Page 103 of Intoxicated
This isn’t helping my incessant need to screw. “Careful, Benton,” I say. “Go all night with a succubus, and you might lose your life.”
“Worth it.”
“Even going all night with a woman who loves to feel like aslut?”
Yes, I’m insane. Choosing now to throw that in his face. Ah, see? He flinched? How terrible of me. Making himflinch.“As long as she’s my slut, I don’t see what the problem is.”
“You don’t get to own me. Nobody does.”
“It’s not owning you if you willingly stay with me.”
I was prepared to continue the banter. After all, that amazing cock is coming out of his trousers, hard and happy to see me again. I should be thinking of all the hot ways I want to play with it. Where I want to put it and how hard I want to fuck it and suck it. Instead, I’m mulling over those words that hit me right in the horny gut.
“I’ll stay for as long as you give me what I need.”
We both know I’m not talking about money.
I don’t have to tell him twice to make love to me. Once his mouth is on mine, my back is on the bed and my fingers back on his cheeks. We’re so wrapped up in what our lips can do that I almost don’t notice the gentle glide of his cock inside of me. In true, ridiculous fashion, the tip barely penetrates me before it falls right back out again. Drew sighs against my chin and takes the matter into his own hand. It’s such a common occurrence when you’re having sex. Yet for the first time ever, the moment is not a hindrance to my having fun. It’s a part of the larger portrait that shapes our relationship. Him acting like a mere mortal who has to manually steer his dick inside of me is more humanizing than anything he can whisper in my ear.
Likewise, I hope he enjoys that garbled groan I just choked against his arm.
Oh myGodI missed him. I missedthis.How often do you meet a man who can fill you with such precision that it takes your breath away? When you open your eyes and look up into his, you’re overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. The tousled hair. The grizzly look coming to claim his face. Those big, blue eyes that stare right back into your soul. The wrinkled collar falling away from his neck. The little red mark on his skin thatyouleft behind with nothing but your mouth.
It’s unreal. If I could bottle up any moment as my treasured keepsake, it’s this one right here. The moment when it all begins again.
Unironically, I’m the first one to move, because I can’t stand it anymore. The love of my life is inside of me. He’s looking at me like I’m the light in the darkness. Everything is boiling over, begging me to either clamp it with a lid or let it spill from one end of my soul to the other.
I let it spill.
A famished eruption occurs when he kisses me. I’ve gone from being his lovely doll to the woman who is about to make him come so hard that he sees every star in the universe. My legs are wrapped around him like a vise. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, the heady growls in his throat coaxing me to arch my back and take him in deeper. How can he be so perfectly shaped? I meld right into his hold and take him in so deep that my nether lips meet the hairs of his thighs. They call this the hilt and my pussy the sheath for a reason. That thick sword of his will cut deep if we’re not careful.
“Make love to me already,” I mutter on his lips. The sensation sends one of his hands onto the bed, where he grasps his own bed covers like they’re the only thing separating him from death. “Give me what I need.”
We’re not joking when we say I’m a succubus. I really am, aren’t I?
I’m destined to take every drop of his manhood and breath from his body. I’ll bend him over backward, giving him the most mind-blowing sex of his life. All I want in return is every piece of him, body and soul. That’s how I earn my keep while he earns his. The bedroom is our hunting grounds. Ourfeedinggrounds. I’ll greedily eat every bit of him. I’ll take my spoils as he launches his hips against me, spearing me so hard and so deep that I cry out in both relief and pain. Except I like the pain. I love the reminder that we’re not perfect. I need the reminder that we’re human.
This is how we make love.
He rips my sleeves down past my hands and yanks down my bra. He pops the buttons off his shirt and kicks his trousers down his legs. He growls into the crook of my neck and angles himself so I feel every agonizing inch of his cock as it plunges in and out of me. He taunts my core and challenges me to hold up my end of our lovemaking. If I want to come good and hard, I have to meet his thrusts and follow the rhythm of his hips with my own. But he will be happy to fuck me in any way I need. Any wayheneeds, lest I think this is all about me and my insatiable desires.
My fists ball against his chest, pushing up my breasts and giving him something to suck as he ups his speed. I feel it. Down there, in my core. It’s almost frightening how easily he makes me come. Let alone this hard. It’s like every piece of my soul is pulled from my extremities. The magnet in the core of my being wants my soul all in the same place. Right here, in my loins, my soul goes to get fucked.
It’s all I can think about.
“I’m coming…” My uncharacteristic whine is only met by the clench of my cunt and the rush of heat freeing from spirit from its constraints.
“I know.” That’s the last thing Drew says before slamming his hands onto the bed and slamming his cock into me.
The edge isn’t something to trip over. You’re either thrown off it or completely collapse. In this case, Drew hauls me to the edge of climax and tosses me into the ether. My screams of surrender echo in the room where he first made me his willing slave. This place where he showed me the kind of love I need is right at my fingertips. I have no words for him. No visions for myself. Nothing beyond the thigh quivering, leg shaking pleasure that wracks my whole body as he relentlessly pounds my depths.
I both want him to come inside me right now and to hold back. I want the instant satisfaction of that intimacy while also wanting to hold out for more.
This is Drew we’re talking about, though. He probably decided when he saw me at his door that he’d take every one of my holes before giving himself over to orgasm. I wouldn’t expect any less.
“Don’t stop!” I say that as soon as my first orgasm wanes. He’s got me by the arms, pining them to my sides. My breasts continue to shake in their cups although his thrusts are now slower, more methodical. Drew’s teasing the last of that orgasm out of me, making my eyes roll back and my legs slack around his hips. The only moment of peace I’m allowed is when he slowly pulls out the whole length of his erection, the tip glistening in my cum. Drew licks his hand and tugs on his cock. I think he’s about to come on me when I meet that monstrous look in his eye.
You think I don’t recognize it? Honey, it’s what I’m here for.
