Applying for Pleasure(12)
She managed to lift her cunt against him—using the strength of her legs—and rubbed herself against his dick. The sparks of pleasure blinded her, and he tugged harder on her hair as he growled into her mouth.
"You're so hot, Ariel,” he whispered. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock."
She moved herself against him, building the desire once more, but John broke the kiss and pulled back completely.
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Chapter Six
John!
Did she even realize she'd screamed his name? Had she known it was him from the beginning, and did she know she was tied to his bed? By shouting his name, she had thrown him a curveball, and for the first time in years, he found himself shaken, not knowing how to react.
Too many conflicting emotions burned in his veins. He wanted to rip the pants from his body and fuck her hard, deep, until they both came together. He wanted to untie her other leg, placing both of her legs on his shoulders, while he sucked her hairless cunt until she came in his mouth. He wanted to rub his dick in her cream, luxuriating in her juices. The beast in him heated at the thought, and he steeled himself against the need to take her. He recognized it bordered on animalistic, the things he wanted to do to her, but at this moment he felt like an out-of-control animal, driven by desire, wanting to mate.
He found himself wanting to know everything about her, like her favorite color or favorite food. The level of his reaction to her surprised him. He didn't do relationships. One-night stands were what he did, and he never let anyone get too attached. But he'd known from the beginning, she was different, inciting an elemental heat within him, he'd never felt before.
John forced himself to pull back from her, still shocked that she'd said his name. Somewhere deep within him, he'd hoped she'd realize she wasn't being fucked by some random Capture Inc. employee. It pleased him, stoked the fire burning for her.
"You're so fucking hot,” he growled as he struggled to control his thirst for her. He didn't want this night over too soon, and he was hanging on by a mere thread. The lips of her pussy glistened with her cream. He needed to taste her, the hunger for her gnawing at his gut.
He untied her other leg and maneuvered himself on the bed, bringing both of her legs over his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, her scent going to his head, hardening his dick further. Oh, he'd give anything to feel her lips around his cock, slowly licking, building the intensity of his orgasm, before he shot his load down her throat.
The idea of her sucking him dry heated his hunger for her. But he needed to taste her first. She amazed him, and at the same time, the intensity of what he felt for her stunned him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt lust like this for someone.
"Ariel, I need you.” He put emphasis on the word need, hoping she instinctively realized that this night wouldn't be it for him. But he couldn't say the words now, for fear of scaring her off.
His hands tightened around her outer thighs as he lifted her to his mouth. He placed a kiss on her pussy before running his tongue along the lips. She moaned, arching herself closer, her liquid spilling into his mouth. He growled at the taste of her essence. Her flavor caused his balls to tighten as heat skidded down his spine. He could come from sucking her alone, and he reined in the need to spill his seed in his pants by a mere thread.
He fucked her with his tongue as the pulses of her orgasm moved through her. A bolt of white-heat traveled through him, and he couldn't remember another time where he felt such hunger to the point it overrode everything else. John simply could not wait any longer. Savage need tore through him and compelled him to rise from between her legs. He ditched his pants and donned a condom within seconds before settling between her thighs. He wrapped his hands around his cock and guided it to her opening.
"Ariel, you are more than what I thought this would end up being.” He ended the remark by pushing the head of his dick into her flaming cunt. His words didn't convey exactly how he felt at this moment, not just physically connected to her, but in some elemental way he wanted to possess her physically and emotionally. He held still, trapped in a supernova ecstasy that had him savoring the fierce heat of her. Even through the condom, he could feel how hot she was.
He was nearing forty, and he had been convinced he'd never find perfection such as this.
John rubbed her clit, maintained his still position as she sobbed and arched underneath him.
"Please, please fuck me,” she whispered, lifting her hips from the bed in an attempt to force his dick deeper.
The lust which set fire to his blood, overrode his intentions of waiting, of savoring this forever. He complied with her demand and thrust into her tight pussy in one hard glide. She cried out, trembling beneath him, and he took a second to control the sizzling urge to rut on her, fucking her until they both came. Her cunt lips were swollen, parted, gripping his dick with her wet, ripe flesh glistening with her arousal.