Page 83 of Blackout

“Gentle isn’t really our strong suit,” I remind him.

“Not going to say it again,” he grunts, sliding a hand over my stomach. Lowering his head, his open mouth replaces his hand, and he tenderly peppers my belly with kisses. The tension leaves my body and I slink back into the mattress, enjoying the sensations of his gentle touch.

His hands glide up the sides of my body, outlining my every curve as his mouth continues to travel. Reaching my chest, he leans back and gently takes one breast in his hand. His palm is cool against my hot skin and a soft moan flies past my lips.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” I murmur, closing my eyes as his thumb gently slides over my erect nipple. His free hand moves to my other breast, circling it softly. I swear my eyes roll behind my closed lids as I arch off the bed, begging him for more.

“Open your eyes,” he demands.

It takes me a moment to comply and when I do, I find him hovering over my tits, his mouth open and ready. I’m about to object but the words get lost on my tongue as his sneaks out and licks my nipple. Keeping his eyes pinned to mine, he practices restraint and bounces from one nipple to the other, licking lavishly. The pain fades and my panties grow wetter and wetter with every stroke of his tongue.

“Oh god,” I moan. “I…”

“Tell me,” he growls, softly blowing on one of my pebbled nipples.

Another whimper.

Another roll of my hips.

“Blackie.”

“Right here,” he croons, taking another long lick.

I close my eyes and imagine his tongue between my legs, licking me with the same care. Long lavish strokes and blowing on my clit, teasing me and pleasuring me until I’m writhing against his mouth, screaming his name.

As if he can read my mind, he tears his skillful mouth away from my breasts and slides further down my body. His hands move under the waistband of my panties and in one fluid motion he pulls them off, tossing them behind him. Grabbing my legs, he throws them over his shoulders and hunkers down between my thighs.

His tongue slides between my folds and he grunts with satisfaction, tasting the desire he’s pulled out of my body with that first lick. Fisting the sheets, I arch my hips, encouraging him to keep going. He inserts two fingers and flattens his tongue over my clit.

In and out.

Under and over

He devours me until I’m a quivering mess, clenching my thighs tight as I cry out his name and come all over his tongue. Forcing my eyes open, I peer at him and watch as he lifts his head and licks his lips, savoring the taste of me. Another whimper falls off my mouth as he leans back on his haunches and pushes his sweat pants down. He stops at his knees, taking his freed cock in his hand.

In a flash he spreads my legs wider and lowers himself in between them. With the head positioned at my entrance, he lifts his hands and splays his flat palms on the mattress, caging me in. Our eyes lock as he gently probes me.

“Damn,” he mutters.

“What?”

“I’m one lucky bastard,” he whispers, thrusting his hips.

Buried to the hilt, he closes his eyes and I raise my hands, threading my fingers through his hair. A second later his eyes open wide and his nostrils flare as he starts to move. My hands leave his head and move down his back. Reaching his ass, I squeeze two hands full and lift my hips. He starts to move faster, pounding into me as if both our lives depend on how hard we fuck and how quickly we come.

Dropping his head to my neck, his mouth takes purchase on my neck. The slick sound of our flesh meeting fills the air as he sucks my already bruising neck between his teeth. He moves his hands from the bed and his fingers dig into my hair, holding me steady as he pushes deeper.

Completely full and at the mercy of his cock, I cry out as a tremor rocks my body, taking me over the crest. Pleasure engulfs me and all the intimate parts of my body light up as I ride out the orgasm. Blackie follows my lead and with a grunt, his body starts to tremble as he comes long and hard.

Careful not to drop his weight on me, he uses his hands to push off me. His brown eyes drink me in slowly as he gasps for breath.

“You good?” he questions hoarsely.

Inching forward, I press my lips to his.

“I’m good, baby,” I breathe against his mouth.

As long as I have him, I’ll always be good.

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