“Punish?” Her eyes locked on mine, lip caught between her teeth. “What kind of punishment?”
“Whatever I can think of to make you wither in pain and in pleasure.” I snaked a hand around her neck, holding her firmly as I touched our lips, kissing her slowly, tentatively, my dick sliding a little harder, a little deeper with each pass.
Her nails dug into my sides, her breath washing across my neck in desperate pants, and then finally I slipped in. And lost in her body, swimming with her soul, I fucking came alive.
With frantic thrusts, I clutched at her hips, rocking her against me as we worked a steady rhythm together. Her fingers grasped at my flesh, leaving fiery nail tracks in their wake. My teeth clung to her neck, sucking at the hollow and laving up the line of her throat before she was gasping and begging for more.
More of me.
More of us.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I think I was on the verge of losing my mind.
“Oh my God, that piercing,” she moaned. “Thank you Jesus for that piercing.”
Her words drove me on, sure I’d hit that button buried deep inside when her tight cunt quivered around my already sensitive cock.
“You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you with that piercing?” I dragged in and out, the sighs from her lips urging me on. “I love feeling how wet you are for me. My pussy wants to come, doesn’t it? You want to gush all over my thick cock, don’t you? I can’t wait to see your sexy face while you taste yourself on my cock. I’m going to have you every which way, precious. I’m going to own every sexy inch of you,” I husked, angling her hips so I could hit a deeper spot. “I’m going to tie you up and make you mine.” I placed a kiss on her mouth. “You make me want things I didn’t know I ever wanted before.”
I tugged at the long waves of her hair, pulling her head back to mine in a possessive kiss. She moaned against my lips, causing an orgasm to barrel through my spine. Holding myself taut over her, I emptied into her sexy little body, wishing for a split second that my seed would coat her unprotected womb and plant my baby right where it belonged.
Skylar and I tied together for life sounded pretty goddamn perfect right now.
My release ebbed, my cock not even starting to soften before my hands were massaging her scalp, slipping her over to straddle me bare on the couch. Planting kisses on her neck, chest, across those pert little nipples, I doused myself in her. I could overdose on her body and die a happy man.
“You’re like a drug, Skylar.” I hummed the words at her ear.
Her body arched, nipples puckering, before I planted my mouth on hers again.
I couldn't get lost in the words. I only had feelings to give to her, and we weren’t anywhere near done yet.
Fucking Skylar felt like touching a live wire. I’d never held much respect for words like love and forever, but if this was as close as I ever got to it, I’d know that for just one night I’d touched fire, and I’d lived to tell the tale.