Page 81 of Absinthe Dreams
His arm snaked around my waist, wicked fast, and he pulled me back into the crook of his body. He nuzzled behind my ear and kissed the crook of my neck and moaned, half-groaned, sleepily before demanding, “Where do you think you’re going?”
I chuckled lightly and cuddled back into him, his hard length poking me half in my back and half in my backside, and I couldn’t help but roll my hips. He growled, low and deep, and nipped my shoulder.
“Stop that, or else,” he growled.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmured and craned my neck back, turning my head, and he captured my mouth with his own.
We kissed, tongues slipping past lips and teeth to stroke along one another, tasting, licking, mouths sucking on bottom lips, and then came the teeth. Sharp, grazing, teasing with the promise of danger and pain, but in a delectable way.
It wasn’t long before his hand traveled beneath the hem of my short, satin tank and smoothed up my stomach to cup my breast. He pinched my nipple until I writhed, crying out into his mouth as he rolled the sensitive nub between his forefinger and thumb.
There was something both commanding and incrediblyneedyabout his touch this time. As though heneeded melike never before – and I wholeheartedly gave myself over to him.I let my nails bite into his shoulder, the other hand buried in the back of his long hair, the shaven underside growing out and sable soft against my palm. When he pinched too hard and just went over that invisible line into pain, I pulled his mouth from mine sharply by his hair and murmured one word,“Easy.”
He backed off completely and let his hand drift to my other breast to give it the same treatment. I groaned into his mouth and writhed against him, his hand leaving my breasts to drift below the waistband of my shorts to cup my pussy, fingertips playing in the wetness he found there, pressing against my clit almost too hard but not quite, before he started to manipulate his fingers pressed there in concentric circles, throwing accelerant onto the fire already spreading through me, whipping the gently flickering flames across my being into a raging wildfire.
He was relentless in his pursuit of bringing me to orgasm, and when I did, finally come, it was with an arm snaked around me, locking me back into his chest. At the same time, the other relentlessly worked my pussy, wringing every last drop of pleasure he could out of me beyond my pleas to stop because everything became so overwhelming, the stimulation turning tooverstimulation and completely ravaging me from the inside out – a most exquisite sort of torture.
By the time he let up, I was like a cat in heat, rolling to all fours and peeling my satin night top off even as he worked my shorts and soaked panties off my legs. He pushed down his shorts and grabbed my hips, pulling me back toward him, and I parted my knees and went low to the bed, opening up for him.
“Mm.” He slapped my ass cheek and I yowled, pushing back and opening up more as he rubbed at the red mark to take the sting out of it. I was soaking wet and needed him inside of me. It was a desire that opened like a chasm beneath me, swallowing me whole, yet he made me wait, grabbing a foil-wrappedcondom off the nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth, and rolling it expertly on in a fluid motion that might have been one. I didn’t know or care. I just needed himnow.
When he pushed into me, it was with a violence borne of straightneed,and I was all for it. I wanted rough, needed it, needed the sweet razor’s slice of pain to cut through the pleasure to let me know I wasalive– and I had absolutely no reason for it other than the vague notion that it would serve as the perfect distraction in the moment from the trauma that’d been endured.
“God, I fucking love you,” he said between gritted teeth. “But, man, I’m going tofuck you.”
“Yes!” I cried out as my pussy clenched harder around him at his words.
The room filled with the clapping sounds of our bodies meeting in rapid reports, and I nearly came when he pressed his thumb at the entrance to my back door.
It burned and ached when he thrust his thumb inside of me and worked it back and forth, opening me up, and I didn’t care if he fucked me there too – I wanted it. I wanted it all and to leave no part of my body unclaimed by him.
Sweat fell from both of us, lightly dewing my skin to be immediately cooled by the rotating ceiling fan above us – and it was just more sensation to slide over and through my already overloaded senses. His cock buried deep inside me, the scrape of my sensitive nipples on the sheets below me, the way his thumb was replaced by one finger in my ass, and then two.
It was all so much, the golden glow of my orgasm swelling in my womb, spreading through me, my pussy clenching, my asshole somehow relaxing more around his fingers, and my nipples tightening as the feeling built and built andbuilt!It felt like my body exploded in this richness of sensation, and the sound of my voice crying out, painted the room with joy as he pulled from my cunt, removed his fingers from my ass, andpressed slowly and evenly forward as I jerked and writhed with the pulse pounding orgasm.
I gasped and panted as his cock stretched me, invading my ass, the muscle burning and spasming in counterpoint to my pussy’s throbbing, and I whined as he filled me, his voice deep and masculine, creating the rich sensation of sable soft fur running over my body as he encouraged me to keep taking him. To take him all, and when he reached his root and pushed that little bit more, I bit off a feral scream becauseholy shitthat wastoo much– but it still felt so, so good!
“You good?” he demanded, and all I could emit was a light and breathy “Yeah,” and he was moving again, fucking my ass with this light, short, back, and forth stroking, and my pussy just keptrollingwith orgasm, pulsing with every little thrust of his cock, and it wasstrange. How my pussy kept coming and kept feeling so fuckingfantastic,while I had to simultaneously admit some discomfort with how he stretched my asshole.
I relaxed, giving myself over to the wild sensations coursing through me. I trusted him implicitly with my body, and just sort of let the bed hold me up while he worked back and forth and slowly,slowly, lengthened the stride of his stroked until he fucked my ass like he fucked my pussy, andoh,how hemoanedin appreciation.
How he gripped me by my shoulders and pressed thumbs between them at the base of my neck as he picked up his pace and found the sweet, sweet spot where it didallthe things forhim. I could feel the pleasure mounting in his system, hear it in the short, feral cries escaping his broad chest as he worked himself in and out of me. I braced for it, knowing that when he came and he lost his steady rhythm, that he would automatically thrustdeepand that itmightbe too much, that itmightbe unpleasant.
He thrust forward, crying out, and yeah, holy shit! That was a lot, but I collapsed beneath him, and he over the top of me. I couldn’t tell you why, but the sensation of his cock twitching and emptying in my ass wasso good.Dirty and erotic both at the same time, and as his weight settled over the top of me, I felt thoroughlyclaimed.
To be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Chainsaw…
Fucking a woman’s ass was worlds away from getting up into her pussy. While the sensations werealmostfundamentally the same, there was something about how her pussy gripped you from root to tip that just seemed to shorten the life of my pleasure.
Getting into her ass was phenomenal. She was so tight around the base of my shaft, but couldn’t get a grip along its entire length and around the head, which just made me last longer, drew the pleasure out long enough for me to really settle into it andenjoyit.
She felt so good, her body hot, her cries sexy as hell, and the way she writhed under me completely enthralled made me feel virile in a way I couldn’t even begin to describe.
I tried to take her cues of what was too much, what was just right, and what was somewhere in between, and I did everything I could to edge her hard and harder to where too much became just enough.
