“Lay back on the couch,” he tells me as he removes my shirt. I lay back on the couch and he’s on top of me before I know it. He covers my soft body with his much harder one. He’s all ripped muscles and hard plains to my soft curves and soft skin. His skin is so hot to the touch like his whole body has ignited from the inside out. I glide my hands up his sides, pushing his t-shirt up as I go. He helps pull it the rest of the way over his head. The feel of his hot chest against mine steals my breath and ability to think. He’s touching me everywhere. As he rolls to his side, he starts to push at my pants around my hips. I raise my hips slightly to help him as he removes them.
“Yoga pants are man’s greatest invention,” he mumbles against my lips. “The only thing better than yoga pants is yoga pants lying on the floor.”
His hands start to explore my legs, starting at my calves and roaming up to my thighs. Did someone turn up the heat? The room is stifling hot. My thighs are on fire, burned from his touch. He gets to the vee of my legs and starts to rub me through my panties.
“Your panties are so wet already,” he says as he breaks the kiss. “That is the sexiest damn thing ever.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” I confess, my voice is now heavy and breathy.
“I’ve been thinking about you too. Let’s take these things off, shall we?” He slides his hands around my hips and starts a deliciously slow decent of my panties. He throws them over his shoulder onto the floor and immediately covers me again with his body. He’s all lips and tongue and mouth, and I can’t seem to get enough of him. He starts to kiss down my chin, down my neck, down my torso. He pays extra attention to my breasts, first one, and then the other. His hands and mouth continue their travel south coming to my belly button. He kisses all the way around it, dipping his tongue inside a few times. I never knew my belly button could be so sensual and arousing, but man if it didn’t turn me on something fierce. His hands return to my breasts, his mouth now tracing the lines of the vee of my legs. I’m squirming and wiggling under his expert touch. I push my pelvis up into his body, urging him on.
He slides his fingers over my center, rubbing the wetness around. “You’re so wet. I love it.”
I can’t even form words. The feel of his hands on me is exquisite. He takes one of his long fingers and gently slides it inside me. His other hand continues the assault on my breasts, my nipples. He bends down, his mouth exploring my wetness. I moan as he adds a second finger and pushes them both in.
“I want to hear you come,” he says.
“I’m so close. God this feels so good.”
Just then he rubs that place deep inside me that makes me erupt faster than a bullet from a gun. I’m moaning his name over and over again as he continues to work me over with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. As I come down from the orgasm, he brings his lips back up to my mouth. I taste myself on his lips and tongue, turning me on all over again.
“You moaning my name is so fucking hot,” he breathes heavily against my mouth.
“Lie down and let me show you something else that’s hot.”
He gets up, allowing me to switch positions with him. As he lies back down and stretches out, he throws one arm casually over his head to rest on the top of the couch, other hand rests next to his leg. I reach up and unbutton his jeans, watching him as he takes in every one of my movements. I palm him through his jeans before I slowly slide the zipper down, giving them a little tug. He lifts his lower body up off the couch so I can pull his jeans the rest of the way down. He never takes his eyes off of my hands so I reach up and stroke him through his boxer briefs.
His eyes crash into mine. They’re all big and intense, and I can tell he’s close to slipping over the edge. I keep my eyes locked on his as I tug down his boxers, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. I reach forward and gently grab a hold of him. He’s so hot and hard. He closes his eyes and moans my name at my touch. I stroke him a few times and am rewarded by the glistening drops at the end of his shaft. I bend down and lick the wetness. Maddox about comes up off the couch, his entire body trembling.
“Holy shit! Babe, that feels so good,” he continues to moan.
I take him inside my mouth, using my lips and tongue to give him pleasure. I use my hand to gently pump up and down on his long, hard shaft. His hands weave into my hair, holding me, guiding me without being forceful. I glance up at him and his eyes are completely black, lost in the ecstasy of my mouth. I swallow him inch by inch, apply just enough suction with my mouth, and stroke him a little faster. He’s watching my actions, eyes blazing as I bring him close to orgasm. With a little more suction, Maddox reaches the peak and he comes forcefully in my mouth. He moans out my name, shaking as his orgasm starts to subside. I lap up all the wetness remaining on his shaft.