I can’t hold back, and I don’t even try to. I rock up into his face, fucking him as he fucks me with his tongue, his lips, his mouth, with his desire.
Pleasure curls low in my belly, tight and pulsing. It pulls and tenses, and starts to radiate in my bones. Sounds fall from my lips with abandon. Incoherent noises and groans. Obscene cries of lust as I part my legs farther, grab him harder. The white-hot sensations build higher, coil tighter.
I’m on the edge for minutes, it seems, crying out, telling him I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming. Because it’s endless. Stars blaze before my eyelids. My mind is a hot blur. And the pleasure literally won’t stop. It crashes down on me, and finally pulls me under into its gorgeous, blissful embrace.
I surrender to it, and to him.
I’m breathing hard, panting, flushed from everything when I blink open my eyes to find him naked and standing next to me, his cock eager to join the festivities.
“Give that to me,” I say. “I want you in my mouth.”
I sit up, my head spinning as I kneel on the cushion, drawing him in. He groans when my tongue swirls across the head, then I suck him, and within seconds, he’s thrusting. I tell myself to relax, to take him deep. He grunts my name as I bring him in farther, wrapping a hand around the base and cupping his balls as I suck.
“Christ,” he groans. “I could come in your throat right now.”
I look up at him, a twinkle in my eyes, I’m sure. For a brief second, I let him go. “That’s the idea.”
He sighs and pushes me back down on the chaise. I move to kneel between his legs, but his hand hits my shoulder. “Wait. Let me eat you again.”
“You have an enormous appetite.”
“It’s not the only thing that’s enormous,” he says with a wink.
And then we move and shift so that he’s mostly on his back, and I’m mostly on my side, and I’m entirely in a filthy new plane of heaven as I take him deep in my mouth, while he spreads my legs open and licks me again.
He’s gentler this time, since I’ve already come. But it’s just as good at this slower pace. It’s good in its own decadent way. And it’s better because I can feel him pulsing in my mouth. Then, again, he shifts us. He’s flat on his back now, and I’m on top of him, my legs draped over his shoulders. He groans as he licks me more intensely, spreading my cheeks, his fingers kneading my ass as he works me over once more.
I’m on fire. I’m sizzling from head to toe. But I want his pleasure, too. I desperately want his release in my mouth, on my tongue, over my lips. Somehow, it turns into a wild, delirious race. We’re loud and greedy, sloppy and hungry. I suck him deep, not stopping, never stopping, even when I feel my body race to the edge. But he’s there first. His thighs tense under me. His cock thrusts deep in my mouth. His balls draw up in my hand.
And then I taste him, hot and salty. I swallow it down as he digs his fingers into my flesh and spears me with his tongue.
I cry out, and I’m lost once more in the sea of bliss, six stories above the ground as I come again, high above the city I love.
We don’t stop there.
A little later, we’re at the railing of the terrace, the neighbors across the river surely getting their peep show as I curl my hands tight around the iron posts. His hands wrap around my hips. I’m bent over for him, and he’s fucking me hard. Relentlessly. The way I like it. I love feeling all of him, deep in me, pounding in me. Bare.
We had the safety talk, and I love that there’s nothing between us now.
He grabs my hair, twisting it around his fist, and excitement bursts in me knowing he’s going to tug hard. It’s the thrill of what’s to come. He pulls, yanking my neck back, and I yelp in pleasure. He goes deeper in me, and I moan like an animal, feeling him, feeling everything.
A smack on my ass. A swat on my cheek. Another tug on my hair. His fingers on my clit. His cock hitting me in places I swear have never been touched, not like this, not so deeply.
It’s raw and powerful, and he fucks me ruthlessly, fucking my whole body, and soon I can barely take all these sensations. They soar and fly all over my body, until they curl inward and burst.
One more powerful climax, and he follows me there.
“I’m not sure I can move ever again,” I say, running my fingers down the fine hairs on his chest.
“I have nowhere to be, and I’m pretty sure I can call in for food. We don’t need to leave.”
I laugh lightly. “Good, because my legs are jelly.”
“I’ll order a few blankets, too. We’ll camp out here. We’ll wake up to croissants for breakfast, and we’ll do it all again tomorrow.” He dusts a kiss on my cheek. “And the next night, and the next.”
He makes it sound so possible, as if time is a river, flowing endlessly. We’ll dip our ladles in and drink it up, anytime, anywhere. We’ll swallow it all, and we’ll stay in this state of glittery bliss we both seem to want.
But we don’t have next nights and next nights. Our time is closing in on itself.
I shift gears because right now I can’t bear more talk that seduces me, that tricks me into thinking we’re a river when we’re a moat. I raise my face and meet his eyes as I tap-dance my fingers across his belly. “What’s the story with the macarons from your list?”
He laughs and parks a hand under his head. “Ah,
