A Dream Come True #2
“Oh,” he says, almost breathless, “I know you do. ”
His eyes move to my mouth, biting his lower lip before kissing me.
Oh, damn, I love how his lips feel against me .
I let my lips part, and I feel his tongue on mine.
His mouth muffles the quiet moans slipping past my lips at his touch.
I shudder as his hands move through my hair, getting wrapped in my curls.
More goosebumps collect on my arms as I feel him harden against my outer thigh.
He grabs my waist and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, his lips still eagerly exploring me, seemingly unable to stray far from my skin.
His fingertips move slowly from my waist to the hem of my red mesh shirt as if trying to memorize the contours of my body.
Pulling off my shirt, he leaves me in just my lacy bra.
I run my hands down his chest and remove the tight black fabric hiding what I’ve been waiting to see.
If he gets to look at me, I get to fixate on him, too.
Intricate lines draw my eyes down the length of his perfect form, the light around us painting him as an angel. Or a devil.
“You like what you see?” He asks. What? You can’t see me salivating?
“Hell yes, I do,” I blurt out without thinking.
Shit, did I just say that out loud? My hands immediately begin tracing each detail of the tattoo that runs from his chest down to the waistband of his jeans.
If it distracts him from the words that fell from my mouth, he doesn’t let on.
Instead, he watches as my hands stop at the black metal button of his pants.
“Keep going, Sweetheart.” He commands, and I look up at him. “Take off my fucking pants, Thalia.” You don’t have to tell me twice. My hands quickly move the small button through what seems like the tiniest hole possible. He keeps his eyes on me as I move the loosened denim down his toned thighs .
“That’s a good fucking girl.” I can feel the heat under my skin, and my cheeks go bright red at his praise. That was so fucking hot. He keeps his eyes on mine as he steps out of his jeans and stands in front of me in only his black boxer briefs and all of his tattooed glory. Hot damn.
He moves in closer between my thighs, baring more of me to him—his warmth.
His eyes move from my lips to my neck. His hand grips the back of my hair while he claims my lips again.
I willingly take another kiss from him and bite down on his lower lip.
A groan rumbles between us, making my body ache for more of him.
Please, make that sound again. He removes his mouth from mine and kisses me on my outer jaw, down my neck.
His fingertips gently feel around the other side of my back and stop when he finds the clasps of my bra.
Within seconds, my black lace bra falls onto the tiles, leaving me exposed.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, “I have been craving you for so long.” He steps back and looks me up and down. What the hell does that mean? How long has he known about me?
“You have?” I ask. My voice is just as breathy as his.
“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He moves in towards me, lips landing on mine once again as he grips the tops of my thighs.
“Every time I caught you staring,” he admits, kissing in between the confession.
“Every glance I make in your direction.” He brushes me with his lips.
“Every time I look at one of your fucking Instagram stories.” His kisses land harder, and he moves his hands up to grab my breasts in the process. “You make me want you so fucking much.”
He moves his lips from mine, trailing kisses from the middle of my neck down to my breasts. Circling each nipple with his tongue first before softly biting each one, making me faintly moan his name.
“Oh, you like that?” He asks in a low tone. My eager whimpers have him moving further down my stomach, his kisses landing at the waistline of my skirt. So close, but so far from where I want his touch.
“I need to taste you, Thalia.” His deep grey orbs look up at me through his thick lashes. “Right here, right now.”
I nod, as if I suddenly don’t know how to speak, my brain muddled from his intoxicating touch.
His wicked mouth curves up from under his thick beard as he lowers himself to his knees.
Rubbing his hands up the bottom of my calves up to my inner thighs.
I shiver at his touch and the feel of my fishnets moving against my skin.
My legs fall open at his exploration, my mind consumed with chasing the feeling he gives, and my already short skirt leaves nothing to the imagination.
His hands grab the fabric near my inner thighs, the closer he comes to my center.
I can feel his hot breath on my skin as he moves in closer.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growls and rips my fishnets, leaving a big enough space to slowly move the tips of his fingers over the black lace material of my thong. His eyes are fierce, piercing mine as he pushes the thin material aside. Shit, that was...that was so hot, I can't even fucking think straight.
His fingers move over the sensitive parts of me slowly, teasing me, making me want him even more.
His eyes move back from his hands to me.
“Is this what you want, Sweetheart?” He moves his fingers over my clit, making me wet just for him.
Pressing harder to see my reaction. I moan again at his touch.
He begins moving slowly in circular motions. “I can’t hear you, Thalia,” he teases.
“Y-yes, please,” I answer in between my heavy breaths.
“That’s my girl. I love it when you beg.
” He continues, moving a finger into my wet pussy.
He looks up when I whimper louder for him.
“Oh, there she is.” His finger moves in and out faster while his thumb circles my clit effortlessly, slickened by my arousal.
He braces his other hand on my inner thigh, squeezing harder.
“Relax, Sweetheart.” He pulls out of me, only to add another finger. “You think you can take another one for me?” His gaze returns to my face, waiting for my response.
“Yes. Please , don’t stop,” I plead quietly. My toes curl inside my boots.
“What’s that?” He asks. “I couldn’t hear you, Sweetheart. I need you to be louder for me.”
“Please,” I beg louder.
“Please, what? Tell me.”
“Don’t. Stop.” I move my hands through his messy, black waves, words fragmented from the glorious agony.
“I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
I watch as his hands move away from where I had hoped they would stay forever, wringing pleasure from me.
Instead, he advances closer, moving my legs further apart.
His lips plant kisses on the sensitive space between my legs in the middle of my thighs.
He looks intently as if planning his next move.
His tongue moves up and down, stopping at my clit.
His eyes meet mine as he runs his tongue over my most tender area.
My eyes roll back as his tongue moves in circles around my clit.
My legs burn as I try to keep them from collapsing inward, encasing Lee with my thighs.
“Fuck, Lee,” I let out beneath my breath. His hands squeeze my inner thighs as he moves his tongue faster .
“Oh, shit, Sweetheart,” he pauses to look up at me, “keep talking like that. I love it. ” He goes back down and continues what seems like his last meal and only stops when he feels my release go against his mouth. I can’t help but gawk at his gaze as my come glistens in his beard.
“Mmm,” he growls before he stands up and wipes his face with his forearm. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
Fuck, she looks so perfect right now. Her loose red curls hang around her perfect tits with strands plastered to the sides of her cheeks. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes.
“Fuck, I love how you look right now,” I tell her, standing between her legs.
Her whole body shudders as my hands run down the top of her hips.
I will never get used to the way she feels under my touch.
They reach in between her legs, grabbing the remainder of her fishnets and pulling them down to her ankles.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Sweetheart…” I say while pulling down the elastic band of my black boxer briefs down my thighs. “I’m going to fuck you, just like this. You’re going to wrap those pretty thighs around me.” She nods and watches me step out of the loose fabric on the floor.
She stares up at me with those big, hazel eyes of hers, and I know just what she wants.
I want to hear her say it. I want her to beg and plead for my dick.
“What do you want, Sweetheart?” I ask, grabbing my cock in my hands.
I stroke it slowly from the tip to the base, teasing her.
She bites her bottom lip as she watches me. Fuck, Thalia. You’re driving me crazy .
“Please,” she asks again with heavy breaths.
“Please, what Thalia?” I demand again.
“Please. Fuck me, Lee,” she pants.
“Fuck, I love that. Do you see how hard you make me?” I move myself closer, teasing her with my cock against her clit.
The way she moves her hips closer to meet me makes it twitch.
“Do you want this?” I ask, lining her wet clit over my dick.
I watch as her eyes fill with need. “Tell me you want it, Thalia.” I move in even closer with my lips barely touching hers.
“Tell me you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”
“Yes, I want it, Lee.” She grabs my dick and I push in deep, making both of us moan in unison.
“Ahh, shit, Thalia. Wrap your legs around me.” She feels just as I had imagined. So warm, wet, and tight for me.
“Is this what you pictured?” I ask with my lips barely touching the shell of her ear.
“Is this what you thought of when you fucked yourself to the sound of my voice?
" I move my hips slowly, enjoying every flicker of emotion that passes across her face as my cock fills her.
She interlocks her feet together, squeezing around my waist just like I asked—like the good girl she is.
The tips of her black nails dig through my skin, making crescent moon shapes on my biceps.
“Y-yes,” she answers. Her voice is muffled with her face buried in the crook of my neck.
“Tell me, Sweetheart,” I say through heavy breathing. “Is this better?” Each word punctuated by the thrust of my cock, our slick skin melding together with our passion.
“Yes!” She moans. Her head tilts towards the white ceiling. “So much. Better. ”
“ Look at me ,” I tell her. “I want to see your face when you come on my dick.” She does as I command. “That’s my girl.” I praise as I move my hips faster, matching the rhythm of our breathing.
“Look at you, taking every inch of me.” I groan, pushing deeper into her pussy.
I can feel her tighten around my length.
“Oh, fuck, you’re close.” I tease. I move in and out slowly.
“Do you want to come, Thalia?” She answers with a single nod.
“Answer me, Sweetheart. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours while my dick is inside of you.”
“Yes, Lee. Make me come. Please.” She sounds so fucking good when she begs.
“Fuck yeah, you do,” I respond by moving my hips faster and harder, keeping one of my hands next to her on the counter and the other one wrapped around her small waist.
“Come for me, Thalia. I want you to make a mess as you drip down my counter and on my dick.” The feel of her lips on my neck when she moans my name brings me so close to the edge.
“I want you to remember this,” I say in between thrusts.
“I want you to think about this next time you’re alone.
Instead of making yourself come to the sound of my voice, I want you to remember how I fucked you on my kitchen counter after I kissed every part of you. ”
She runs her hands through my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel her coming down my length to my naked thighs, now moaning louder while still clenching onto me.
“Ahh, fuck Thalia,” I groan in her ear. “I can feel you dripping down my cock.” I move in deeper and faster until I chase my release while still pushing myself deep inside her.
I stop moving with my arms wrapped around her waist, and her fingers entangle around my neck.
“God, you’re perfect,” I tell her while still inside of her.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?