He frowns but then presses his lips to my lower abdomen as his breath heats my skin.
"We don't have to do this?" he asks while kissing lower, just above my most intimate area.
My breath hitches, my body stiffens, and then I shake my head. "No."
His lips go lower, grazing my sex before kissing the highest point of my inner thigh.
"Or this?"
"No," I shakily release, my hands tangling in his hair.
I feel his smile against my inner thigh and then he finally pushes his scandalous lips against that spot of my body he commands too well.
"Or this?"
My back arches as his daring tongue begins to own me, claiming me its victim. My hands tangle tighter in his hair as I feel the glorious expert going to work. The bar in his tongue becomes a tool of ecstasy as he continues to twist and turn it in all the right ways. My grip on his hair tightens with one hand while my other clutches the sheet beneath me.
Instead of answering his rhetorical question, I moan softly, making his pace quicken as he grips my hips to steady my convulsing reaction. He swirls his tongue in a way that forces my head to pop up and then flop back down. My whole body reacts to his touch, silently screaming out in erotic pleasure.
My legs slide up, but he keeps my hips pinned beneath his hold, forcing me to revel in his divine touch. I lose my grip on his hair when I use both to grip the sheet beneath me, hearing the fabric tear in my grasp.
It fuels his rhythm, his possessive touch only burning more as I become his for the moment. Powerless to move, I'm forced to endure the ecstasy to the point it almost hurts in the best possible way.
I cry out when it becomes too much, and then his wet kisses stroll back up, finding my breasts and teasing them lightly before he comes to rest his bare body against mine. I'm not sure when his pants came off, but I'm glad they're gone.
I reach for the part of him I want to feel the most, but he pulls back, a devilish smile quirking up. I reach again, this time connecting, and his eyes shut as he moans lightly, enjoying my touch as I slide my hand up and down.
His lips find mine as my amateur skills go to work. That glorious tongue explores my mouth the way it did my lower half, and then he jerks my hand away before surging into me with a powerful thrust.
A pathetic cry hoarsely escapes through my lips from the suddenness of his attack, and he thrusts in harder in response.
He pins my hands above my head as he becomes a dominant force - one I can't help but feel erotically drawn to. He holds my two hands in his one, and his free hand grips me under my rear to jerk me against his violently sublime rhythm.
His lower lip and ring slide between his teeth as he closes his eyes, absorbing the moment of divinity. I let him own me, desiring more, and he jerks me over to land on my knees. I'm momentarily stunned until he pushes into me from behind, and a gasp rings out as one hand finds that sensitive spot on my body, massaging it as his thrusts press on, finding an angle I've never felt before.
His free hand holds my left hip, slamming me into his center. Each stroke feels too perfect, each breath comes out more rattled, and every bit of me wants to scream out.
I hold it in though. I don't want the whole house knowing what I'm doing in here. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing.
His low, sexy grunts almost become my undoing as he nears that incredible peak. There's a tightening in my stomach as euphoria rushes me without mercy. He jerks me to him harder and harder until I let out a painfully subdued cry, and my whole body goes limp in his hands upon finding that overwhelming release.
He thrusts in twice more, holding himself at the deepest point inside me, and then he collapses to my back, letting his weight pin me beneath him. He kisses my head through my hair before rolling to his side, dragging me with him and keeping me tightly wound in his arms.
"That was fucking perfect," he pants out, making me laugh lightly.
"It was."
I roll over to face him, wiggling in closer, and he kisses my head as my exhausted body gives in to the sleepy tug. I yawn lightly, closing my eyes, and I feel his lips barely gracing mine before the unrelenting need for rest claims me.
