Tonight I needed all of her and in every way.
Back home, I would go months without another person entering my space. Months without even a thought of seeking release with another, but Shelby consumed me. Her perfect little body was made for me. And when we were together, the taste of her or the feel of being inside her was never far from the front of mind.
I made a sound of pained longing, my hands shoving the beanie from the top of her head.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Are you?”
“I will be when I can remove all of these clothes,” she promised and I felt my face split into a grin.
“Do you think the maple was laced?” I joked.
“I think you’re laced,” she replied almost angrily. “My own personal drug,” she gritted, before sliding down my body and pulling me by the hand as if we were in a hurry. “Now hurry up. I need a hit.”
“Happily.”
Our clothes came off in a flurry. Jackets thrown, scarves tossed and shirts torn from our bodies as we kissed and pawed at each other.
Her gorgeous body, wearing only a set of white panties and bra, and a small covering over the new tattoo on her hip, took my breath away and my tented boxer briefs showcased my visceral approval.
I saw her gaze dart down to my forearm which housed a matching inked replica of the backward s + c which we’d had copied from a photo on my phone. Now forever adorned on both of our bodies as a permanent reminder of us.
Her pupils were dilated, adoration splayed across her face as her chest rose and fell. Reaching behind her arched back, she unclasped her bra making my balls ache and I palmed my hard cock through my briefs. She dropped the garment to the floor and I was mesmerised, frozen in place with a front row seat to the sexiest show I’d ever seen.
Taut nipples, full globes and smooth inviting skin begging me to touch.
“You are so fucking sexy.” I breathed, as she moved to remove her panties. I let out a shaky breath, freeing my cock and stepping out of my own briefs, my eyes on her the entire time.
Her hooded gaze stalked my body as she sat down on the edge of her bed, legs spread baring her glistening sex for me alone. I watched the way her head fell back and her fingers skated across the skin of her neck, skimming across her voluptuous tits. She rolled her pebbled nipples between her thumb and forefingers, her hips gently rocking of their own accord. The speed of my fist increased, moving up and down my shaft with rigour, my eyes fixated on the way she fondled her tits.
Snaking down her stomach she paused just before her entrance. Rocking onto her toes, her legs raised subtly, yet her body stayed firmly on the bed. Bringing her chin down to her chest, she too watched the way her hand spread herself before circling her clit.
“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping my cock tighter.
When she lifted her chin to look at me, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. We were both breathing heavily, panting with an electrifying need, and when she crooked her finger and gestured for me to come to her, I nearly exploded.
Shaking my head as if I couldn’t quite believe this was happening, I covered the space between us in one step, pausing in front of her. With no hesitation or uncertainty she reached for my cock and took the tip in between those lips, subsequently emptying every morsel of oxygen from my lungs. My hands involuntarily reached for her face, cupping her jaw as she swallowed me deeper with each flick of her tongue. I was transfixed by the sight of her lips moving me in and out of her mouth.
“Fuck, I love the feel of my cock in your mouth.”
She hummed and the vibration moved through me causing my balls to tighten. Reaching for the back of my thighs, she pulled me into her, creating a methodic rhythm which was edging me closer to release already. I gritted my teeth, hypnotised by the warmth of her mouth, the graze of her nails along my thighs and across my arse.
I held the base of my cock, the other hand entwined in her hair while I fucked her face with abandon.
I was desperate to touch her pussy, desperate for the chase which had brought us here. The one where I followed her across the deepest of oceans, after realising I could be apart from her no more. I’d been unknowingly chasing her my entire life and now, now she was here, caught and I had my prey. This stunningly sexy woman who sucked my dick better than anyone in this life or the next.
“Lean back,” I growled. “I need to be inside you.”
My insatiable hunger was evident in the unrestrained chords of my voice and she wiped a hand across her mouth and slid back onto the bed. I crawled over her, dragging a finger through her wetness before kneeling between her spread legs and bringing my fingers to my mouth. Sucking her arousal from my digits, my dick twitched to get to her.
“So fucking good,” I praised and her legs fell open wider.
My pulse was pounding as I pressed my weight on top of her and took her mouth with mine, coating her with her own pleasure. She gasped my name against my lips and I paused, kissing the edge of her mouth. I wanted to take her bare. To feel her pussy choke me with nothing between us but I didn’t want to push her if she wasn’t ready or wasn’t on some form of birth control.
As if reading my mind, she nipped at my mouth, breathing into me, “It’s okay,” and I knew she meant it was safe. She was safe. And likewise, she knew I would never risk her or her safety because she was mine.
With gritted teeth and a pulse which pounded under my skin like a drum, I pushed inside her, the gasps of my name from her lips like rapid fire until our bodies met as one.
