“Ohh,” he moans as I start running my fingers up and down. I'm fixated on a pearl of pre-cum seeping out the top, and suck off the stickiness, rubbing my closed lips over his head, feeling the texture as he tenses. “Umm...”
I kiss it, caressing it against my face and cheek, the softness of his skin against mine feeling so damn good. Looking up, I seehim smiling down at me, his eyes filled with desire. I begin to lick, to make out with it, my tongue exploring every inch.
My lips part and stretch, my mouth opening in a silent howl as I guide it in and start sucking.
Jesus Christ, he's so big, I have to concentrate on not gagging as my head bobs back and forth. I stroke with my fingers at the same time, concentrating on the feeling. It's intoxicating, making my pussy throb and such a fucking turn-on.
He puts his strong hands on my head, pulling me up and down, his breathing getting out of control. “Cass, Cass,” he groans, as I suck him off.
Then, he moans, “Fu-u-uck...” as his body tenses, and oh, my God, without warning, he spills, unloading his thick, warm cream in my mouth. So much cum is pumping that some dribbles between my lips, and I pull his cock out, gazing as more oozes out the end.
Gently I rub his wet dick on my nipple, and he leans down, picking me up, making my legs straddle around him.
Our lips meet. It’s all teeth, saliva, and tongues exploring with hunger, need, and fire.
He carries me across the backyard, through the sliding doors, until we enter the living room, and Blake backs me up against the wall, biting my neck with a primal intensity. The sensation of his warm breath against my skin sparks a rush of exhilaration, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
His erection brushes my pussy so naturally, and the sensation shimmies tremors of euphoria through me. “Fuck me, please, just fuck me.” My voice is hoarse with desire.
He licks behind my ear, whispering, “I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do more.”
My eyes close, and then suddenly open, staring at him with real helplessness. “Uhhh...” I moan as he pushes my leg aside and sinks deep into me.
Holding my legs, Blake slowly grinds himself in and out, ever so slowly at first. His tongue sweeps my mouth again, and my hips undulate, demanding more, craving the fullness of him.
My hands grip his buttocks, my nails digging, feeling the strong muscles beneath his skin tense and relax with each movement. The sensation builds momentum, each thrust more intense than the last.
“Ohh, fuck... Cassy...” His growl reverberates against my chest as he gives me everything he’s got.
I arch, forcing him to speed up to a faster pace. His hand clenches my thigh, and he moves harder, deeper, shafting me in long, fast strokes. We're moving like mad now, my back slamming against the wall.
Every second, my orgasm builds. Fast and hard. “FU-U-UCK ME. Yes, yes... OOHHH...” I scream as my peak lashes into me. Lightning flashes through my veins, one wave after another, and another.
My eyes are shut, and I feel his body tense as he lets out a big roar, and his motion stops, his body jolting with every spill of his sperm.
Exhausted and spent, my skin’s hot and damp from the exertion of my orgasm as he breathlessly kisses me, smiling, and carries me over to the sofa, and lays me down.
He lies next to me, our bodies still entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal.
There’s a strange kind of peace that comes after chaos, the wild, desperate kind that leaves you dizzy and marked and way too aware of every inch of your body.
His arm curls around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll slip away, and my fingers, entirely of their own accord, start drawing lazy, mindless circles on his chest.
“Mm,” I murmur, not even trying to move. “Well, Mitchell. You’re no good at cooking lasagna, but damn...you’re good at making love.”
His laugh rumbles under my cheek.
I tilt my head and look up at him. “Did you mean it?”
He blinks. “Mean what?”
I arch a brow. “The giant sky-written declaration of idiocy you had trailing behind that ridiculous plane.”
He grins. “It was a banner.”
“Semantics.”
He lets out a breath and pulls me in tighter, pressing his lips to the top of my head before murmuring against my hair, “Yes. Every word. Damn, Cassy. I do. I’m hook, line, and sinker in love with you.”
