40. Always and Forever #3
My cock sprang free, hard and straining, and her eyes darkened with hunger that mirrored my own.
She didn't touch me yet. Just looked, drinking me in from head to toe, her gaze so intense it felt like a physical caress. The heat from her body was tantalizing, a promise hovering just out of reach.
Then, never breaking eye contact, she lowered her head.
The first touch of her tongue was lightning. A lick from base to tip that had my hips bucking off the floor. A low moan rumbled in her throat, the vibration traveling straight through me.
She did it again, tongue flat and wet, tasting me, exploring me. Her hands came up to hold my hips, pinning me to the floor, asserting her control. She was in charge, and I was more than willing to surrender.
She took me into her mouth.
The heat was overwhelming. Her lips stretched around me, sliding down, taking me deeper. Her tongue swirled around my wide head, then pressed firmly along the sensitive vein underneath.
My eyes rolled back. I fisted my hands in the rug, fibers tearing under my grip. I couldn't look away from her, blonde hair spilling over my stomach, cheeks hollowed with suction, eyes locked on mine. The most erotic thing I had ever seen.
“Fuck, baby.” My voice was rough. “You look perfect with my cock in your mouth.”
She moaned around me, the vibration traveling through my bones, and took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, the convulsive tightening pushing me right to the edge.
“Baby... I'm not gonna last...” The warning came out strained.
She pulled off with a soft, wet pop. Her breathing was ragged. “Not yet. I'm not done with you.”
In one fluid motion, she swung her leg over my hips, straddling me. The heat of her center brushed against my aching cock. She was so wet I could feel it, a damp warmth that promised heaven.
She reached between us, fingers wrapping around my length, guiding me to her entrance. Her eyes never left mine, filled with a love so fierce it stole the air from my lungs.
“I need you,” she whispered, a command and a plea all at once.
She sank down onto me.
A choked cry tore from both of us. She was impossibly tight, inner muscles clenching around me in a velvet vise. She took me all in one slow stroke until she was seated fully on my lap, my cock buried to the hilt inside her.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. “So full.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, joined completely, just breathing each other in. The fire cast her in a golden halo. I reached up, hands finding her hips, gripping her as if she were my only anchor in a stormy sea.
Then she began to move.
She rose up, nearly pulling all the way off, before sinking back down with a rolling grind that made me see stars. I was transfixed. My hands slid up her body, over the waist I loved to hold, to the heavy weight of her breasts bouncing with every movement.
“You're so tight, baby. Fucking perfect.” My fingers found their way between us, brushing against her clit as she rocked against me. She gasped, movements faltering for a moment before she found her rhythm again.
“That's it,” I encouraged, circling her clit with my thumb. “Ride me. Show me how much you want this.”
She moaned, head falling back. “Yes. Just like that. God, Dallas, don't stop.”
I didn't plan to. Watching her come undone above me was my favorite thing. Her breasts bouncing, mouth parted in pleasure. She was breathtaking.
“You're close, aren't you?” I pressed harder against her clit. “I can feel it. You're gonna come all over my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, nails digging into my chest. “Please, Dallas.”
She picked up the pace, movements urgent, frantic. Her head fell back, a symphony of moans and gasped curses falling from her lips. Each time she came down, I met her thrust for thrust, driving up into her.
Her inner walls fluttered around me. The sight of her coming apart above me, lost in pleasure, was my undoing. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her, crushing her to my chest without stopping our frantic rhythm.
“Eyes open.” I ground out the words. “I want to see you.”
She obeyed, eyes fluttering open. Glazed with pleasure, but focused on me.
“I'm going to come inside you,” I whispered, voice rough with need. “I'm going to fill you. You are mine, Davina.”
Her eyes widened as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, sharp, broken, and her body convulsed around me, milking my cock, pulling my own release from me.
I buried my face in her neck as I came, my shout muffled by her skin.
I pulsed inside her, wave after wave of blinding pleasure tearing through me until I was shaking and completely claimed by the woman in my arms. She collapsed against me, boneless, our slick skin sliding together, hearts hammering against each other.
For a long time, we stayed like that. Wrapped in each other. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the fire's gentle crackle.
She was the first to speak, voice a breathless whisper against my ear.
“I am yours. Always and forever.”