We both moan. It’s perfect. Too perfect.
This might not have been my brightest idea, but I’m committed.
I abrade the hard peaks with my tongue, teasing her with a light suction that has her pumping her hips. Nipples nice and wet, I lift my head and murmur, “Don’t let go.”
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Abby
IthinkI’ve died and gone to heaven.
This night is everything my fantasies have always promised and I’m going to give into every minute. Everything he does feels so good and I’m crazy with the pleasure of it.
Each new thing he introduces is like a mini wonder and I can’t get enough.
Lukas releases his hold on my waist and pinches both my nipples hard before pulling up. Sensation, hot and intense, ricochets through me.
Unable to stay still, I jerk. My swollen clit rubs along his shaft, and when I squeeze my thighs like he says, it adds another layer of sensation.
It’s so good. I’m greedy for more. Greedy for everything he can give me.
“Come on, work those hips.” He presses his forehead into mine as our wet, slippery skin slides together.
I grip his back, wanting closer. My nails dig into his skin and I lose myself in a wave of lust and desire.
I never doubted sex could be like this. In my heart I knew, I just didn’t think it would happen to me.
I’m so glad I’m wrong. Action. That’s the key.
Releasing his hold on one of my breasts, he reaches down and smacks my ass.
“Oh yes, more.” I moan. It’s so much better than I dreamed. The heated pleasure-filled pain exceeds all my fantasies. It’s indescribable. I could get addicted to it.
He spanks me again.
I go a little mad, arching my hips, rubbing my clit frantically along the head of his cock.
Later I’ll be embarrassed. Later I’ll think about everything, but for now…oh, now I want it all. I want more. Dirtier. Rougher. Asking for what I want has worked so far, and I’m not about to stop now. I moan. “Harder…please…harder.”
He delivers. Oh god does he.
Five hard, rapid blows.
My eyes water as heat radiates from my burning skin. All the sensations crest, rolling over me, as pressure coils tight. I chase it, seeking it out. Bright, pleasure shakes my thighs.
I rock into him.
He slides over me.
I break, shattering into a million pieces. My core convulses and spasms with such force a cry rips from my throat.
“That’s it.” Lukas growls, a low, primal sound that sets off another wave of contractions.
On a harsh groan, he pulls away, prying my legs from his waist and grabbing a condom. As tiny fissions of sensation spark over my skin I can only stare as he tears the foil package with his teeth. With expert hands, he rolls the latex down his hard cock, and before I can process my surroundings, the room swings as he drags me to the floor.
I hold my breath, my chest squeezing as I wait for his entry. The aftershocks from the first orgasm I’ve ever had are still contracting when he slides down my body, and between my thighs. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, his tongue buries deep in my pussy.
“No!” The word is shouted in surprise, as I’m so sensitive his touch borders on painful.