Stop, Drop and Run
“Breathe, wildfire,” I whispered, my fingers gently tracing the rapid beat of her pulse point on her neck.
I cupped her chin, lifting her face to meet those brilliant, captivating blue eyes.
My hand tangled in her thick, unruly red locks, tilting her head back, granting me complete access to her mouth and the thin column of her neck.
Daisy’s breath heated my lips as I pressed against hers, soft at first, but the kiss deepened with an urgency that matched the fire burning in my body.
I parted my lips, darting my tongue into her mouth, coaxing her to meet me, to touch me, to taste me.
When she responded, the thrill of it sent a rush of blood coursing through me, my cock swelling even more with the overwhelming need to be coated in her wetness.
With a hunger I couldn’t contain, my tongue licked her neck and sucked on her earlobe, exploring her sweetness, each taste strengthening my addiction to her.
She was my drug, and I craved more than just a fleeting fix.
With a practice motion, my hand slid slowly up her trim waist to her chest, fingers finding their way to her breast, rolling my thumb over her hardened nipple.
I pressed into her body, rocking against her to convey every unspoken intent. A low, satisfied growl escaped my lips.
Daisy’s breath hitched, each soft moan escaping her throat, only heightened my own racing heart.
I snaked my hand back up to feel her pulse racing beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, wildfire,” I said between licks and nips.
Her body responds eagerly to every caress.
Her taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and yearning that left me hungry for more.
My fingers kneaded her breast, reveling in the way her nipple stayed pebbled under my touch, each stroke drawing forth a soft gasp from her.
She arched her back, pressing closer, seeking more of me.
My legs walked her backwards as my hand moved down to her body.
Only a thin layer of panties and my boxer briefs were preventing my dick from slipping inside her pussy.
I’ll need to remedy that soon, but first my fingers slid into her panties and rubbed between her folds, the slickness between her thighs was clearly evident.
Trailing down her jawline I licked the bead of sweat forming on her collarbone, tasting the saltiness of her skin mixed with the sweetness of her very own sexual aroma.
Her body writhed beneath me, hips rocking in time with mine, each movement a perfect harmony of our own symphony.
With each slow rock of my hips, I pressed deeper into her, allowing her to feel the full extent of my cock, and a hidden secret that women begged me for.
I wanted her to understand how desperately I needed her.
The friction between us sent delicious shivers down my spine, another low, satisfied growl spilling from my lips once more as I lost myself in the sensation.
How her body fit perfectly against mine wasn’t a surprise, this goddess was made for me, every curve aligning seamlessly, igniting a primal need within me.
I moved lower, peppering soft, lingering kisses down her chest, savoring the taste of her skin.
When I reach her nipple, I paused, taking it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it with teasing precision before gently biting down.
The sharp gasp and moan that escaped her lips sent a rush of pleasure coursing through me.
My hand moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, reveling in the way she responded to my touch, my fingers, forcing her body to arch like a bow.
She was lost in her own little pleasure heaven as her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to continue.
We continued to walk backward, kissing and tasting each other, her legs finally reached my bed.
With my hand on her back and on her head, I placed a knee on the mattress and laid her down.
Crawling up to her body, I slipped my arms under her upper back and pulled her up closer to the headboard before placing my hands on either side of her head.
There was no way the smile could be wiped from my face as I stared at her.
And watching every movement of her trembling skin as I moved down her body, was ecstasy.
Descending further, my tongue tracing the delicate outline of her ribs, dipping into the hollow of her stomach.
I savored every inch of her, taking my time, enjoying the way her hands clutch at the sheets, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
She’s lost in the sensations, and I was, too, completely captivated by her.
While I reached her hips, I nuzzled against the soft skin there, inhaling her intoxicating scent, wet, warm, inviting.
Her scent is fucking her, my wildfire. The primal part of me awakens, driven by an insatiable need to claim her, to make her wholly mine.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, savoring the tantalizing reveal of her glistening core, the sight igniting a fierce animal, primal and territorial within me.
My eyes glanced up, locking eyes with her, and at that moment, I saw the rawness mirrored in her gaze, a fusion of longing and trust that sent a thrill through me.
Without breaking eye contact, I lowered my mouth to her center, my tongue darting out tentatively at first, tasting her sweetness.
Her hips jerked at the contact, a breathy moan escaping her lips, and I lapped at her folds, sucking and darting my tongue inside her wetness.
Purposely coating her slickness on my lower jaw.
My tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, exploring her completely, teasingly drawing out her pleasure.
The way she tasted was like cotton candy at the fair, each long lick sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us.
I needed to feel more, my cock was suffering, so I rubbed him against the edge of the mattress to help relieve the pain from the intense swelling.
I focused on her clit, flicking my tongue over the sensitive nub, reveling in the way her body tenses and quivers in response.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each sound a beautiful song filling the air.
Her hands gripped my hair tightly, urging me on as she pressed my face down against her.
“Come on, wildfire, let me feel you burn,” I encouraged her.
The way she hitched her hips against my face, her breathing coming in short gasps, I could feel her nearing the edge, her body teetering on the brink of release.
With one final, deep, long lick, I pushed her over the edge.
She cries out, a sound so pure and raw, her body convulsing as the orgasm washes over her.
Fuck yeah, my new favorite sound. She squirmed under me, my mouth and teeth nipped against her sensitive areas, while my hands expertly pulled her legs apart, allowing them to fall wide.
My gaze landed on her fiery red curls, trimmed to perfection.
Beautiful. Absolutely stunning. The carpet matched the drapes, and the sight of her left me breathless.
Her allure was so overwhelming, so utterly captivating, I felt an ache in my chest, a deep, visceral urge to weep at the sight of her.
Yep, tears fill my eyes, and I don’t care.
Her wetness, glistening, staining my sheets, marked a moment I’d never want to forget.
These sheets would never be washed; they were sacred now. Fucking sacred.
I trailed my left hand up and down her thigh, while simultaneously rubbing small circles with my other hand on her clit.
Dear god, her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank her in like I was a dehydrated athlete.
Her body was withering, she sucked in a deep breath, pulling every ounce of her climax from the air, filling every cell in her body with pure ecstasy, while I continued to rub her clit at a slower motion.
The need to touch her was overwhelming, my hands then slid to her hips to anchor her as she rode the waves of pure bliss as her body reached another precipice.
I must taste her, keeping her wetness on my tongue as my assault never ceasing its rhythmic percussion.
The way she responded, each gasp, each shiver, only fed the fire inside me.
Adding more kindling to my heated core. Fuck, my cock was leaking cum on the side of my mattress.
That’s a first. Oh, this girl. I moaned into her pussy.
The pressure in my cock was almost too much, I needed to stop grinding against the mattress and finally bury myself deep within her.
Daisy sits up slightly, her hands sliding up my back, fingers tangling in my hair before they find their way to my glutes, as she pulled me closer to her wet core.
The warmth glowing from her body tugs me in, and I can feel her melting against me, driving me wild.
I needed her mouth again, so I plunged her with my tongue, enjoying every stimulating second.
The seriousness between us crackles like electricity, our chemistry undeniable.
I pulled back slightly, our breaths mingling in the space between us, then rested my head on her forehead.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Daisy,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “And I’m never letting you go.” Her eyes sparkle with passion, and do I sense vulnerability? Maybe, but there’s a depth that captivates me.
“I’m yours, Adam. I’ve always have been.”