“You taste like heaven.” The words blew air onto my throbbing sex, cool under the warm bliss of his mouth. Christ, his mouth. His tongue traveled the same path, up and down, sucking and devouring. Nothing was teasing about how he ate me. I was perilously close to coming now, rocking into his motions wantonly.
“Do you want to come with me inside you, baby? You want something to crush down on when I push you over?” He slid a single finger inside me, just enough to remind me what I was missing.
I nodded quickly, my voice effectively replaced by the breathing I could no longer control. I wanted that. I wanted every intensely erotic moment his beautiful mind could think up. Without another word, he stood. He tugged off his shirt and unfastened his belt.
The sound it made slipping through the loops sent a fiery tingle over my skin. I bit my lip and arched slightly. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he undid his jeans and pushed them down his thighs with his boxers, revealing his hard, gorgeous, and very ready cock.
“Admit it.”
I shifted my focus to his face, as breathtaking as every other part of him. I frowned.
“Admit that you like the belt.”
My teeth dug into my lower lip a little harder. The pain, the sweet edge of desire.
“I know you do.” He laughed. “Your pussy gets impossibly wet every time. You don’t really have to admit it, because I already know. Your body gives you away. But I’d love to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
The memory of the leather smarting my skin elicited a physical response beyond anything I could comprehend. For all the fears I’d faced, through little fault of my own, I did like the things we’d done. I couldn’t think of a single thing I hadn’t liked, or hadn’t fucking loved for that matter. I wanted to be pushed. I wanted that edge. Maybe that was twisted, and maybe nothing about it made sense to the rest of the world, but he was right. I liked it, and it was useless to deny it. My lips twisted into a small smile. “I do.”
He stood above me, grinning devilishly. “I think I caught myself a little deviant. A smart and beautiful little deviant. I knew you were perfect for me, and you keep proving me right.”
I widened my smile. “I like your hand better though. I like when you can feel the sting too, and when you stop to grab me and touch me there.”
He groaned and palmed his erection, pumping the rigid length. “I wasn’t planning on spanking you tonight, but you’re making me want to bend you over my desk right now.”
“That could be arranged.” I gazed at him through hooded eyes. I was getting ready to beg for it when he lowered between my legs. When he came over me, the silk contact of our warm bodies sliding over each other was almost too much. I sucked in a breath, and he caught the lower lip I had trapped earlier. Sucking it into his mouth, he traced his tongue over the swollen flesh.
“I don’t want to punish you, baby. I want to reward you. I want to spend hours making you come for me. Again”—he lowered his lips to my neck—“and again”—sucking a path down to my shoulder—“and again, until you beg me to stop.”
I clenched, all too aware of how close to the edge he’d already taken me.
“I’m begging you right now...to start. Let me come, Blake, please.”
“I will. How do you want it? Slow?”
I arched into his mouth as he lowered to my breast. Circling the taut point with his tongue, he sucked and pulled.
He gazed up at me. I shook my head.
“Fast?” Turning his attention to the other, he lavished the same treatment until I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“Rough?”
He caught the tip between his teeth and his fingers found my wet heat again. He slipped two fingers in, twisting slowly. He bit down gently on my nipple, and I shuddered and clenched.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
He released and moved up my body again. “Your body tells me everything I need to know, baby. Now I’m going to give you everything you want.”
When the hot crown of his head pressed into me, I thought I might die from the sweet overwhelming relief of it. He pushed in easily, and my breath left me with a groan. I was losing my grip on reality far too quickly. Rooted there, he churned his hips. The possessive motion did little for my sanity. Then he kissed me everywhere, my face, my shoulders, my neck.
“Blake, please, let me touch you. I need to.”
His body deeply seated in mine, I recognized the vulnerability in his eyes when he nodded. I brought my hands down, the muscles in my shoulders aching from the posture. He unclasped the bracelets, freeing me quickly. The second he did, I shoved a hand through his hair and pulled him down to my mouth for a heated kiss.
As if that one gesture were a green light to fuck me out of my mind, he caught my hip and drove into me. Deep, powerful thrusts that pushed me up the couch until his other hand pressed again the armrest. The leverage allowed him to fuck me even harder, claim me ever deeper.
“This what you want, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “God, yes.” I raked my nails down his sides, wanting to mark him. I gripped his hips between my thighs, hastening his movements over me. I needed to feel him, us together, everything disappearing in the blissful way it could this way.
“I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you… Erica...God, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I trembled, the depth of his penetration sending waves of pleasure like electricity through my body. I was lost in the sensation. I gripped his hair by the roots, my sex crushing down around him. Everything crashed down. Every wall, all my pride. Nothing mattered except this...
Without warning he rose up on his knees. He caught my ankles, placed them on his shoulders. With his next thrust, I went into orbit. He was so deep.
He slipped his hand between us and teased tight circles over my clit. Colors flew behind my eyes. I started to slip. The orgasm so close I could taste it. I could feel it down to my fingertips and all the way to my toes.
“Blake.” His name flew out of my mouth like a plea.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Hard!” I screamed, the climax already ripping through me. My back bowed off the couch completely, my muscles spasming beyond my control.
With a fierce growl, he dug into the flesh of my hips. With both hands, he shoved me down onto his cock and fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked in my life. His cock lengthened inside me, hitting my core in the delicious way that it always did seconds before he came.
“Do you want to come with me inside you, baby? You want something to crush down on when I push you over?” He slid a single finger inside me, just enough to remind me what I was missing.
I nodded quickly, my voice effectively replaced by the breathing I could no longer control. I wanted that. I wanted every intensely erotic moment his beautiful mind could think up. Without another word, he stood. He tugged off his shirt and unfastened his belt.
The sound it made slipping through the loops sent a fiery tingle over my skin. I bit my lip and arched slightly. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he undid his jeans and pushed them down his thighs with his boxers, revealing his hard, gorgeous, and very ready cock.
“Admit it.”
I shifted my focus to his face, as breathtaking as every other part of him. I frowned.
“Admit that you like the belt.”
My teeth dug into my lower lip a little harder. The pain, the sweet edge of desire.
“I know you do.” He laughed. “Your pussy gets impossibly wet every time. You don’t really have to admit it, because I already know. Your body gives you away. But I’d love to hear the words come out of your mouth.”
The memory of the leather smarting my skin elicited a physical response beyond anything I could comprehend. For all the fears I’d faced, through little fault of my own, I did like the things we’d done. I couldn’t think of a single thing I hadn’t liked, or hadn’t fucking loved for that matter. I wanted to be pushed. I wanted that edge. Maybe that was twisted, and maybe nothing about it made sense to the rest of the world, but he was right. I liked it, and it was useless to deny it. My lips twisted into a small smile. “I do.”
He stood above me, grinning devilishly. “I think I caught myself a little deviant. A smart and beautiful little deviant. I knew you were perfect for me, and you keep proving me right.”
I widened my smile. “I like your hand better though. I like when you can feel the sting too, and when you stop to grab me and touch me there.”
He groaned and palmed his erection, pumping the rigid length. “I wasn’t planning on spanking you tonight, but you’re making me want to bend you over my desk right now.”
“That could be arranged.” I gazed at him through hooded eyes. I was getting ready to beg for it when he lowered between my legs. When he came over me, the silk contact of our warm bodies sliding over each other was almost too much. I sucked in a breath, and he caught the lower lip I had trapped earlier. Sucking it into his mouth, he traced his tongue over the swollen flesh.
“I don’t want to punish you, baby. I want to reward you. I want to spend hours making you come for me. Again”—he lowered his lips to my neck—“and again”—sucking a path down to my shoulder—“and again, until you beg me to stop.”
I clenched, all too aware of how close to the edge he’d already taken me.
“I’m begging you right now...to start. Let me come, Blake, please.”
“I will. How do you want it? Slow?”
I arched into his mouth as he lowered to my breast. Circling the taut point with his tongue, he sucked and pulled.
He gazed up at me. I shook my head.
“Fast?” Turning his attention to the other, he lavished the same treatment until I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“Rough?”
He caught the tip between his teeth and his fingers found my wet heat again. He slipped two fingers in, twisting slowly. He bit down gently on my nipple, and I shuddered and clenched.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
He released and moved up my body again. “Your body tells me everything I need to know, baby. Now I’m going to give you everything you want.”
When the hot crown of his head pressed into me, I thought I might die from the sweet overwhelming relief of it. He pushed in easily, and my breath left me with a groan. I was losing my grip on reality far too quickly. Rooted there, he churned his hips. The possessive motion did little for my sanity. Then he kissed me everywhere, my face, my shoulders, my neck.
“Blake, please, let me touch you. I need to.”
His body deeply seated in mine, I recognized the vulnerability in his eyes when he nodded. I brought my hands down, the muscles in my shoulders aching from the posture. He unclasped the bracelets, freeing me quickly. The second he did, I shoved a hand through his hair and pulled him down to my mouth for a heated kiss.
As if that one gesture were a green light to fuck me out of my mind, he caught my hip and drove into me. Deep, powerful thrusts that pushed me up the couch until his other hand pressed again the armrest. The leverage allowed him to fuck me even harder, claim me ever deeper.
“This what you want, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “God, yes.” I raked my nails down his sides, wanting to mark him. I gripped his hips between my thighs, hastening his movements over me. I needed to feel him, us together, everything disappearing in the blissful way it could this way.
“I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you… Erica...God, you have no idea what you do to me.”
I trembled, the depth of his penetration sending waves of pleasure like electricity through my body. I was lost in the sensation. I gripped his hair by the roots, my sex crushing down around him. Everything crashed down. Every wall, all my pride. Nothing mattered except this...
Without warning he rose up on his knees. He caught my ankles, placed them on his shoulders. With his next thrust, I went into orbit. He was so deep.
He slipped his hand between us and teased tight circles over my clit. Colors flew behind my eyes. I started to slip. The orgasm so close I could taste it. I could feel it down to my fingertips and all the way to my toes.
“Blake.” His name flew out of my mouth like a plea.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Hard!” I screamed, the climax already ripping through me. My back bowed off the couch completely, my muscles spasming beyond my control.
With a fierce growl, he dug into the flesh of my hips. With both hands, he shoved me down onto his cock and fucked me harder than I had ever been fucked in my life. His cock lengthened inside me, hitting my core in the delicious way that it always did seconds before he came.
