When We Dance
10
RAVEN
It’s notup to me how much gets into my mouth. It’s up to him, and he likes to tease me while teasing himself.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he says, sliding his thick shaft between my lips, hitting the back of my throat.
My mouth is full, the air flowing through my nostrils.
I suck on his hard meat before he pulls back a little, and I swirl my tongue around his stiff flesh again.
For someone who is pressed by time, he takes his time, enjoying every second we have.
His cock is wet and hard as he thrusts into my mouth, his eyes not leaving mine. He eventually pulls out, palms my chest, and stares at me like someone who has full control over me, and he has.
That’s why his belt coils around my wrists, and my arms are up, attached to the headboard.
He hovers over me before bringing his mouth to my nipples.
He takes one in his mouth while kneading the other before switching. He sucks on them, kisses them, and dips his teeth into my flesh. Every stroke making me clench my thighs beneath his body.
How does he think I won’t have marks on my skin?
He squeezes my tits and swirls his tongue around my nipples, and if he goes at them like that, I might come before he enters me.
The harder I squirm, the harder he handles them. And I like every bit of his touch, the tension building in my core.
He moves lower as my legs bend and slip over his shoulders, and he kisses every inch of skin, touching every bit of me, coming back to suck on my boobs before moving down again, sinking his fingers into my flanks, and squeezing my flesh.
Taking me in through all his senses.
“You smell like heaven…” he says, and he’s not talking about my perfume, drops off wetness trickling from my center.
Running the tip of his tongue up, he parts my folds and flicks my clit. And then presses his tongue against my seam and licks me.
Long motions. Exerting pressure. Smearing the wetness around. Making me experience the heat of his mouth.
I want this man, and I moan for him.
“You like it, don’t you?” he murmurs hoarsely, his voice spurring gooseflesh on my arms, making my nipples stand to attention.
He comes back up and sucks on my chest before hovering over me again, his thigh wedged between my legs, his hard-on pressed against my thigh, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
His touch, my smell, his heat…. It’s all invasive. Hitting my palate, teasing my nerve endings, my brain… Convulsing inside me as he kisses me hard, and I kiss him hard. And walls are taken down, and veneers of correctness are peeled off.
He is the man I thought he was.
Fast, with his blood simmering and his touch possessive.
Despite the semblance of calmness and control. His perfect manners.
It’s all real. And not lying about who he is, but it’s all distracting, hiding this man.
I jolt under him, moaning, and I’m sure he had different plans for me. Other than entering me immediately and making me come.
But now we’re scaling up so fast.
I’m going up so fast, moving my tongue with his, breathing fire into his mouth.