As I settle back onto the floor, I'm met with a look from him that makes me almost combust.
The side of his lip curls into a mischievous grin, the blues of his eyes looking deeper, darker as he hovers over me.
I think he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. Instead, his lips find the side of my face. He trails a set of kisses from my cheek, across my jaw, and to my ear. Then he goes down my neck, drawing his tongue down my skin and then blowing on the wetness left behind.
I shiver, lifting my hips towards him.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he continues his kisses and licks over my breasts.
His assault is heavenly. He treats my body like it's a temple to be worshipped. Unrushed. Leisurely showing me how much he's enjoying this.
Propping back up so he's looking down at me, he smiles. "God, you're beautiful."
"You're going to make me blush," I giggle.
"I want to make you blush. And smile. And giggle like that. It's the best sound I've ever fucking heard. Well, maybe it is. There's one I'd like to compare it to."
He maneuvers himself so that his length sits at my opening. I can feel the head of his cock teasing me, promising to split me in two.
"Please," I beg, letting my knees fall to the side.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
He looks pleasantly startled. "I wasn't expecting such a dirty mouth on such a pretty girl," he jokes. "But I'd love to fuck you." He moves his hips so his cock dips just a little farther into me. "How hard do you want it?"
"Hard enough that I can't think of anything but you in the morning."
"Baby," he grins, "if I have my way, we'll still be doing it in the morning."
My response doesn't come fast enough. Any thoughts I had are pushed away by the sensation of him sliding inside me. It's a slow, sensual thrust, an inch of his rock-hard cock at a time gliding through my wetness.
His eyes are locked on mine, but I can't keep them open. If I do, I think they'll pop out from the surge of pressure vibrating through every piece of me.
Tilting my hips upward to meet his, he finally hits the back. Instead of pulling back and restarting the descent, he pauses. My body is full to the brim, stretched to a point that it's almost, but not quite, uncomfortable.
I exhale a breath and open my eyes. He's still watching me.
"Does that feel okay? You're so tight, sweetheart," he says quietly.
"It feels incredible," I tell him. I cup his face in my hands and lose myself in his eyes. "Move. Please."
He pulls back in the same, slow way he entered me before rocking his hips forward and filling me once more. With every push, then pull, I'm built higher and higher.
He moves from kissing me to caressing my breasts to kissing me again. My ankles lock behind his waist once more. He lifts my ass so that my shoulder blades are all that is touching the floor. His fingers dig into my hips, searing the flesh in the best possible way, as he guides my body on and off of his cock.
I feel the burn in my core, the flame taking on a life of its own. It spreads through my thighs, down my legs, through my stomach and up, up, up to my face.
"Ford," I cry out, meeting him thrust for thrust, "I'm going to come. I can't take this much longer. Ah!"
He slams into me harder, the head of his dick pounding the back of my vagina. It's relentless. Unyielding. And absolutely wonderful.
"Ford!" I almost scream as streaks of color swim over my vision. The flames inside me burn like a raging wildfire, and before I can say another word, an orgasm tears through me without warning.
My legs stiffen as I'm assaulted with the hardest, most spectacular climax of my life. My teeth clench, my body shakes, as Ford's thumb massages my clit in smooth, small circles.
He continues sliding in and out until, as I'm coming back to Earth, he pulls out. His come sprays across my body, the warm liquid dotting my breasts and stomach.
I'm too tired to care, but not too tired to watch.
He's so undeniably sexy with his head thrown back, mid-moan, his Adam's apple popped in his throat. He grunts, my name laced in the sounds of his desire.
Finally, his hands drop to the side and his face pulls forward, grinning. "You okay?"
"I don't know," I say, pretending to consider the question. "You may have to do that one more time just to be sure."
"I'd be happy to help you figure that out," he laughs. "But I did realize I wasn't wearing a condom," he says, like he's feeling me out to see if I'm angry or cool with it. "I have one in my wallet, but I . . . I honestly forgot about it."