Corps Security, The Series (1)(60)
He shifts closer, pressing his thick erection into my stomach. I let out another sharp gasp, not even realizing I was holding my breath this whole time. My nose fills with his hardy scent immediately. Mouthwatering. My nipples pebble and my heart is pounding.
His big, strong hands reach out and grab both of my small wrists. Slowly, oh so painfully slowly, he starts caressing his way up my arms, my skin breaking out in millions of tiny goose bumps along the way. When he reaches my shoulders, he brings his hands up, one going to the back of my neck, fingers lacing into my hair. The other travels up to the side of my face, holding my cheek and part of my neck tenderly. My body is on fire. The skin he touched is burning, and the overwhelming need to feel him has consumed my every fiber.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he whispers against my lips, bringing his head down the final few inches and finally crushing his lips to my own.
He nibbles and bites at my lower lip, tracing the same path with his tongue to soothe the ache before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling. My gasp of surprise opens my mouth long enough for his demanding tongue to work its way in. Desire is coursing through my veins, my heart is surely going to explode, and my soaked panties are going to melt off my body.
As our kiss continues, getting hotter by the second, he runs the hand holding my cheek down my back, his fingers gliding over the bandage on my spine before reaching my ass. With a firm hold, he pulls my body even further in to his own. There isn’t a single inch of my body not stuck to his. Turning my head to the side, he continues to lick and caress every solitary spot of my mouth. Our tongues are dueling together, both overcome with the feelings this kiss is provoking.
The hand behind my head follows the path his other hand just traveled, and when he reaches my ass, he flexes his fingers, digs both hands in, and lifts. Instinctively, I bring both my legs up and wrap them around his body, driving my core flush with his hard erection. Just what my body is craving, demanding to take what it needs.
I don’t realize we were moving until my back meets the cold wall. I break away from his mouth and push back a little. This does nothing but help rub my swollen pussy against his denim-covered cock. Biting back the moan, I look into his green eyes, so dark and hooded with desire.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I weakly try to protest. I want this. God, how I want this.
Right or wrong, this feels like heaven. Even chocolate is no match for the full body electric tingles that are shooting through my system. Every hair is standing on end, and my core is clenching with anticipation of the orgasm that is just within reach. God, please don’t let him take my comment seriously.
He brings his face back level with mine, rubbing my painfully neglected nipples against his shirt. I dig my hands into his sides, moaning again when I feel how solid and warm his hard body feels under my fingertips.
When he speaks, his words tingle my lips, reminding me of our kiss, making me groan all over and rock my pussy against his hard length.
He sucks in a deep pull before speaking, his voice thick with lust. “Oh, Princess, I can’t think of anything that we should be doing more. You feel that? You feel how fucking hard I am for you? I can feel your warm fucking cunt hugging my dick even through my goddamn pants. You are on fire for me.”
He brings his hips forward, rocking against me and supporting my body against the wall. We both moan, my head falling back and thumping against the wall. He brings his left arm under my ass and supports me while bringing his other hand up, running it along my hips, making me gasp when he tickles my sides on his way to my swollen breast. His fingertips brush softly against the swell of my breast before pulling the tank down and under, pushing my tits up high. He lightly runs his fingers down and circles around the barbell in my nipple; I am panting now and can feel my orgasm building.
When he pinches my still tender nipples between his thump and finger, I let out a soft cry, grinding down against his cock again. “Still sore?” he questions, sounding like he is standing at the end of a tunnel. “Hmm . . . can’t speak, huh, baby? Just think how good it will feel when I bury my cock deep inside that warm pussy, when I fuck you so hard you will feel me for days. Going to make you drown in pleasure, fuck you so good, so fucking good.” He drives that home with one more rock of his hips. I close my eyes, too overcome with everything he is doing to my body to even act like I understand.
His hand releases my breast, and right as I am ready to protest, I feel the warm heat of his mouth. His tongue traces the outline of my nipple, nips at the soft skin under my breast, and licks his way back up before closing his lips around my nipple and barbell, giving a hard pull.