Page 51 of The Road to You
He cups my ass firmly with his big, strong hands and drags me toward his hardening shaft. My sensitive clit presses against the fabric, and I moan when a shiver of pleasure runs up my spine.
Michele’s mouth is a piece of art. Made for kissing and nipping and devouring mine by God himself. His soft full lips suck on my lower one, and when his tongue slips into mine his long, sensual strokes make me dizzy. He takes his time savoring me, exploring the sensation of this kiss. It’s different from the previous ones. It’s more deliberate, dirty, and driven by a goal that we’re both craving. There is no going back from here.
His long fingers slip from my buttcheeks to my core, stroking the seams with lazy exploring movements. When his digits go deep, tentatively stroking my opening, he breaks our kiss to lean back and look me in the eyes.
“You are soaking wet,” he states in surprise.
He is so serious that he knocks the air out of my lungs.
I let out a disbelief-filled giggle. “You’re here, your whole glorious body on display, what did you expect? I’d have to be blind not to get turned on by you.”
He chuckles, stroking his fingers on my sensitive parts and making me quiver. “I was only trying to cool down, I swear.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”
His chuckles fade into a deep groan when he grabs a fistful of my hair and sinks his tongue into my mouth again in a frenzied, ravenous kiss that takes my breath away.
This is the Michele I always imagined behind the gentleman who accompanied me on this journey. Possessive, passionate, and entirely uninhibited. Gone is the respectful touch, his wild side takes over as he tilts my head to the side to deepen the kiss. I have never been kissed like this, like he’s trying to mark me so deep I’ll never get rid of his imprint.
His hips push hard against my core, making me feel the entire length of his now hard and glorious cock. I whimper when one of his hands wraps around my waist and pushes me down while he raises his hips.
“I need to taste you,” he whispers frantically against my lips while he easily gets rid of my robe, letting it pool on the floor.
“First, I want your boxers out of the way. Now,” I order, pushing myself up on my knees, giving him the space to slip his underwear down his muscular thighs and to the floor.
He chuckles. “I like it when you’re needy and bossy at the same time.”
A groan cuts off his words when I grab his hot, hard shaft in my hand and stroke it, lowering myself on his lap again and grinding my clit against it.
“Fuck,” he grits out, putting his hands on the bed behind him and tilting his head back.
A grin escapes my lips as I lower my gaze to his taut body, his abs clenching hard with every stroke of my hand. He is so gloriously perfect, and I can’t believe he is mine to cherish and enjoy.
“I need to taste you,” he says again, pushing himself up and grabbing my hips.
He lies on the bed and guides me to straddle his face. He thrusts me down until I’m in his mouth, moaning when his tongue traces my seam from ass to clit and my legs tremble in pleasure.
“God, I don’t know how much I can resist if you keep doing that.” I let out a desperate whimper.
I don’t know if I want him to make me come fast or take his time dragging out this blissful sensation forever.
He licks a second time, and I quiver.
“Trust me, this won’t be the only time I will make you come tonight. You taste so good I’ll be licking this pussy all night long.”
He sucks on my clit, and I let out a desperate moan while I fall forward and put my hands on the bed to hold myself up.
“I want to taste you too.” I whimper in response while I push up, gaining a disappointed groan from Michele.
He doesn’t complain too much when I shift and position myself again over his face, but this time facing his magnificent cock. It’s long and hard, and the veins climbing up his length are pulsing, making it twitch. A bead of precum is taunting me, and when I bend to lick its salty taste, Michele lets out a groan that reverberates on my clit and sends waves of pleasure straight to my core. I’m so close to coming, I almost can’t breathe.
I circle the head of his cock with my tongue once, twice, three times, until his hips shoot up in need to sink into my mouth. I take him out of his misery and suck him in. Using the right amount of suction to take him deeper, but slowly enough to drive him crazy.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he murmurs incoherently while I take him deeper and deeper.
A smile curves my lips, proud to have him at my mercy. He breathes hard against my soaked pussy and moans loudly when I let his cock slip from my lips with a loud pop.
“You are not allowed to stop back there,” I tease him.
