He opened the door wrapped in a towel. I laughed, but his serious gaze silenced me as he pulled me inside and shut the door behind me. I was about to say something but his mouth landed on mine and crushed the words out of me.
The hot intensity of his kisses literally took my breath away. He crushed me against his bare chest with one hand and tore my dress off with the other. He was practically lifting me off the floor, as he whipped me around towards the bedroom.
“Baby — ” but his kisses burned my words away. Soft tongue…hot and tender lips conveyed his intention to fuck seriously and immediately.
I’m not sure how I landed on the bed, but suddenly his mouth left mine, and I watched, kind of stunned and increasingly excited as he ripped (and I mean ripped) my panties off (my favorite violet lace! ) and tossed them across the bedroom, then dove face first into my pussy. I screamed. His mouth landing on me like that was a shock. But then…
He melted me with his hunger and tenderness. His tongue and lips spoke to me, loved me, aroused me and caressed me. Everything he didn’t say in words he was saying with his insistent tongue, his warm and tender lips. He missed me, he was dying for me. He was drinking me in like water in the desert.
I stroked his head between my legs as his tongue brought me closer and closer to nirvana…but he held me there not letting me come until I was groaning in protest, straining against him. He slid up my trembling body and kissed me, deeply. I could taste myself on his lips, which drives me crazy. I was humping him and I felt his engorged cock against my wet pussy. I could feel his pulse against my clit.
He broke the kiss and looked at me. “What?” he whispered into my ear. He kissed my neck and started pinching one of my nipples, almost making me come again. I was rubbing against him and I was so hot that we were both wet and I could feel my distended clit pulsating. I was right on the edge and he was fucking with me, not fucking me, and not letting me come. Had he said something? “Hm?” I asked, because who could talk?
“What?” he whispered. I was practically coming already, trying to get him inside me, but he kept dodging me.
He stopped pinching my nipple and started sucking it very, very softly. Ohmygod. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please.”
And then he rammed his beautiful cock slowly into me, and I started coming almost immediately, grabbing his ass, because I wanted him deep, deep inside me when my pussy went into convulsions. Then he started slamming me mercilessly, savagely, hurting me, using me, claiming me, punishing me. Even in the blaze of desire I understood what he was saying. I had been absent too long.
He thrust harder and deeper than he ever had before, and every thrust made my pussy close around him like a velvet glove, driving us both wild. It was like we couldn’t fuck hard enough or deep enough. He threw my legs over his shoulders so he could hit me more deeply, and we became frenzied, (I realized I still had my heels on), thrusting at each other like beasts, screaming and grunting until we both came like tornadoes, thrusting, hitting and convulsing.
Five hours later
“Never,” I say. I mean it. I lean in to smell the scent of his skin. Mmmmmm. I’m drunk from him, dazed and unquestionably in love.I’m speaking to, I am in bed with J. my boyfriend. The summer was full of surprises.