Page 18 of Witch's Rite
My skin sang with pleasure everywhere he touched me. Every kiss was a mouthful of fresh air. I felt like I was floating on clouds despite clinging to his hard, solid body. His mouth followed every curve and contour of me as if drawing a single line with his lips. But nothing was rushed about how he tasted and explored me. He took just as much time coaxing my nipples into diamond-hard points as he did kissing along my rib cage.
"Sal," I breathed, digging my nails into the hard landscape of his back. "You're killing me with all this teasing."
"And you're killing me with this body of yours. I need to take my time appreciating it."
He pressed another hard kiss to my mouth and a sharp gasp escaped me when the firm, round head of his cock pressed against my sex.
I cinched my legs even tighter around his waist, locking my ankles together around his back and pressing every square inch of myself against him that I could.
He slid inside me in one fluid motion, tearing apart my softness with his hardness and filling the empty void within me.
"Fuck, Deja," he growled, skimming his teeth across my shoulder. “This is where I'm meant to be. Being inside you is home."
When he entered me, it felt like a key had unlocked something. I couldn't say exactly what, but a feeling of being open and free came over me. My past no longer defined me. It didn't matter. I had my magic and one of my lovers.
Every doubt, hesitation, and insecurity disappeared as Sal rolled his hips against me. My inhibitions melted into nothing as he filled me up with pleasure, stoking the flames of my desire into a roaring inferno.
A new desire soon filled me-- an overwhelming urge not to just lay back and enjoy, but to take control.
"Sit up for me," I moaned into his ear.
He obliged, wrapping one powerful arm around me as he leaned back against the sofa. His cock never left me but now I was in control. I secured my arms around his shoulders and soon found my rhythm riding his thick shaft.
"Mm, I love it when you're bossy," he groaned as he brought a hand between us to rub my clit.
He said that like we'd done this before. He touched me like he knew my body as well as I did.
Jolts of pleasure zapped up from my clit to my nipples, building up an intense pressure that threatened to burst.
I rode him harder, relishing in the sensation of him filling me up so deeply. He held my waist, guiding my thrusts with one hand while working my clit with the other.
My orgasm finally released and I convulsed around him. It was so much, so intense that I moved to lift myself off of his cock.
"No," Sal rasped, wrapping both arms around me and plunged back inside me to the hilt. "Let me feel you come."
He filled me up so impossibly much, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, holding me in place as he rocked against me. The friction sent smaller shockwaves through me, like miniature orgasms following the main event.
I slumped against him like all my bones had been liquefied. His pulse hammered underneath my ear with its odd-- but comforting--backward rhythm.
"Had enough already, beautiful?" he chuckled, smoothing his palms down my thighs.
"I'm a little spent," I admitted, feeling a bit bewildered. I never felt this tired after a single orgasm before. But then again I never rode a dick that hard nor came that hard before.
"No worries," he said softly, planting a kiss on my temple and coursing his fingers through my hair.
I lifted my head. "I never said that I was done with you."
He looked surprised and then pleased as I slid off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. I gazed at his heavy erection for a moment before stroking it, slowly rolling the velvety skin up the hard shaft.
"Ohh, fucking--"
His words stopped abruptly as I took him in my mouth, sealing my lips over his smooth head and pressing my tongue to the underside. As I worked into a steady pace, he breathed again, letting out wordless moans and sighs.
My mind reeled as I sucked and stroked him into a frenzy. I felt in control of my body, yet completely unlike myself. I had never been a fan of blowjobs in the past and definitely had no skill to speak of. But for some reason I was dying to taste him, to feel his hardness fill my mouth, and to hear his little gasps and moans as I pleasured him. It was making me wet again.
"Ohh yes, beautiful. Touch yourself."
