“Where are we going?” she questions as I inch closer to her and sigh, relaxing into her touch that I’ve grown accustomed to these past few weeks.
“I can’t tell you, that would ruin the fun of it. You’ll find out which country when we get to the airport.”
Mostly I can’t tell her, because I’ve still got to figure it out and plan the logistics.
“Country?” she squeals.
“I had a dream last night, and I’ve decided we must cross it off my list of fantasies.”
I’m not lying. I had a dream last night that I took her somewhere special. Did the dream conclude with a happy ending? Of course.
“Your fantasy includes taking me to a different country? Other than Italy and America?”
Kissing a line up her torso, I press a deep kiss to her lips. Sometime after Venice we ditched our clothes at night, and I have appreciated the easy access sleeping naked allows me each morning. It’s a hard decision to make though, whether I’m going to start my day with her coming from my mouth or cock. So I quickly learned not to choose and have her come on both.
“It does,” I answer between kisses.
Where? I’m not exactly sure yet. Maybe England?
Shifting her on top of me, I rock my hips against hers as she sits back so I can watch my cock glide against her.
“You feel so good,” she mewls.
“I can think of a way to make you feel even better,” I practically growl. “Turn around and sit the fuck down on my face while you suck my cock like a good girl.”
Dakota doesn’t immediately comply, instead she gives me a few more teasing strokes of my cock against her drenched core. Biting her lip, she finally replies, “I’ll suffocate you.”
“Eating your sweet pussy would be the absolute best way to go,” I say truthfully.
When she finally turns and wraps her lips around my cock, situating herself above me, I yank her hips down impatiently and groan against her clit when I finally get a taste of her. She moans around my length, making my balls tighten with uncontained lust. I need this woman in every possible way I can have her.
Fighting back the urge to thrust up into her mouth, I focus on trying to make her come as quickly as possible. I refuse to come anywhere but her pussy this morning, and whatever she’s doing with her mouth and teeth right now, feels good enough to alter my brain chemistry. Just as she clenches around my fingers and I feel her fall apart above me, I lift her off of me, spinning her around.
“Grab the headboard, Austen,” I command.
As she does, I spread her cheeks and coat my length in her arousal. Lining myself up behind her, I work my way inside her inch by aching inch.
When my abs are flush to her delectable ass, I give it a light smack.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans.
“You were made for me,” I growl possessively into her ear as I drag my fingers down her side before finding her clit.
Desperate to give her a second release, I sit back and slam my hips forward. Once, twice, and on the third time she cries out, “Yes, Carson! Right there!”
“Play with your clit for me,” I tell her.
“Only if you grab my hips and fuck me harder, my lord.”
My cock swells inside her when she calls me that. Doing as she asked, I firmly grip her hips and piston my hips into her from behind. I push down on her back, and when she arches her lower back up, I nearly pass out with how much deeper the change of position gets me. With each thrust my balls slap against her at the same time as her hand frantically works her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and thank fuck, because I’m right there too.
“Be my good girl and come, Austen. Soak my cock.”
After a few weeks, you’d think I’d be used to the intensity at which I come when I’m inside of her, but I don’t think my body will ever acclimate to the need I have for this woman.
“I love you. Oh, god, I love you so much,” she chants and it’s my undoing. My spine tingles at the same time my abs tighten, and I come inside of her with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. Dakota shatters around me, her pussy choking my cock has it spasming inside her and I swear to god I think I could come again.
