Teaghan
I was wetter than the damn rain that laid outside on the ground after Houston flooded downtown.
The way Houston had managed to assault but take care of the longing ache between my thighs left a lot of unanswered questions.
Was I in love? And how the fuck did a man three years celibate have me screaming and unraveling within less than five delicate, beautiful minutes.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I was rubbing his chest and shoulders like his skin was the reason for breathing.
I grabbed the bottle from his hands and took a big gulp myself.
Alcohol always added to the sensation. I doubted I needed any help feeling him but shit if he was getting drunk so was I.
“You can speak, scream, shout, the room is soundproof,” he admitted.
Was I in a sex dungeon and did I want to leave it?
No, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and savor the experience that had just rocked my world.
He slowly massaged my thighs, my legs, and feet as I anticipated his finale. The show before was amazing.
No man had ever made me feel empowered like he did from head.
My body was calling out to him. Each time my chest rose and fell it called out to him.
His washboard chest and perfectly sculpted abs were saturated with sweat.
I leaned up and licked as he hissed. Another shot and he was now biting and sucking on my nipples.
“I plan to. Dammit, Houston you gave no indication you would fu-” his body and dick slammed into me almost causing heart palpitations.
My eyes rolled and the sensation of another human inside of me became a weakness I may never get used to.
He rolled his hips and dipped to his own beat.
Right now all I could muster was the chant of his name.
Thank god for the room being soundproof. A beat, a dance all of our own. Inside slow movements sent me into a bucking frenzy. He didn’t stop or slow down. I was here for the lesson and he was the master of all masters.
“Teaghan, first thing you need to understand, you don’t run shit here. Either keep screaming my name or shut up,” he ordered as my body began to heat and simmer from the inside out. His strokes filled me up and his stroke was that of a perfectionist. I couldn’t speak much if I wanted to.
“Yes, Houston right there,” I coached as I grinded my hips against his pelvis.
I was in paradise and he had led me there with little coercion.
Pulling out he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up using his muscles.
I wrapped my legs and my arms around his body.
We were one with no vows. In his arms, I felt every inch, every throb.
His breath tickled my ear and I rode the wave of ecstasy.
I was officially out of words which was rare. This session needed no words or explanation …it was simply bliss, a blessing to be in the presence of a man that knew how to hit every nerve, every wall with precision. Our skin was sticky and hot, and I loved it.
“I could taste you and your skin every day,” he said barely above a whisper as he began to slow down and jerk.
Carrying me back to the bed, he laid me down softly and applied his weight on me.
The moment was divine, hard to explain and damn sure hard to top.
Rolling over, he grabbed my arm and tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to the massive shower connected to his bedroom.
Somehow, I managed to get bashful under his glare.
It didn’t last long as we entered the shower and he entered me again.
Sex with Houston was definitely something to remember and blog about with no names.
The way he just proposed forever with my body changed my thoughts and mind quickly.
I was about to enjoy my time until it wasn’t my time to enjoy anymore.