“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Nick bursts into action, moving fast as I spin around. My sex is completely exposed, my legs out, the silks holding me open and in position. Nick stops behind me. Behind me, damn it! Where I can’t touch him. Both of his hands wrap around my ankles.
His length prods against my ass, and I mewl with need for him. Nick runs his fingers down my legs, and I can’t help but tremble. I shoot my arms out in front of me to hold the floor so I don’t lose my position or fall on my head.
“How long do you think you can hang like this?” he asks low, his voice uncontrolled and unlike anything I’ve ever heard from his lips before.
“Maybe two or three minutes before I get light-headed,” I reply as his fingers reach my center, smoothing through the wetness he finds. “Oh God,” I gasp, wanting to close my legs, but I can’t because if I do, I’ll fall on my face.
“Your body is a vision.” He runs his hands up and down my legs. “Smooth.” He kisses my ankle. “Toned.” A kiss to the inside of my knee. “Pale white.” Another kiss touches my inner thigh, so close to where I want him most. And yet, I’m also afraid to have him there for fear I’ll lose my mind.
Arousal roars through my system like a wild animal. I flex my toes and dig my fingers into the mat below.
“And all mine,” he whispers before I feel his mouth on my sex.
Wild, animalistic pleasure assaults me. I become dizzy, my hands pressing into the mat so I’m pushing up as he’s pushing down. His thumb twirls around my clit in devious circles, and I am humping his face and the air recklessly, lost in a tumble of sensation as he sinks his tongue deep inside me. I howl at the intrusion. He flutters and flicks the talented muscle, working me into complete and utter oblivion. And then he amps it up a notch when he pinches my clit…hard. I scream, my body jerking as though it has been electrocuted, but he doesn’t stop feasting. He moans loudly, smashing his face between my legs as if he wants to be smothered in me, in my taste. I lift one hand to his head and ride the remaining waves of my orgasm.
When I’m boneless, he pulls away, helps me up, and pushes the silk along my back and just under my bum so it cradles my body. Dreamily, I lie back, supported by the hammock, but Nick has other ideas.
“No rest for the wicked, baby.” He spreads my legs and adjusts the silks so I’m tilted and my pelvis is lifted up to his perfect height. As I lock my legs around his waist, he centers his weeping cock at my center and power drives in.
Full. I’m so full, I arch my upper body and grind my heels into his lower back.
“Fuck, yeah. Now hold on to the fabric, Dove, because I’m about to take you on one helluva ride.”
That is the only warning I get. A second later, he is gripping the silks and powering me on and off his cock in fast, spearing jabs. I can see a full few inches of his cock as he eases my body forward and back. Inside, I am a mass of contradiction. Full, empty, choking with his size, and bereft. Over and over he pounds into me, each thrust harder than the next, taking me to new sexual heights I’m not sure I’ll survive.
Nick shifts my legs from around him so my heels are wedged up against my sides and inside the silks. The new position is vulgar and filthy. He pulls away, his dick falling from me as he assesses his handiwork.
“Look at you, strung up and open for your man. Ready to take my cock, my fingers, or my mouth. This pretty, wet pussy, open all for me?”
Apparently, I’ve made the error of not answering fast enough, because before I can formulate an answer in my sex-induced haze, Nick has straightened his hand, fingers out flat, and he draws his arm back and spanks me right between the legs.
I whimper with the first lash.
“All.” He smacks me again, my clit turning fire hot with the second blow.
“For.” Nick doubles his force, and my body rocks with the rebound of his slap.
“Me!” He growls and smacks my sex three times in quick succession.
My body is unable to catch up with the overwhelming pain and pleasure that is shooting through my system. He doesn’t let up. Before I can take a breath and process the fiery spanking of my most private part, he lines himself up again and thrusts his cock deep. So deep I lose my ability to breathe.
“Jesus, fucking woman. I love you so damn much,” he thunders as he wraps his hands around my ass and forces me so deeply onto his cock, I could swear I feel him in my chest.
I explode around him, the pleasure so acute it splinters from where we are connected, through every limb, taking me away. Far, far away. My mind instantly shuts down.
My entire being and world shrink down to one solitary person. Nick.
Every touch.
His kiss.
Nick’s love.
He hammers into me, racing to find his own release, and through it, I again find mine.
And again.
And again.
I can’t stop coming. It’s like my entire body is an exposed nerve and Nick is pricking it repeatedly with a pointy needle. One wave of heaven rolls into another.
When Nick is done torturing me with orgasms, he wraps his arms around me, hugging me closely while still imbedded, his manhood a massive force between my thighs. I follow his lead by draping my legs and arms around him. Face-to-face, heart-to-heart, mouth-to-mouth, he gets up on his toes, his body arching sublimely, his cock a weapon of pleasure inside
