Page 15 of The Scorpio Skyy
While I couldn’t say that Skyy was skittish, she definitely had a real-life . . . thing . . . about trust. It was hard as hell to earn it from her. And if you lost it . . . you were never getting it back. I made it my business to be as trustworthy as she was in my dealings with her.
“Your skin is so fucking soft.” My voice was husky to my own ears as I traveled down her body. I dropped kisses all along her skin as I went.
Kisses in the crook of her neck.
Kisses on the flat of her chest.
Kisses at the swell of her left breast, and then the right one, before I took each nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily.
Kisses across her stomach.
Kisses over her hairless mound.
I draped her legs over my shoulders, then buried my face in her center. I inhaled deeply. Soon after, I licked her opening, before beginning the process of devouring her. I loved it when her back arched from the floor and a sigh of pure pleasure bubbled up.
“Ahhhmmm,” she moaned, her hands involuntarily finding their way to the back of my head.
I used my tongue like a snake charmer, hypnotizing her pussy, causing her hips to dance and sway to a rhythm completely controlled by me. She rocked into my face, as I sucked andlicked and licked and sucked.
Words and utterances fell from her lips into the atmosphere. Her hips gyrated slowly against my mouth.
“Yes. Yes.” Her chants were whispered but filled with passion.
I turned her inside out as she bucked against my face, pressing the back of my head into her pussy, and her legs spread wider.
She released on my tongue with a long moan, and her hands fell away from my head, providing the opportunity for me to finally take a breath. I didn’t need it. I continued to feast until I had cleaned every drop of her essence.
I climbed up her body. “You taste good as hell, but I knew you would. You smell too fucking good not to taste like dessert.”
She was quiet on her back, her chest heaving as she panted out breaths.
I pulled her earlobe into my mouth, as I slid inside of her, the sweet heat and the tight grip of her pussy welcoming me home.
“Ooh.” Her moan came out soft and low, almost like a whisper.
I’d never heard anybody whisper-moan. It caused my dick to grow harder than it already was. “You feel so fucking good.” I punctuated each word with a thrust into her middle.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and raked down my back. I wasn’t sure if she drew blood or not, and I really didn’t give a damn. If that was the price I had to pay to be balls deep in Skyy after wanting her for so long, I was with it.
I pounded into her relentlessly, relishing in the feeling the grip of her pussy created. Neither of us could hold back our moans and groans as our bodies moved in sync.
Sweat coated our bodies as we took and gave in equal measure. My heart pounded in my chest as I filled her, stretching her in ways that made me want to crash out and lean in at the same time. The feeling of claiming her, . . . making her mine, was heavy as hell. Her body shuddered beneath me, and even I trembled from the pleasure. I was thankful as hell for both the thickness and the softness of the rug. It absorbed some of the force of my thrusts, and my thirst for Skyy had me trying to put her through the floor a little bit.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Her small hands roamed over my body possessively, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. I could feel my own muscles flexing under her fingertips as she dug them into my ass, urging me to go even deeper. Even harder.
Her teeth grazed my neck before she sucked gently, and it earned her a subdued groan from me. This girl was everything. She was more than anything my imagination could’ve conjured and more than every daydream.
Going up on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulders again and picked up the pace, losing myself in her and losing myself in the moment. One sexual encounter was fucking up my entire mind. This girl was making a simp out of me and didn’t even know it.
My hips slammed against hers, and the sound echoed through the room. Our soft moans filled the air, drowning out any thoughts or worries from our past. I watched her bare breasts bounce as my strokes landed and watched her facial expressions morph between pleasure and pain. I leaned over and kissed her mouth, and that was when I felt it. I felt her body contract—contract harder, still, and then relax. My dick was submerged in her—on a deep diving excursion inside her. I found the buried treasure inside of her. Thoughts like that took me over the edge. I didn’t pull out. She was my future wife, the mother of my future children. I pressed as deep as possible and released my load in her depths.
I fell to the side of her, trying to catch my breath. A few seconds later, I pulled her on top of me and wrapped my arms possessively around her. She peppered soft kisses across my bare chest, while I finger combed her wavy hair. Eventually, the kisses stopped, and her breathing evened out.
