Whispered Confessions #2
I smile against her lips before I turn us, flipping her onto the bed and then pulling my shirt off, tossing it aside before I make quick work of her top; she’s already shimmying out of her pants, her eyes never leaving mine.
I undo the drawstring on my sweatpants and remove them, seeing her eyes darken with desire.
I see the shift in her, the hunger and desire merging with love and happiness.
“There’s my girl,” I murmur, my eyes dragging over her body appreciatively, making my cock twitch.
She smiles, a dangerous, seductive smile as she gets on her knees and helps get rid of my pants faster. My boxers follow, and her eyes dip to my dick. She licks her lips as she wraps her hand around it, but before she can get any further, I gently take hold of her wrist.
“Tonight’s all about you, Darling.”
“I want it to be about us,” she whispers. “And I want to.”
I smirk as I take hold of her chin, kissing her. “A queen always comes before her king, so tonight, let me treat you like the queen you are.”
I pin her to the bed as I begin trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I flick her nipple teasingly, making her whimper as I pepper heated kisses down her stomach, parting her legs.
“Fuck…” she moans, her back arching the moment I part her pussy. She’s fucking perfect…
I flick my tongue over her entrance, tasting her; she’s sweet and dangerously addictive.
She moans as I continue my assault on her clit, her body reacting to every stroke, and her hand finds its way into my hair as she moans and writhes beneath me as I set the pace.
I keep going, knowing exactly what works for her, the exact pressure that she loves.
She whimpers beneath me, and I slip two fingers into her soaking pussy.
She lets out a moan of pure ecstasy as she coaxes me to keep going. “Harder, baby – faster, oh fuck! Jayce… that’s it, fuck right there!”
A few moments later, as her juices squirt out of her, my fingers hit her G-spot with every thrust, and with a few more flicks of my tongue, she comes undone, her aura surging around her as she lets out a moan of pure ecstasy.
I slide my fingers out, gripping her thighs before I plunge my tongue into her core, licking up her juices until she pulls me back, breathing hard.
There’s a hunger in her eyes, almost desperate, as she cups my face and kisses me as she pulls me up.
Fuck me, Jayce, she murmurs through the mind-link, her other hand running over my dick, sending pleasure surging through me.
As you command, Darling, I respond, my lips never leaving hers, my tongue claiming hers.
She moans against me as she guides me to her entrance.
For a moment, I pull back, memorising the look on her face in this moment before I slowly thrust into her, exhaling slowly as pleasure and heat spread through me.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I begin moving, one hand braced on the bed, the other gripping the back of her head as I kiss her again, picking up speed with every thrust, and soon she’s moving her hips to match my rhythm, one hand on my hip, her other on my shoulder; only the sound of our skin colliding and our breathless moans fills the room.
“Harder, fuck, harder!” she whimpers, and I oblige, pounding into her. And I take a moment to observe her, making sure she’s ok.
“If you need me to slow down, let me know,” I murmur huskily. My eyes drop to her parted lips and her bouncing tits.
She shakes her head, her cheeks flushed. “No. That’s it. Fuck me like I’m your dirty little whore.”
My eyes darken, my jaw clenching, not because I see her as one, but for what she’s asking. Trusting me entirely.
“As you wish, Darling,” I murmur as I pull out and flip her onto all fours. I position myself behind her, one arm locking around her waist, the other settling on her hip as I slam into her, gritting my teeth as I let out a guttural growl.
“Fuck…” she whimpers. I begin moving, feeling her satisfaction, her approval, her pleasure – all of it. I keep my grip on her firm, making sure she doesn’t buckle under the pressure.
I may be fucking her hard, but my arm around her waist is gentle, making sure she’s ok. I move my other hand from her hip and grab her breast.
“I’m close,” she moans. So am I, but I’m doing my best to fucking hold back the release that is building inside of me, wanting her to come undone for me.
I pull her upright, sinking my teeth into her neck, causing her orgasm to tear through her as I let go, my release shooting strings of cum into her.
A few more sharp thrusts and I pull out, breathing hard, my entire body still tense from the force of it.
I hold her up against me for a moment, not trusting her legs to hold her, before I drop onto my side and pull her with me, keeping her close as she lies there trembling, her breath uneven against my chest.
“Are you ok?” I ask quietly.
She turns her head, looking up at me with those dark, satisfied eyes, her cheeks flushed and her body completely relaxed against mine. “More than ok…”
“Good,” I murmur, brushing my hand down her side. “I was a tad worried, although you asked for it.”
She shakes her head, a blush coating her cheeks. “Who, me?” She feigns innocence. I smirk, lean down, and kiss the top of her head.
“You’re far from innocent, Darling,” I murmur.
“How dare you? I’m a good girl,” she says with a spark of amusement.
I raise an eyebrow, lifting my hand to cup her jaw.
“Good Girl? Where was that good girl when she was begging me to fuck her like a whore?” I ask.
Her cheeks burn instantly, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she tilts her chin up, eyes glimmering with that dangerous little spark of defiance that’s still pretty new to me.
“She was being good for you,” she whispers.
Fuck. Me.
My jaw tightens as I stare down at her, because she knows exactly what she’s doing. Even exhausted, even trembling, she still knows how to push every part of me until I’m fighting myself all over again.
“Careful,” I warn softly.
“Or what?” she challenges me.
“Or neither one of us is sleeping tonight,” I warn quietly.
“Sounds like a plan then,” she counters before she leans up and claims my lips before I can even reply.