Page 47 of Find Me

He cuts me off. “I told you to sit on my face, not to hover. So, with all due respect, shut the fuck up and sit.” He growls.

I flush at the command, letting him pull me onto him until his mouth is firmly against me, until there is no space left between us. His tongue moves expertly over me, licking parts of me I swore I didn’t know could be brought to life this way. I gasp as his tongue finds its way inside of me, drawing a primal moan from my mouth that is met with a growl of approval, a growl that reverberates throughout my entire being. I can’t help but tip my head back in pleasure as he absolutely devours me, my nerves alight with every expert stroke of his tongue. Release finds me quickly and I shatter with his mouth on me, my orgasm stealing the breath from my lungs.

As I try to catch my breath strong arms pull me back until he is able to sit up, looking me straight in the eyes.

“I want to make one thing extremely clear, love,” he says, licking his lips as if relishing the taste of me. “When it come to this, to you and me, you can never do anything wrong, it’s simply not possible.” Desire flickers behind his eyes.

I open my mouth to respond but before any words can make their way past my lips his mouth finds mine.

I start at the sudden advance but am quickly overcome by pleasure as his tongue claims my mouth once again. I can taste myself on him, and heat flickers within me in response.

As if he can feel my desire growing, he lets out a soft growl. He moves his hands around me, quickly flipping me back onto the bed so I’m underneath him, closing the space between our mouths and bodies instantly.

This is pure ecstasy.

I can feel the hard length of his cock against me as he grabs my wrists firmly, placing them above my head, pinning me down. His lips leave no piece of me untouched, and the way he worships my body has me arching my back into him, wanting more of everything he has to give me.

I feel his smile as his lips graze my neck.

“You want more, love?”

I moan in response, arching my back even further into him, showing him my answer instead of telling him.

He chuckles under his breath.

“You will be the end of me,” he whispers, before pulling away to grab another foil packet from my dresser, rolling it over his length before joining me on the bed again. His weight is comforting against me as he positions himself at my entrance, and I find myself practically panting for more.

“You want this?” He growls, looking into my eyes for confirmation before moving an inch further.

“I want all of you.” I moan beneath his gaze, wrapping my legs around his waist, trying to convey just how badly I need him right now, how badly I want to be at his mercy, and how much I trust him to do whatever he wants to me.

His mouth crashes against mine again, and I give into the ecstasy of this moment as he gives me everything I ask for, pushing himself into the hilt.

“You take me so well.” He rumbles in my ear, kissing and nipping at me, pausing as he allows me to adjust to him inside of me.

He shifts, moving himself even deeper. Just when I think I can’t take anymore of him he pulls back, before gently picking up a pace that has me moaning his name as my nails dig into his back and wishing this could last forever.

My heart races with excitement, and as his tempo increases, so do the intensity of my moans.

He presses into me with a force that sends shivers through my entire body, making me gasp for breath as our movements grow frantic, primal urges driving us forward.

He lets out a growl and thrusts into me powerfully and my world spins as I get lost in the intensity of it all, feeling a deep release that echoes his, making my entire body convulse.

He looks at me pensively as we catch our breath. “You know, I would die happy,” he muses.

“What?” I respond breathily as my breathing steadies.

“If I couldn’t breathe with you sitting on my face,” he continues, “I would die a very happy man.”

I can’t help but smile, as a blush takes over my face.

“I love it when you blush for me, love,” he says, his eyes flickering. “I love it almost as much as I love watching you take all of me like you just did.”

He pulls towards me, and his lips find my forehead, kissing me tenderly. I wonder if this is what it’s supposed to be like with men, if this is what I have been missing all this time. And it dawns on me that while he might be happy to die with me on top of him, I would be happy to die beside him.

We lay in bed entangled for hours, drifting off to sleep before drifting back together again. The rest of the night is a blur of skin and lips and hands and him. I give everything to him, and he gives me so much of himself in return. I didn’t know pleasure like this could exist, and as our bodies collide against each other again, I swear our souls do as well.

The night fades and the sun starts to rise before we finally find the willpower to leave my bed, getting dressed and making our way back to my kitchen, the discarded plates and coffee cups still there from yesterday.

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