Dances with Monsters(177)

His hands slid up the sides of her thighs as she moved, rocking back and forth on him. He gripped down, tighter than he'd meant to, as she hissed in reply. But when he immediately lightened his hold, her hands fell on top of his and moved them back to where they were, encouraging him to resume his grip on her.

"Shit, Drew," he murmured, unable to look away from her hips moving on top of him. His hands moved up her thighs and around the back to grip her bottom in both hands. He wanted to be inside her in the worst way. He slipped a hand around to her front and touched her gently, already feeling her slicked with her own moisture. He stroked his thumb over her and she shivered again under his touch. Before he could repeat the action, she moved off of his hips and took the elastic waistband of his underwear in her hands and tugged down, freeing him.

He could hardly believe his eyes when she straddled his legs and hovered over his groin, her long hair trailing along his stomach. She met his eyes before the tip of her tongue passed between her lips and slid up his shaft toward his tip. His length jerked in response to the sensation. She licked around his tip again, using the flat of her tongue. He let out a sharp exhale and a soft string of whispered curses when, at once, she sucked the head of length into her mouth and gripped it tightly with her cheeks. Her mouth was warm and wet, as though she'd been salivating for him.

He couldn't look away or utter a sound when her head started moving, side to side and up and down as she worked his length with her mouth. One of her hands came up from where it rested on his thigh and gripped the base of his member, swirling slowly and tightly around his shaft as she bobbed her head to take him deeper in her mouth. He couldn't believe the sensations she was evoking, and the sight of her working on him was almost too much to bear.

When he felt his tip slide past her tonsils, he ran a hand through her hair and tugged gently, letting her know to stop. He watched as she sat up slowly, swiping the back of one hand over her lips, before reaching out and taking her by the waist, pulling her up to straddle over him again. His eyes were riveted on her hips as she hovered over him. A moment later, the sensation of his head parting her and sliding up into her hot depths, after the attention he'd received from her mouth, almost undid him but he clenched his jaw and helped her bob up and down on him slightly as she took more of his length with each downward thrust. She gasped softly at the feeling. Her hands scrambled to him as he pushed her tank top upward; she pulled it the rest of the way over her head. He lifted his hips off the bed, ignoring the burst of pain in his ribs from the effort, and she squealed as he entered her fully, buried deep inside her. Her hand unconsciously floated to her lower abdomen as though she could feel him in her stomach.

He slipped his hands up her stomach to graze her breasts, her nipples prominent from her arousal and growing harder under his touch. Drew placed her hands over his on her breasts and began to move, her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly as she rolled her hips forward on him. He could feel every ridge of her walls sliding over him, around him, and her wetness coated his length wonderfully. He was buried inside her, their hips flush against one another as she pushed her hips forward on him.

His hands slipped back to her waist before separating; one gripped her bottom in one hand while the other slipped around to her front to stroke her again. She moaned, deep in her throat, and leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs as she continued to move. The positioning and angle somehow made her tighten around him, and his fingers stopped moving for one brief second as his jaw clenched and he tilted his head back into his pillow.

"Don't stop," she whined softly and he quickly began to stroke her again as her hips picked up speed. He gripped a fistful of the soft flesh of her backside in one hand and slid his fingers over tiny, hardening pearl at the top of her core, slicking it in her moisture and wishing it was in his mouth instead. As he felt her walls starting to tighten around him and flutter, he felt the hard peak of her center swell up and then she was exploding around him, from the inside and the outside, and he felt more wetness and could only watch as she shivered and moaned, her nails digging into his thighs. He lay still, waiting as she slowed the movement of her hips to collect herself. When she looked down at him, he swore he saw her eyes glow in the darkness and then she was riding him, really riding him, hard. Her hips lifted and pounded down on him as her fingers moved to his chest. His hands moved all over her, from her hips to her bottom and up and down her back, wanting to feel all of her smooth skin under his rough hands as she thrust down on him, over and over.

She leaned forward until her breasts were in his face and he slid his hands up her torso to cup them, pulling one into his mouth as he squeezed the other. He could only focus on the taste of her flesh and feeling of her tight core squeezing around him, up and down him, over and over. He was barely aware that she was trembling around him and keening out wordlessly when he felt his length reach its maximum hardness the instant before it broke deep inside her. He growled low in his chest and squeezed her harder than he meant to as he thrust his head back into the pillow, feeling himself throb out his seed into her hot, wet depths as tidal waves of pleasure rolled over him, rippling out over his skin like a pebble in a lake.