Page 56 of Beyond Expectations
His eyes never broke contact with mine.
Running my hands along his shoulders until I reached his collar, I unbuttoned his shirt. I could feel myself picking up the tempo and my need to be filled by him growing higher and higher. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, I got down on my knees and kissed his chest, working my way down to his slacks. As soon as I unbuckled his belt and opened his slacks, his hard cock sprang free through his briefs. Lifting his hips, he helped me pull both his briefs and slacks off at once. His erection was swollen, thick, and ready.
Sliding myself between his thighs, I rubbed my breasts against his cock, and then, as I took him between my lips, he let out a hiss of pleasure. It took some adjusting to fit him in my mouth comfortably and get into a good rhythm of licking and sucking, working both my mouth and hands. Tasting his pre-cum surged me on. I picked up my pace, savoring the taste of him along with the groans of pleasure that escaped his lips.
Suddenly, he pulled me back by my shoulders.
“Stop. I can’t come yet. It’s my turn to taste you now.”
Once again, he was lifting me, but instead of putting me on the bed, he placed me on the glass table in the corner.
The coldness of the glass against my burning-hot skin almost made me scream. This time, he kneeled as he spread my legs wide open. His lips licked and parted my folds. I was already soaking wet for him.
One hand kneaded my breast, the other gently rubbed circles over my clit before sliding first one and then two fingers in. I could feel my orgasm build and could no longer control the moans and cries of pleasure escaping me. He slipped in another finger, rubbing just that right spot and making me feel complete. His lips kissed and bit my inner thigh as his fingers worked to their own rhythm.
“You. Taste. So. Sweet. It. Is. True. What. They. Speak. The. Darker. The. Berry. The. Sweeter. The. Juice.”
He kissed me between every word.
My legs began to shake as waves of pleasure rushed through me. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my body exploded into a million pieces.
My eyes squeezed so tight they began to hurt.
“I love the feel of you squeezing my fingers tight as you come.”
My head sagged back as my body recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm.
“I am only getting started.”
It’s almost an evil promise. And I knew he meant every word.
He kissed his way up my body as he got to his feet.
My nipples felt sensitive as he grazed over them with his teeth. As he brought my mouth to him, I could taste my arousal on his tongue.
After sheathing himself with a condom, I felt him rubbing his cock along my wet cleft, lubricating himself. Inch by inch, he pushed into me before finally burying himself to the hilt. Once fully in, he waited a moment, allowing me to stretch and accommodate him. Starting with slow thrusts, he rocked into me. Urging him on, I didn’t want him to go slow.
“Harder… yes…”
That was all the direction he needed before he fucked me hard and deep. Our bodies grew slick with sweat. Once again, I felt the pressure building within. He was perfectly attuned to my body. The angle he was taking me perfectly rubbed against my G-Spot. I could do nothing more but hold on to his muscular, supple arms as I came once again screaming, knowing nobody could hear.
Still riding through my climax, I wasn’t aware that he lifted me, never breaking contact, still driving into me. I could feel the soft cotton of his sheets beneath me.
Draping one leg over his shoulder, he continued what now felt like leisurely torment.
As one orgasm rolled into another, my head became awash with pure pleasure.
His thrusts got more brutal, and I could feel he was near his own release.
Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sank deeper into me.
At the precipice of pleasure and pain, he buried himself balls deep and groaned deep from his chest as he cums.
My whole body felt numb. I winced as Rhett gently eased himself out of me.
I knew I’d feel it tomorrow.
His mouth captured mine, and his kiss was a complete contradiction to the rough, raw passion he’d just given me. It felt soothing and warm as our bodies were coming down from the spiral of pleasure we had just experienced. His hands softly caressed my skin.
