Page 25 of Until Now
“Why isn’t this in my mouth?” There’s feigned innocence in the question.
I almost shoot a load right there. The words make my heartbeat rise, and the beast inside stands tall too. My lips are on hers, fingers entwined in her silky hair. I take the impure kiss without holding anything back. Tongues reach for each other in a hungry, fucking hot exploration. More. More.
Then she ups the game. A gentle bite of my bottom lip brings her eyes to mine. She holds me captive, and an eyebrow lifts in defiance before her mouth opens, and I’m released.
“Is that how you want to play, woman? Get ready,” I say, touching my tongue to my lip.
Game on. Both set free from a captivity we did not realize existed. That’s what this feels like. There is a loss of control, as all my senses take in the moment. The sight of her, the scent, how my hands feel on her skin and in her hair. It is fucking unbelievable.
She’s against the wall, and then me. Rolling in a frenzy of passion, we fight to taste every morsel of each other. I know somehow this is where I belong. Alongside Dominique, feasting with her. For the first time, I understand the popularity of vampire stories. The hot fucking sexuality of the feed.
She mirrors the intense passion. Hands move to remove anything hiding our nakedness. Shoes are kicked to the side, my pants, followed by my boxer briefs, are stripped in one quick movement. The shirt sails over my head to the floor.
I watch her taking in my body. This is how a man wants to be seen by his lover. Without words, her expression saying everything. The smile, the darkened eyes. Even the almost imperceptible nod. Then she begins to lift the dress over her head. Slowly. Purposely. For me.
Without pausing, I reach for her and lose the dress. Oh, God. What do I look at first? Forget the pink bra and panties. I am way ahead of that. Standing a breath away, I reach around and unhook the bra. It falls, and I catch myself staring like a sixteen-year-old who’s just seeing breasts up close for the first time.
Hers are well shaped and the size I prefer. They fit perfectly within my palms. Small handfuls of heaven, with prominent pink nipples sitting high on suckable areolas. Like a desert dweller to water, my mouth finds them. They give life. When the moan escapes her lips, my dick speaks up, begging for more.
“Spread your legs.”
She widens the stance without hesitation. I bring my middle finger to her mouth, and she sucks it. Slipping my hand inside the lace panties, I land on soft bare lips. Oh hell, that does it. There isn’t a need for lubrication because she’s wet already. Our eyes lock with the discovery. I lift my finger to the opening of her tight pussy, and she catches her breath. The sound is so fucking sexy.
“Let me in!” The command is obeyed, and eyes say yes to the idea.
Once inside her sweet pussy, I call her to me. Come here, baby. My finger wiggles slowly and gently against her G-spot. Obviously, I’m on target because nails dig into my shoulders, and there’s a tight rotation of her hips, helping her reach the place that feels the best.
Her breathing changes, and so does mine. Fuck. I think I can make her come. Right here, standing up, with only a finger inside. God. My thumb is playing with the little hardball of her clit. As passion rises, we lock eyes. Her jaw tightens. Then shoulders lift, and her mouth opens in a silent scream of ecstasy. I feel cum drip all over my finger. A single drop lands in my palm.
Holy shit! Is this real? She’s the eighth wonder of the world. I could cross a burning desert if I had her by my side. I’ve never felt this. There is absolutely nothing I could not do or be if I had her.
