much fucking needed, sweet kind of agony.

Ari brings her legs up around me, her heels pressing into my lower back, and driving me forward.

Our pace quickens and she gets louder.

Her moans, her gasps.

Her heartbeat.

I place my lips over the madly beating organ, and she presses on the back of my head, so I give her what she wants. My teeth.

I bite and she cries out.

I lick and she shakes.

I suck… and she shatters.

Her muscles tense, her arms locking around me as she begins to come.

But she fights it, yanking my lips to hers. Her kiss is hard and hungry, chasing, and I give her back just as much.

My hips drive in and out, rolling, circling, and pressing, making sure her clit is worked with my body, just as much as her pussy is. I work her over, dragging her orgasm out as long as possible as she pants wildly.

She tears away, finding my ear again, her voice a breathless croak, her body a ball of tension, untethering with jerky quakes. She wants it to go on, fighting the finale she’s desperate for, but she breaks. Her back flies off the bed, her moans harsh and maddening as she lifts her hips into me, willing me deeper. Her lips part, and she stutters, “And then I c-came.”