Page 5 of Mr. Cream
Ambrosia
Trapped in Devon’s heated gaze, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He studies me like someone would study a work of art, admiring every inch and curve of my body. Not once do I feel uncomfortable; instead, I feel cherished.
Slowly, Devon removes his own clothes until we’re both standing in front of each other completely bare and it’s my turn to admire the gorgeous man standing in front of me. Every inch of him is hard, chiseled perfection. His broad chest is covered in a light dusting of hair and narrows to a trim waist. My eyes travel the length of him, stopping at his hard cock. I tremble slightly at the thought of it inside of me. Was it really that big when I was on my knees, swallowing every inch with my mouth?
“Ambrosia.” Devon’s voice is soft and distracts me. My eyes flick up and I’m surprised when I see his lips tipped up in a lopsided smile. “Before I forget, thank you.”
“For what?”
He takes a few steps forward and slips a hand around my neck, letting his fingers tangle in my long hair. “For trusting me tonight.” He crushes his lips against mine, branding me as his and my heart soars.Yes, I say to myself.I want to belong to him!
He tears his mouth away with a snarl. “Get on the bed, Ambrosia,” he commands.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper before brushing past him to lay down on the massive king-sized bed that dominates the middle of the room.
“I’m going to go slow,” he tells me as he stalks his way over to the bed like a predator who has his prey caught in his sights. When he’s at the edge of the bed, he reaches out a hand and his fingers dance across my bare skin. They stop at the apex of my body and I part my thighs slightly for him. Devon’s fingers slip between my folds and he hums appreciatively. “You’re still nice and wet. Ready for me.”
He places his hands on the bed, on either side of my body and climbs atop me, covering me with his massive frame. My legs part to make room for him but he seems content to lay like this for a moment. He places light kisses along my neck and cheek and then down my chest, just above my breasts before he bends his head to suck the nipple of one into his mouth. My back arches in response.
My nipple pops out of his mouth and Devon sit up. His hands run down my sides until they hold my hips firmly. I can feel his hard length brush along my slit and I squirm. He smiles wickedly as he releases one hand and takes hold of his cock. I watch as he strokes it from root to tip before he presses it against my entrance.
Slowly, he fills me. It’s the most delicious pain that I ever felt. There’s a slight pinch and some pressure and when he’s fully inside of me, he stops and lets me adjust to the feeling.
“Oh god,” Devon moans out, leaning over me and holding himself up with his hands. “You feel so good, baby. Are you okay?”
I shake my head and he smiles slightly before leaning down to kiss my cheek. He starts moving slightly, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back inside. He groans with pleasure every time. We continue this way for a moment, this slow and sensual dance between our tangled bodies and then he stops.
“What’s wrong,” I ask. Oh god, have I done something wrong?
“I can’t hold back any longer, Ambrosia. Being inside of you feels too good and I want more.”
I move my hips, mimicking the rhythm that he already created because I’m ready for more. I’m ready to give him everything. “Go on,” I whisper, my hands sliding up his chest. “Give me more.”
He kisses me hard before he wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against his body. My legs tighten around his waist as he thrusts hard and deep inside of me. A moan escapes my lips and Devon stops to make sure that I’m okay. I encourage him to continue with a nod of my head. He plunges himself deeply inside of me over and over until I feel him shake; my own body tenses as I begin to creep closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
The pain in the pleasure is almost too much to bear. I need release. “More,” I cry out.
Devon sits up slightly and snakes a hand between our bodies. His fingers slip between my soaked center and brush against my clit. It feels like magic, like heaven.
“Yes,” I shout as my orgasm floods my body and I tumble into blissful oblivion. I feel Devon tense and then he groans with the satisfaction as his cock pulses against the walls of my pussy, spilling his creamy seed deep inside of me.
Devon’s body relaxes as he collapses on top of me. His breath is heavy and his sweat slickened body slides against mine. He places kisses lightly along my cheeks and the bridge of my nose before moving to my lips. He kisses me sweetly, cupping my chin with his hand.
“You’re mine, Ambrosia,” he says roughly. “Forever.”
