Squirming under his attention, I shove my jeans down more so I can step my feet wider, giving him more access. “I want you,” I tell him, breathless.
He grunts, a sound of pure male satisfaction. “Good. Because I always want you.”
Stepping back, he leaves me bereft, but I recover quickly when he nods at the bed and starts removing his clothes, revealing his dark brown skin covering a beautiful six pack. He still works out just like he did when he played football, and I love his dedication. He’s even put together a training program for me that fits into my crazy schedule and makes it so I can keep baking pies without worrying I’ll end up weighing four hundred pounds.
I shimmy out of my clothes and climb on the bed, my eyes never leaving the show he’s giving me. No, he’s not doing a striptease or anything, but I always love watching him undress for me, the way he watches me watch him, my own hunger reflected back in his eyes. Our start was a little rocky, a little unorthodox, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything since now I get this man in my bed every night.
“Dessert tonight was good,” he tells me as he climbs onto the bed with me, one hand hooking my ankle and tugging me flat on my back. “But I won’t be satisfied until I get a taste of this sweet pussy.”
I pull my hands behind my head, grabbing the pillow in anticipation, and spread my legs for him.
He runs a hand up my inner thigh and lets out an appreciative noise. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he says as he rubs my pussy with the flat of his hand before dipping his head and licking me from opening to clit, just like he was stroking me with his finger a moment ago.
I squirm and buck under his attention, and he bars one arm across my hips to hold me in place. I love it when he holds me down and forces me to take what he wants to give me, and he knows it.
The fingers of his other hand hold me open for the onslaught of his tongue. Then he raises his head, watching me as he turns his hand palm up and slides his two middle fingers inside me, stroking my inner walls until he finds the spot that sends an electric zap through me. He grins, the smile of a man satisfied with his own prowess. “Yeah, that’s the spot,” he says, stroking it gently at first, then getting firmer as I jolt and buck against him, craving even more.
He lowers his head again, continuing to fuck me with his fingers as he sucks on my clit, and I come in a blaze of white light, heat pouring through my veins, and he doesn’t let up at all, prolonging the ecstasy until the wave breaks and crashes on the shore.
Only then does he gently lick my clit one last time and slowly withdraw his hand, that same smile of male satisfaction on his face. “And that’s how I take care of you,” he says as he layers his body over mine, the head of his cock notching just inside my entrance.
But I want him stretching me, causing the aftershocks that always come when he fucks me after he makes me orgasm like that and then often makes me orgasm again. “Mmm,” I moan as just the tip slides in and out of me. “You’re such a tease.”
He chuckles, then drives his hips forward in one firm thrust, seating himself fully. I arch involuntarily, the breath driven out of me in a gasp, and my legs curling up to clamp around his hips.
“That better?” he asks in a voice that would sound menacing if I didn’t know he loved me absolutely and without reservation.
“Much.”
He starts off slow, rocking his hips into me, his lips fused to mine, his tongue in my mouth, and I know it’s because even this much friction is causing my legs to jerk and twitch as he drags his cock in and out of me. He’s taking his sweet time, giving me a moment to recover as much as possible while he fucks me slow and deep so that he can send me flying again.
“You are almost too much,” I whisper when he trails his lips to my jaw, down my throat, curling over me so he can play with my nipples.
His dark eyes meet mine. “And you love it.”
I nod enthusiastically, writhing under his attention. “I do. I absolutely do.”
He pinches one nipple while his tongue toys with the other, then he switches, paying equal attention to the other side. Sitting back on his heels, his hands fall to my hips, and he pulls me up onto his lap, holding me in place while his tempo increases. One of his hands covers my mound, his thumb dipping down to circle my clit, his eyes glued to where we’re joined.
And the avid lust on his face is so fucking hot, it’s almost enough make me come all by itself.
His hips move faster, his thumb now scrubbing back and forth over my clit the way he knows will take me there a second time, and his eyes clash with mine. “I love you,” he says, his voice low and hoarse with need. “I fucking love you so much. Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you strangling my dick with your tight little pussy.” His hips snapping harder, his thumb never stopping, he urges me on with filthy words that drive me crazy in the best way.
And then it happens. The coil that’s been ratcheting tighter and tighter low in my belly releases with a snap. My limbs convulse, and I
