“That’s it for now. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” At least I hope I’ll let him know.
“Good.” His response is above a whisper. Before I can ask him about condoms, Savior falls back onto the bed and pulls me with him. His mouth claims mine and his hands explore my body.
The way this man kisses me…it’s indescribable. He takes a part of my soul and gently holds it as his mouth makes love to mine. He gives me the right amount of tongue and passion, drinking me in with each kiss. He tastes like mint, a bit of bourbon, and his own flavor.
His hands wander all over my body before landing on my ass. He squeezes it and I moan into his mouth. “Savior…” I whisper.
“Shhh…” He kisses my neck and I lose all restraint. His lips gently suck on my skin and only moans come out of my mouth. “…the only sounds I want you to make is when I’m pleasuring you.”
Our clothes fall onto the floor. The music switched to Kut Klose’s “I Like” and all I think it’s the perfect soundtrack to what’s going on. Yes, it is just sex but it somehow feels deeper than that. Maybe it’s my mind justifying what I’m doing.
Savior hovers over me and looks into my eyes. He just stares at me for a moment and his brown eyes flicker with lust and excitement. He doesn’t dare to say anything else as he moves his body down mine.
He squeezes my breasts, sucking each one before he moved down to my waist. He softly kissed my navel and circles my belly button with a finger. His eyes are studious, as his hands explore my body, wondering where to go next.
“Your body, Keisha…” Savior purrs. His voice is dripping with pleasure and need. “…your body is incredible.”
It was a compliment I didn’t know I needed. Savior isn’t shy with words and only prefers to speak unless he has something to say. I try not to take it to heart but within the candlelight and sexy music in the room, I wonder how much of what Savior is saying is true.
“Keisha…” His voice whispers as hand brushes over my wet slit. “…you’re so wet for me.” He slides down and lifts one of my legs on his shoulder. I feel his stubble on my inner thigh and I tense up. He’s pleasured me before but this time, it’s different.
There’s no conversation coaxing me to give into him. There are no clinical feelings about what’s going to transpire. It feels like romance, even if Savior told me that wasn’t what he wanted.
Savior’s tongue swipes over my swollen clit and I arch off the bed. He holds me down on the bed and his tongue flattens. His mouth claims my sex, sucking on me while his tongue rapidly flicks my clit.
One of his free hands explored my body while the other hand firmly grasped my thigh. I moaned and gasped, feeling the loss of control I so tightly held. Savior had an unpredictable rhythm that drove me wild, and I was already addicted to him. His tongue is diabolical, his mouth is skilled, and I am in heaven.
“Savior…” My fingers were lost in his hair.
He responded by increasing his tongue flicks and I felt the heat billowed down to my core. My orgasm was approaching and the harder I fought it, the harder Savior sucked on my clit. I was close to the edge and he didn’t want me carefully tread along it. He wanted me to fall right off.
My legs begin to shake. My moans became soft mewls. I panted and moved my hips in the direction of his tongue. The way his tongue fucked me, stroking me just right and lifting me off the bed, was beyond any fantasy I’ve ever had.
The orgasm came hard and fast, seizing my body into a vise and tumbling out of my mouth in a primal scream. “Oooh fuck!” I slammed back into bed, completely delirious and wondering what in the hell just happened.
I barely open my eyes and locked eyes with Savior. He has a warm smile on his face and he’s stroking his impressive cock. His entire body is beautiful – not too muscular and not too scrawny. He has a tawny complexion and his brown hair casually falls over his eyes.
His eyes are full of desire and despite his massive erection, he’s very much in control. It’s not a control for his benefit. He wants to see that I’m satisfied first and then he’ll take care of himself.
He grabs a nearby condom and tears open the foil. Savior shifts off the bed and stands before me. He grabs my ankles, pulls me down to him, and spreads my thighs apart. His cock is hard, thick, and I wonder if would be able to take all of it.
The head of Savior’s cock swipes around my opening before he pushes inside. I gasped and tighten around him as he moans. “Keisha…” His voice echoes in the bedroom. “…damn, baby.”
“Savior…” I cry out.
He glides in and out of me so smoothly, like if he’d studied my body. I felt every wonderful inch of his glorious, thick cock as my pussy suckled the length of it. Savior felt higher than any drug, and I didn’t want to come down.
His thrusts were diabolical, maddening, and so deep. My body responded like never before, embracing his thickness. My pussy quivered around his cock, wanting more. Savior holds onto my hips when he increased the pace, and his words…his words promised me everything.
“You’re so beautiful, Keisha,” he groans as a free hand reaches up and squeezes my breasts. “You’re mine. I won’t let you go.”
I tighten around him, pulling him in deeper. The pressure was beginning became too much and I moaned and cried. My hands gripped his arms as my head slammed back into the pillow. I felt so full, yet I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more of this.
I wanted more of Savior.
He reaches up and grabs my hands, interlocking our fingers together. He claims my mouth once again, plundering his tongue inside mine. He’s claiming me. He’s branding me. I’m his and he drives the point home.
The orgasm slammed into me like a Mack truck. My body rolled as delicious pinpoints of pleasure seized my body, creating aftershocks as Savior was still inside me. I cried and keened, vibrating against his mouth.
