48. Cin
Cin
As he sinks inside of me, the feeling is overwhelming. My toes curl, and my hands bunch the skin on his sides. It fucking hurts, and I love it. I want more. I want him unleashed. He tells me to breathe, and I do, short, sweet breaths as he moves inside of me. Inch by inch until the pain melts into pleasure.
I’m full of him, and my God, it feels so good. The burn and stretch of him made all the waiting so fucking worth it. I’m glad it’s Talon, and I’m glad I waited because no one else would have been able to give me what he can.
“More,” I beg him, prompting him to pull back and slam back in, this time making me scream. I can smell our arousal filling the room with the faint scent of iron. But it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected it to.
It feels so fucking good, and I arch off the bed as he thrusts long and hard. His hips snap against my ass, and the sound is so erotic that I moan between his kisses.
His mouth is everywhere, sucking my nipple into his mouth while pinching the other. Pressure builds as he works me over.
“Look at you, taking my dick like you were made for me,” he breathes against my skin before lifting off of me to go stand at the edge of the bed. He grips my ankles, pulling me to the edge so my ass is hanging off, and plunges back in.
I scream out in pleasure as he moves, “fuck, baby, you should see how pretty your virgin pussy looks swallowing my blood-covered cock.”
His words pull me in, and the sounds, my fucking word, the sounds our bodies create, make me groan.
“Touch yourself, Spice, like I showed you,” he commands as he pounds into me.
I do as he says, running my hands over my breasts and down past my stomach to my clit. Rubbing hard circles over the nerves there sends my pulse skyrocketing, and I can tell I’m about to cum.
Moaning and squirming, he leans down on top of me to pull my nipple in his mouth, hitting a whole other angle and making me scream as the anticipation of release crawls up my spine and fills my belly with fire.
“That’s it, baby, scream for me,” he growls against my skin. He trails one hand up the outside of my thigh, all the way to my throat, and squeezes, making me see stars. He isn’t cutting off my air, he’s squeezing the sides of my neck, cutting off blood flow, and I start to see spots at the edges of my vision. He eases off, giving me back all my senses, only to squeeze again.
Over and over again until I’m delirious.
Sparks light up my vision when he covers my hand on my clit, pressing harder and rubbing back and forth. “ Talon ,” I scream his name over and over as my orgasm rips through me. Pinpricks and lava run through my veins as his lips crash down on mine, and he rides me through my pleasure.
Moans and squeals of ecstasy escape our kiss as the high feels like it’ll never end.
“Squeeze my cock, Spice,” he commands against my mouth. Just when I think he’s going to finish inside me, he pulls out and strokes his cock hard, tugging it. “On your knees.”
My breaths are raspy as I comply, sliding off the bed to kneel before him.
“I’m going to coat your tits with my cum,” he warns, “and you’re going to watch.”
Nodding, I bite my lip and watch as the tip of his cock swells and shoots rope after rope of hot cum all over my chest. He grunts my name as he does, like a prayer. When he’s done, he slumps over, resting his arms beside my head.
He runs his fingers through the mess he made, moving his sticky cum over my nipples and squeezing them.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “that was…”
“Mhmm,” I agree, chest still rising and falling in heavy lung fulls.
“You look fucking sinful.”
After a few minutes, he stands and heads for the bathroom that’s gratefully attached to the suite. I hear the shower start and close my eyes for a moment. Exhaustion hits me, and I feel like I could sleep for days.
Talon’s footsteps pull me from my sleepy thoughts, and he lifts me to my feet.
“Let’s wash this off,” he says, leading me into the shower. It’s set perfectly, not too hot, not cold either.
He lets me stand under the water, soaking my hair, face, and body. Then he gently wipes a soapy washcloth over my body, lathering me in suds. He takes care to wash everything down the drain, running the cloth carefully between my thighs.
It stings, but otherwise, I enjoy the burn.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning his back to me to grab what I think is shampoo.
Coming up behind him, I ran my hands over his sides and hug him to my chest. He slumps his head, and I kiss his back–the muscles there bunch and contract with the contact.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?” He asks in a different way.
“Look at me,” I express, and slowly, he turns around. His eyes roam my body, but he won't look at me. “I’m perfect. You didn’t hurt me at all.”
His eyes snap up to find mine, and I smile, wrapping one arm around his neck and bringing him to my lips.
His hands take up my entire lower back as he crushes my body to his. The water cascades down my back as he kisses me slowly.
“You’re probably freezing,” I laugh, “get in here.”
He laughs, stepping into the water and washing off. I watch him as I wash my hair, and he smirks that devilish smile.
After our shower, he joins me in bed, wrapping his arms around my body and planting kisses on my neck.
I’m just about to drift off when he whispers, “I love you, Cinnamon.”