Page 69 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Ah,” I grin at her frazzled mind. “They wanted to. But I didn’t let them.”
I pull back.
“Why not?”
She licks her lips, cheeks pinkening. “Because I was still very much hung up on you,” she confesses. “I didn’t think it was fair to let them mark me if I wasn't completely theirs. I was planning on getting closure before letting them.”
My eyes flick between hers, gripping her hips as I force her to rock against my knee. Her eyes roll back, and this primal pride fills me at bringing her pleasure.
“How about now?” I lick at her neck, grinding her on my knee. “You want that closure now?”
“No.” She shakes her head, panting heavily. “Never.”
“Good,” I purr before biting down on her neck hard, but not enough to leave a mark.
“Oh god,” she whines, clawing at my back.
“You're so wet, Lulu, I can feel your slick soaking through my leggings.” I lick up her neck, stopping at her ear. “So fucking needy for me, aren’t you?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck, yes. Oh god. Ally. I–it’s–oh god,” Lulu whimpers.
“Does my needy girl need to cum?” I ask, holding the back of her leg still as I move with shallow thrusts, only requiring the littlest bit of friction. I’m so damn worked up, my clit throbbing with need, it’s not going to take much to get me off.
But my main focus is this woman in my arms. Her sounds of pleasure make my head spin and my body tingle.
My nipples are so hard right now, pressing against my sports bra.
Speaking of nipples. I move back enough to pull down her sports bra just enough to make her left breast fall free. They’re so perky and perfect. “Fuck,” I moan before leaning in and latching on.
“Yes. Oh fuck. Yes,” Lulu sobs.
Sucking hard, I pull back, scraping my teeth against her areola before trapping her perked nipple between my teeth. “Shhh. Don’t want anyone to hear,” I murmur.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers softly. “It feels so good.”
I suckle on her nipple, my head spinning with need.
She is better than any drug.
Letting her nipple go with a pop, I shift us so I can place my hand over her mouth and rock both of our bodies. It’s probably not the most comfortable position, but I don’t think either of us cares.
“Cum for me, Lulu,” I pant, sweat breaking out over my brow as my body races towards the edge.
The pure need in her eyes makes me feral, the love and desperation for me hits me right in the heart.
Her pupils dilate as she breathes heavily against my palm. Then I watch as they roll back, her hands digging into my shoulder as her hips work frantically, pussy grinding against my knee.
She sobs against the palm of my hand, and I watch in wonder as she shatters just for me.
Removing my hand, I replace it with my mouth, swallowing her whimpers and cries as I rock my hips, grinding my pussy against her thigh. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m gripping her hips and moaning against her lips as I shatter, my orgasm washing over me.
Slick gushes free, and I know I’ve made just as much of a mess on Lulu as she has on me.
I don’t care. I don’t think she cares.
I’m high right now, on cloud nine. Our scents mingling together is the best fucking smell ever.
“Holy shit.” She closes her eyes, head falling back against the rock as her chest rises and falls.
