50. Heaven on Steroids
heaven on steroids
Mirren
We make it just inside my front door when Strider crowds me into the wall, hands planted on either side of my face, taking my mouth as if he’ll die without it.
When he breaks away, he’s panting, but manages to find my ear and whisper, “Starving to taste your pussy, baby. Need to eat you. Now.” The last word comes out on a growl.
I turn my face toward his. “Only if I can taste you too.”
Who am I kidding? I won’t hold to that. I want to lick him, suck him, take him down my throat, and make him fall apart from bliss, but I won’t argue if I don’t get first dibs. The man eats like it’s his job. Far be it from me to stop him.
He squats enough to put a shoulder to my belly, throwing me over his shoulder with a bounce and carrying me down the hall until we’re in my small bedroom, where he slides me down his body, ever so slowly, to stand before him.
I reach around my neck to begin undressing when Strider barks, “No.” His cock strains against his pants displaying how turned on he is.
“I thought you wanted—”
His eyes smolder. “Oh, I want, Freckles, very, very much. But I get to unwrap my present.” He takes two steps toward me, so close I can smell him, and reaches a finger up, tracing it over my collarbone. His other palm lands on my neck, warm and firm, as his thumb strokes my erratic pulse point.
With his free hand, he traces from my clavicle to shoulder, down my arm, leaving fire singing in its wake, until he captures my hand and places it on his shoulder.
His eyes follow the movement and return to me as he repeats on the other side.
Slower than I’d think he can go, he unties the bow at my neck and pulls the ends, revealing my unbound breasts.
“Fuuuck.” His word stretches in that sexy way that makes my core heat and my pussy weep.
He traces my nipples with a barely-there touch as he watches them pebble and strain for more.
When he can take no more—and, frankly, neither can I—he splays his hands over my ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts, before sliding to my waistband and pushing the pants over my hips and onto the floor.
His eyes dilate, and he bites his full bottom lip when he realizes I’m commando there too.
“You’ve been naked under here all night?” His eyes snap to mine.
“Fully clothed, actually. Every single bit was covered.”
“One flick of my fingers and people could’ve seen what’s mine,” he mutters to himself.
“Would you ever do that?” I whisper.
“Never.” His answer is instant and definitive.
“And if someone tried…” He doesn’t finish the thought.
Instead, he drops to his knees, lifting one heeled foot from the pants leg before setting it back on the floor.
He taps the second and when I lift it, he slides the jumpsuit off but throws that leg over his shoulder and licks me from my ass to the bundle of nerves that throbs with need from him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant the word on repeat while fighting my fingernails from digging into his shoulders to stay upright.
He growls, he groans, he grunts, all the while opening me with his hand to get deeper, to spear me with his tongue, to devour me from the inside out.
I’ve given up trying to stifle a moan. I’ve given up trying to keep my leg from wobbling. “I… Strider, I—” I’ve given up needing to taste him at the same time. “Fuck, I’m going to…”
I can’t finish the thought. My body tightens in a coil, my eyes close, and my heart races. My legs are weightless… or I am. I’m cresting a wave that carries my body out to sea.
Or maybe that’s Strider lifting me. I think I’m flat on the bed, but how…?
The pleasure doesn’t ebb, doesn’t retreat; it magnifies. He flicks and flattens his tongue on my clit as two fingers enter me. He pulls harder, sucks deeper, using his shoulders to open me wide when my body so desperately fights to close.
When the second orgasm barrels through me, I no longer float… I drown. And just as I gasp for air, he fills me, stretching the moment in pure bliss. Rippling inside me becomes a rolling sensation.
Strider pushes in as my body tries to press him out and he pulls out against my core trying to suck him in deeper. It’s the most torturous pleasure. His long cock strokes deep and hard.
The man above me stares where we’re joined. His eyes dilate nearly black and are hazed with lust. The image of him, pounding into me, looking at my center, with my heels at his ears would do me in. But it’s his chants that seal my fate. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Mine. All mine. Fucking perfect. My Mirren.”
When his thumb hits my overly sensitive clit, I jolt. That movement sets off something so deep inside me where his cock thumps at my G-spot. And I’m done. I scream as everything inside me implodes.
Strider
Watching her take me is beyond my wildest fantasies.
The feel of her tight pussy around my dick is heaven on steroids.
But Mirren’s body milking my cock is exquisite torture for which there is no recovery. I come like a freight train unable to brake.
I’ve wanted her.
I want her.
I’ll always want her.
The very idea of losing her now is the kind of pain I won’t survive. My body will crumble to ash at the mere threat. I’m a man on his knees begging her to be mine. That is, if I could speak. Or breathe.
The best sex of my life has been in the last few weeks. And all of it with the woman below me whose flushed skin highlights the freckles playing across her nose and cheeks.
“Marry me.” Well, that wasn’t exactly what I intended to say…
What I feel, yes. Where we’re going, sure. What I want, fuck yes.
“What?” she gasps, her hazy eyes fighting to focus on my face, and her pussy clenching around my dick.
I press my cock deeper into her. “Marry me, Freckles.”
“No question.” She says, apparently to herself. “He didn’t even ask. Just a command. Why would I not have the choice? Just because I’m so sated my brain doesn’t work?”
I pull out again and glide in to the root, hitting the end of her. “Mirren Jones, marry me.”
“Again with the telling.” She lifts her brows.
Leaning down, my lips hover over hers. She’s folded in half, her feet in those sexy-as-fuck, strappy heels damn near between us. I hold her eyes and nod. “I won’t take no for an answer.” I press my semi-hard cock inside her tight heat. “It’s not a question. I’m yours and you’re mine. Right?”
She nods.
“And I love you, and you love me.”
She nods again.
“And we’re good together.”
Another nod.
“And you know that I’ll worship you until the day you die?”
“Yes, honey.”
A chill runs down my spine.
“So… Marry me.”
“Maybe,” she sasses. “Actually, it depends.” She squeezes her inner muscles around me until my eyes threaten to roll back in my head.
“You know,” I start. “I think I did this wrong. I’ve never proposed before. I’ll try again later. Never mind, okay?”
“Wait!” She looks appalled. “What?”
“Well…” I feign looking into the distance. “I mean, I’m a catch. I’m handy. I can cook and am self-sufficient. I don’t expect you to do my laundry or make me a sandwich after sex.” My cock heats and thickens, and I begin maddeningly slow strokes inside her wet cunt. “I’m gonna learn to make gumbo.”
I pull out and slam back in. “I’m the man who has a spy for a woman and isn’t threatened by her brilliance and boldness.” I pull out and slam back in watching her lids drop. “I know how to make you come. Hard.”
I withdraw, hearing her mewl of protest when I do and slide down her body, butterflying her knees wide. I latch onto her clit and suck.
She bucks wildly under me. Her pelvis lifts for me. She writhes and moans, and when she’s right there—just on the edge—I detach from that bundle of nerves and blow cold air on her.
“I could eat your pussy all day, baby. All day. All night. Wring you out.”
“I’m close, Strider. I’m so close.” She pushes my head down toward her center that strains for me.
I flick a lazy finger through her wetness, rimming her, coming close but never entering her. She whimpers and wiggles, seeking more.
“Fuck, Mirren. Watching me seep out of you. God, it’s enough for me to blow.” Dick in hand, I pull slow twisting strokes up my shift, from my place between her legs. “My cum and yours…” I swipe through our joined orgasm and rub it down my shaft. “Look at us on my cock. So fucking sexy.”
Leaning over her to cage her in, I rub the bottom of my shaft against her clit, up and down, up and down, and watch her face. When I pull down again, I stop just at her entrance. “Freckles?’
Her eyes slice to slits.
I notch my cock where it wants to be… Where she needs me… Where I never want to leave.
“Marry me.”
“Fine, okay. Are you happy now?”
I thrust in and bottom out, rutting into her like an animal, over and over and over again.
“Fucking elated, Freckles. Now come for me and let that perfect pussy suck me dry.”