I expected him to demand I return the favor, suck him to hardness again, but instead he lay against the pillows on his side, pulled me to him and wrapped me up in his arms. Both arms went around me like steel bands, crushing me against his body. I smelled him, felt him, felt his heat and the softness of his skin…
And then he cupped my face and tilted my mouth to his and kissed me.
Slowly.
Deeply.
Thoroughly.
He fucked me with his mouth as intimately and deliriously as he was going to fuck my pussy. I moaned, because how could I not? His tongue was plundering the cavity of my mouth, tangling with my tongue and tracing my teeth, and I was safe and warm locked in his powerful arms. He had one hand on my cheek, fingers brushing past my ear and his thumb under my jaw, directing the kiss, and his other arm was tucked under the hollow where my hip dipped in to my waist, and his hand was splayed across my ass, fingers dimpling the flesh, clutching, pawing, kneading, exploring the expanse and curve of each globe in turn. And god, why was that simple touch so fucking erotic? All he was doing was caressing my ass, but it sent thrills through me, made my hips push against his body, forced my thighs to open and accept his leg between them in a poor excuse for what I really wanted: his cock, erect and inside me.
But he was in no hurry.
He kissed me with artistry and passion, cupping my face and exploring my ass at the same time. How long did we lay there, on his bed, wrapped up in each other, just kissing? I had no idea. Forever. All day. All night. Or maybe just a few minutes. Not long enough, surely. His kiss was intoxicating, his touch like fire on my skin.
And then I felt his cock thickening against my hip and belly. I brought my hand to his face, caressed his rough stubble and put all of myself into the kiss, gave back, tasted his tongue, sucked his breath into my lungs. I had to. I couldn’t not. You don’t get kissed like that and not give it back. It leaves you delirious, wild. There was a tumult deep inside me, a crazy rush of emotions I didn’t dare examine, so I shoved them all deep down and focused on the taste of his lips and the feel of his stubble under my palm, and then I wedged my other hand between our bodies and found his cock.
He hissed between his teeth as I fondled him, feeling him hardening in my hand. “Your touch is like magic, Dru. I don’t know what it is you do to me, but just your hand on my cock makes me crazy.”
“Fuck me, Sebastian.” I whispered this against his lips. “I need your cock inside me so fucking bad.”
8
Sebastian
Holy shit, her voice as she begged me for my cock? Her eyes? She was trembling, shivering, her thighs quaking around my leg. I’ve always been blessed with a refractory period as short as my cock is big, but something about Dru had me hard as steel faster than ever, and now she was begging me for it?
“Yeah?” I rolled away from her, tugged open my nightstand drawer and ripped a condom free from the string. “How bad?”
She snatched the condom from me, shoved me to my back, and tore the packet open, tossed it aside with the rubber in one hand. She fiddled with it for a second, figuring out which way it rolled, then gripped my cock at the base and rolled the condom onto me in a hand-over-hand movement, which had me stifling a groan.
“So fucking bad I’m crazy with it, Sebastian. Please.” She said this as she slid her thigh over my hips and sat astride me. “You promised you could make me forget. So I’m begging you, please, take it all away.”
She braced her hands on my chest, and her loose auburn-red hair draped around my face and onto my shoulders, and her weight was an arousing promise of what was about to happen. I reached between us, gripped my cock with one hand and fingered her opening with the other. I guided the head of my cock to her slit.
Nudged almost but not quite in, so the head was splitting her pussy open but it wasn’t quite inside her. I let go, caught her hips to keep her from sliding down on me before I was ready. She leaned forward, the tips of her tits brushing my chest, and her eyes were the hottest wild blue. I needed to be inside her as badly as she needed me inside her, but I wanted to savor this. Burn the memory into my mind. Sear it into hers.
“Like this?” I teased.
“No,” she murmured. “Deeper.”
I let go of her hips. Cupped her tits and leaned up to bite her lower lip, drew it out and let go. Her eyes flared open as I pinched her nipples, then went heavy-lidded as I flexed my hips to tease my cock a little deeper.
“Yeah…” she whimpered. “Like that. Deeper.”
I gripped her hips again and guided her to flutter up and down shallowly on the head of my dick. Teasing us both. Making myself absolutely crazy with it. I could feel her, feel that sweet cunt wrapped tight around my cock, and it wasn’t enough, I needed deeper, needed to fill her, needed to claim her pussy as mine, mine, needed to slam deep and feel her thighs quake around me as she came.