Page 21 of Fall
When I taste myself inside this woman, my temperature soars to a melting point. I emptied everything I had into her under the rainwater shower, including my cum. And now the intoxicating flavor of us combined drives me crazy.
Her sexy groans tingle over my spine. The sensation of tightly captured strands catapults a rush of prickles across my scalp. A slick of essence coats my tongue. The aphrodisiac heightens my awareness of how there’s pleasure to be found beyond personal confinement.
It doesn’t take long for her breathing to race and her hips to buck. Moist flesh pushes into my face. Fuck, I love running my nose between her folds and sticking my tongue in deeper. But what I love even more is how she reacts. How her accent dances with my name and tricks me into thinking the past few years were a godforsaken nightmare. That I’m still Dante Valez. That I own Iris Kitson, and we’ll be together forever.
After her legs cease to shake and her grip releases my hair, I climb up her satiated body and press a kiss to her chin. Her palms fly to my cheeks. She drags my mouth to hers and nips my bottom lip before whispering, “We have unfinished business.”
My brows snap together. “What do you mean?”
Her torso twists, guiding my shoulders to the mattress. Then she straddles my groin. All the blood leaves my brain and powers to the one thing that can truly demolish her.
Hovering over me, her breasts jiggle as she positions herself. Fiery damp spirals fill the space between us. “Let me fuck you,” she whispers, almost scared I’ll shove her away.
“I think you like my dick, beija flor.” I capture her wrists. “Ask for permission to use it for whatever you want.”
Her pupils dilate. “Permission?” She nibbles the side of her mouth.
“Uh-huh,” I hum. “If you want it, ask for it.”
“Can I have your dick,please?” She smirks.
Releasing her dainty wrists, I shove my fingers into her hair and pull her freckled face to mine. Quick puffs of fright feather my cheekbone, and she falters. “Just so we’re clear. You’ve intrigued my dick since the night we met. It’s been sitting at a constant state of solid for weeks now. You’re my dirty little infatuation. Something I want and have no right to keep.” I lick her parted mouth, flicking her upper lip with my tongue. “But getting payback for what happened to my sister is a beast bigger than you and I. It’s bigger than this.” I graze her jaw with my teeth before taking a serious breath. “The people who murdered my little sister will die. No pardons. No forgiveness. I won’t stop until they’re dead. All of them. Do you understand who I am? And what that thirst for violence makes me?”
She whimpers. Sharp nails dig into my torso. I love the sting. It fires up my senses. Fireworks explode under my skin. Rockets send adrenaline shots to my pulse.
“It makes you normal.” Long lashes tap her eyebrow when my tongue trails the dip of her clavicle. Sexy scratches burn a hot blaze across my shoulders. It reminds me of the pain I try to forget, but somewhere along the way crave it, just to feel alive.
“There’s nothing normal about this, beija flor.” I snatch her hand. Our fingers interlock. “You’re leaving the Oasis for good. It’s final. I’ll never see you again.” My lungs pause. “So when you sit on my dick, scream my fucking name so the jungle knows who freed you. So it brands your tongue the same way my dick brands your insides.”
She lifts my distorted fingertips to her lips, drawing my index finger into her warm, wet mouth without flinching. There’s no hesitation. This woman bypasses the unsightly scars and sucks me into her innocent mouth. When she hums, the vibrations burst up my arm in volts. My electrified heart slams against my ribcage.
Her eyes sparkle when she sees the hairs on my skin prick. Molten molasses rings her excitement. Teeth purposefully nip the top of my finger. Alien pressure surges in prickles. Rays of sensations stream through my body. Affliction crosses the threshold into pleasure.
Rising to her knees, she fearlessly reverses, aligns and impales herself on my hard-on. I hiss through clenched teeth as her inner walls clamp around my dick. She takes a quick moment to get used to the fullness. Then gradually sits upright and stares down at me with eyes darkened by lust. I cinch her waist as she elevates and lowers with newfound power.
“Say it,” I grit out, watching curls skim jiggling breasts. “If you don’t scream my name, I’ll give you a reason to scream.”
Her pace goes from hungry to teasing. “Oh yeah, Dante Valez. What will you do?” he challenges.
I go from lying on my back to sitting in a heartbeat. She gasps when I secure her spine and wind a clump of hair around my hand before tugging. Her throat bows, gloriously exposed. Instead of taking advantage of her vulnerable neck, I grab her breast and bite the nipple. She’s utterly trapped. Immobilized on my throbbing dick. Locked in place with a fistful of hair. She shivers uncontrollably. Visible bumps scatter every inch of her creamy flesh.
“Dante,” she murmurs, her voice projecting to the rafters. “Please…” I exchange sharp teeth for a dragging tongue. “Dante!”
The hand cradling her nape releases ever so slightly, and her face instantly descends. Big eyes snare mine. Nose to nose. Breath to breath. And finally, lips to lips. She kisses me, and I fucking kiss her back.
Her hips rock so the connection deepens and shock waves crest. When she sinks onto my cock, intense tingles create charged volts—and a cluster fuck of hyper butterflies collide in my chest. Supreme sensations hit me from all directions, making my hands more urgent as they guide her pelvis. The skin around my balls cinches. Heartbeats drum. Hot, sweaty skin slaps and rubs.
“Dante,” she mumbles into my mouth. Her palms loop around my nape, helping her to grind and fill her pussy to capacity.
I rip my lips away, nostrils flaring. “Louder,” I demand, getting off on the rush of her obedience. Our bare chests clash as she moves.
Her jaw slackens the instant her head tips back and she slips into oblivion. A potent orgasm explodes inside her lithe body. I cradle her bowed spine as she surrenders to the euphoria, experiencing the ripples of her pleasure when her insides spasm. My name rips into the night air like it’s the only way she can exhale.
I can’t explain the climax that detonates around my heart and forces my fiery veins to bleed for her. It coils inside my gut and unravels when she goes limp with exhaustion. My lungs blaze with every haggard breath I take.
I’ve never experienced sex like this. Not where the woman takes control or I relinquish power, and that’s exactly what I did. I allowed myself to feel every bombshell of emotions and every phenomenal sensation. I fucking loved it. Need more of it. Crave it within every cursed molecule in my tortured body.
How this happened is unknown to either of us. We both tried to resist, but in the end she’s my addiction, my source of insurmountable energy and the bright light shining on my sad existence.
