Fated(10)

“Do you like what you see, Josephine?”

I didn't answer him. Instead, I crawled across the bed and raised up on my knees to rest my trembling hands against his chest. My palms were flat as they slid down his lean torso and wrapped around his hardened shaft. Leaning down to kiss his chest, I laved my tongue from his nipple to his collarbone and savored the spicy taste of his skin. I slowly ran my nose against his neck and stopped to run my tongue over the shell of his ear. His hands grasped my face and dragged my lips back to his, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was all-consuming. My hands increased their speed in response to him, gently stroking the entire length of his cock from base to tip.

When he wrenched his mouth away, I didn't resist as his hands roughly pushed me to my back again. He slowly inched his way onto the bed, his mouth and hands trailing up my stomach to caress the curve of my breast. He pressed against me at the same time his wet mouth circled one of my nipples. He sucked hard and lifted his hips away when I tried to grind against him. His teeth nibbled across my shoulder and against my throat until his lips met mine, his mouth demanding and greedy.

Stefan's fingers drifted over the front of my panties, my hips bucking against his hand as they moved across the hot wetness that had soaked through the fabric. My head arched back against the bed as his mouth lowered to nip at my exposed neck.

“So impatient. ” He continued to brush his mouth over my throat and neck, alternating between kissing and licking my skin. One of my hands moved between us to stroke the length of his cock again. I moaned loudly when I felt the satiny hardness jerk in response to my touch.

A low growl escaped his chest as his large hand grasped my face. His thumb gently stroked across my cheekbone before he kissed me with more force than he had before. He pulled my tongue deeper into his mouth as his other hand inched down my stomach to roughly grip my hip. His fingers wrapped around the side of my panties and he impatiently ripped the fabric away with a quick snap of his wrist, his hands stroking the outside of my wet pussy. My breathing was coming in ragged pants, growing louder each time his fingers grazed against my swollen clit.

He lifted his lips from mine to kiss his way back down to my sensitive breasts, rolling his tongue around each nipple until they hardened into tight peaks.

“You have no idea how desirable you are. Or how long I have waited to see you like this,” Stefan whispered. His mouth resumed its path down my body at a remarkably slow pace. His lips drifted down my stomach and continued their descent until he made his way down to my hips. His large hands grasped the inside of my thighs, pressing them open as wide as possible. His tongue darted out to lick across his lower lip when he saw my wet sex completely open and ready for him. He expertly maneuvered his broad shoulders between my legs.

“Fucking beautiful,” Stefan whispered, placing an open mouthed kiss against my clit. His lips moved to kiss the inside of each thigh all the way to the crease on the side of my folds, tracing his tongue along the same path. He took one long lick from my entrance to return to my clit, swirling his tongue hungrily around it.

“Josephine,” he murmured against me softly. My eyes flickered to focus on him and his blue eyes were watching me, hooded and dark. I arched against him, moaning from the combination of his eyes watching me and the feeling of his talented mouth against me. My hands frantically grasped at the covers and my head thrashed against the pillow.

He had unlocked a part inside of me that was ravenous and starving to simply feel.

I don't think a coherent word escaped my lips as his mouth ravaged me. He let me writhe under his ministrations. My hips bucked against his face, pulling him in closer as his tongue dove into me without any mercy. He used both of his thumbs to hold me open and to press against my clit. He replaced his tongue with two of his long fingers, slowly sliding them inside of me.

“I do not know if I can stop,” Stefan moaned against me, his fingers rhythmically curling up against my slick walls. I instinctively clenched around them, encouraging him to continue.

“Don't stop,” I replied brokenly. “Ever. Please.”

He hesitated for a moment and I couldn't help but notice a brief glimmer of emotion flicker across his face. His movements were sensual as he pressed his body against mine, slipping one of his hands between us to guide his hard cock into me at an almost agonizingly slow pace, giving me time to adjust to his size.

When he was fully sheathed inside of me, he stopped for a moment. He pulled back and plunged back in, his thrusts shallow.

“Stefan, I need you to fuck me.. I can't..I need you,” I begged hoarsely and clutched desperately at his arms. I felt desire clawing at me, hot and sharp. My hips bucked uncontrollably against him, willing him to move faster and deeper.