Page 63 of Art of Love
I nodded quickly and smiled, taking it from him. I tore at the wrapper and pressed my lips together as desire pooled deep and low in my core.
I gripped the base of his cock, feeling him harden in my hands, straining toward me, aching for release, but still I had the urge to suck him and give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
I ran my fingers up and down the length and lowered to crouch down and take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Jia, I won’t last, love.” He moaned.
“Just a little bit.” I felt like I had to, like I owed it to him. So I did.
I took him in deep into my mouth and sucked hard, loving the taste of him and the reaction on his face. He laced his fingers in my hair and held me there as I worked him and licked over the tip with my tongue while I caressed his balls.
The thing about us right now, in this passionate moment, was he felt like mine too.
He groaned, then growled and tugged on my arm.
“Later. I want to be inside you.” He seemed to be finding it difficult to talk.
I moved back and smiled. “Later.”
Placing the condom on the tip of his cock, I rolled it down to the base.
The minute I did that, he took hold of me.
“Bend over and put your hands on the table.”
His words turned me on even more. Everything he did and said had that effect. Like I was always on the brink of orgasm and my nerves buzzed with it.
I turned and bent over, placing my hands on the table and pushing out my ass to him. He grabbed my hips and spread my legs wider. Then he guided the hot head of his cock to my entrance, brushing it over the slick opening to tease my folds open.
My knees wobbled just from that, and I thought I would faint.
“Ready, love?”
“Mmmm hmmm.” I couldn’t even answer him.
A breathy moan pushed out of my lips as he thrust in. He wasn’t completely inside me yet, but it was enough. Enough to make me grab on to the edge of the table.
Slowly, he inched his way in, going a little deeper and deeper with every thrust. He eased himself out of me, then slid in again, and it was like that did the trick. That opened me up and got me to that point where the walls of my core adjusted to take him. He knew, and he knew exactly what to do at that point.
He thrust in sharper, practically ramming into me, his body hard and primal against mine, holding me captive to the lust that took us both.
He filled me completely, so completely, and started moving inside me, pumping at a steady pace, then building up as he took me to the next level of passion.
I was full of him and loving the feel of feeling him so deep and thick inside me.
“Oh, Jia, you feel... You feel... So. Fucking. Goood.”
That was it.
His pace increased, and I cried out as a wave of orgasm scorched me and left me gasping. My muscles tightened around him, and that encouraged him to fuck me hard.
My inner walls rippled against each thrust as he pistoned harder, his shaft slicking in and out of me in a hot rush of pure primal need that burned me up all over.
And just when I didn’t think it could get any better, it did. He did. That primal feeling that seized me took us both over, and he started rutting into me like an animal, slamming into me, rough and gasping.
The fury of his deep thrusts consumed me, and I called out his name over and over again as delicious friction penetrated every nerve in my body.
It was everything. The moment, the ecstasy, everything and more. It set fire to my soul, and in that moment, I felt like this was all I’d ever wanted.
