"Yes—Jake," she whimpered, pushing her hips up as she spread her legs wide for him.
Big held her thighs apart, brushing his nose over the tiny strip of hair she hadn't completely removed from her body, inhaling the musky, heady scent of her arousal; his cock twitched responsively against the mattress. "You smell amazing," he told her, running the back of his over her silky-smooth bikini line. He parted her wet folds with one finger, then two, before he licked a long, slow line up her sex, ending in a tiny flick against her clit. "And you taste even better," he rasped, letting the taste of her roll over his tongue.
"Oh, God!" she mewled, bowing off the bed. "More. Please, more." Alisha was well past the point of caring that she was begging as heat coiled tightly in her belly. She rotated her hips in tight, desperate circles against his mouth, keening from the sensation of his exquisite tongue swirling and licking at her slit. "You're so—" she broke off, crying out when he slid two fingers deep inside her body, drawing her clit into his mouth and sucking hard. "Fuck, you're so good at this," she panted, fisting a hand wildly in her hair.
He pumped the fingers buried inside her and rubbed the swollen nub roughly with his thumb. "That's it, baby," he grunted, glancing up at her face, seeing her eyes scrunched tightly and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Almost there.
She writhed without abandon Beneath him as his fingers stroked her cleverly, his tongue lapping wildly at her clit. Her heels dug into the mattress and she reared up against his mouth and fingers. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she cried out and came with a violent shudder.
Big pushed back and shed his boxers before circling her wrists with his hands and pulling her up until they were kneeling in front of each other. "You're fucking gorgeous, Alisha," he muttered, tangling a hand in that wild mane and dragging her mouth to his, swallowing her whimper.
Alisha's already muddled brain screamed for oxygen and she tore her mouth away, gasping in a ragged breath. "God," she moaned, dropping her forehead to his shoulder as his hands skimmed along the small of her back before settling firmly on her ass. She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and she reached between their bodies, sheathing him in her hand, stroking him surely. The groan rumbled deeply in his chest and vibrated against her. Smiling against his shoulder, she planted a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses leisurely up his neck while her hand continued to pump him. "Does that feel good?" she purred, pulling his earlobe gently between her teeth. His hands flexed in response, pressing her flush against body.
"You know it does," he groaned thickly, his breath quickening. He stilled her hand, kissed her deeply. When the kiss broke, he couldn't hold out any longer and moved behind her, wrapping his hands possessively over her hips. She moved to lean forward and plant her hands on the mattress, but he stopped her.
She looked curiously over her shoulder and he saw the intense haze of lust (and a hint of something else she couldn't identify) in his eyes staring back. He caught her lips again and guided himself into her heat, filling her completely. Oh, yes! Her head lolled back, resting against his shoulder as he began to move inside her. As their hips Rosemary and fell in tandem, he cupped her breasts, pinching her rock-hard nipples between his fingers, driving her up, up, up towards the edge again. God.
"Look," he bit out the order; cupping her chin in his hand and tipping her head up so she could see the same thing he did. "Look at us," he told her again, his voice softening slightly, casting his eyes towards her dresser and the image reflected in the mirror. Her dark hair was mussed, her full lips parted sensually, and her lids lowered seductively as he took her slowly from behind. Fuck.Beautiful, he thought again and again.
Her vision snapped into focus as she saw what he saw. The way his muscular arms folded around her body; the way his hand moved with purpose from where it cupped her chin down between her breasts; the way it finally settled between her legs. He spread her wide and her breath caught again as she watched him slip in and out of her body, feeling every movement as she watched it in the mirror. Words failed her for how incredible they looked. "We look—" she began, though the words stopped registering when his fingers curled against her clit. "Oh, God, Jake!"
He couldn't get enough—his eyes or his body—he simply couldn't get enough of her. The punch of seeing everything he was feeling was a total knockout; kind of like the woman herself. One of her hands reached back and ran over his hair and the other rested on top of the one he had between her thighs, spurring him on as their eyes locked in the mirror. "You're amazing," he grunted, snapping his hips faster, his release quickly approaching.
The orgasm crashed through her and she went rigid, her mouth round as his name spilled brokenly from her lips.
Big fought the urge to clench his eyes shut and watched as the pleasure swept through her, seeing the evidence on her face and feeling it as her walls clamped around him like a vise. He gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her a few more times before finally spending himself inside. "Fucking hell, Alisha!" he choked out, his release quaking roughly through his body.
Easing the grip around her hips, he pressed a kiss to her temple, lingering there for a moment before slipping out of her body. His arm wrapped around her middle and pulled her back with him, flopping against the pillows. She rolled to her side and shifted a
