Page 19 of Double Edged Hearts
That fire comes back to burn me when he shoves my pants down my legs and loops his finger around the lacey edge of my panties.
“Black lace, very good. You knew what to wear tonight.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I like black lace. I wore them for me,” I counter and he catches my face again. I gasp but it sounds more like a moan.
His lips arch. “Like fuck you did,” he sneers and shocks me when he crouches down and tears my panties off with his teeth. He rips them off and tosses them to the side of the room with that arrogant expression on his face.
“There… nothing rivals your nakedness. This is mine,” he declares, running his fingers over the smooth skin of my mound. “Your pussy belongs to me. That’s truth too, whether you want to believe it or not.”
I stand there numb from his words, my skin on fire and bolts of ecstasy lancing through me. I allow him to finish taking off my pants and my shoes. Seconds later, I’m completely naked before him and because we’re going slow, I know exactly what he’s going to do next.
He gets to his knees, lifts my leg, and hooks it over his shoulder, then nuzzles his face between my thighs so he can push his tongue straight up into my pussy.
I’m supposed to be used to him, but nothing prepares me for the wave of pleasure that ripples violently through my body when he starts licking over the hard, sensitive nub of my clit.
“Alex…” I moan. I reach for his shoulders and hold on tight, pushing against the wall while he continues his wild suckle.
His tongue thrashes, teases, tastes, and assaults my core, sweeping against the walls of my passage, swirling around my clit to give me ultimate pleasure.
I feel like that girl I was many years ago. The computer geek with purple hair who thought she would die when he spoke to her. I still think he’s the sexiest man alive. I was a virgin, and I gave myself to him, the same way I am now. The next time I saw him was months later when he surprised me by coming to MIT to look for me. That summer, we ran off to Tijuana, abandoning everything. That was how we began.
Now look at us.
I come hard. Harder than I ever have in my life and everything strips away, leaving me naked inside and out. He drinks me as my juices flow into his mouth, and to enhance the pleasure, he reaches up to my breasts and starts stroking my nipples.
My head is spinning with the luxuriating sensation of pleasure, my skin ablaze with it sizzling the ends of my nerves. My soul set aflame from his touch and his mouth still licking over my clit.
He lifts his head, and my leg slips off his shoulder when he stands up. My gaze flicks down to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against his pants, waiting to be freed.
Quickly, he steps out of his shoes and sheds the rest of his clothes, tossing them to the corner. In the bright light, I get to enjoy the sight of his naked body far better than last night when we devoured each other in the shadows of my apartment.
I love that he’s covered in artfully designed tattoos. I notice a lot more than what I saw last night. I notice more muscle too, and my damn mouth waters at the sight.
Alex reaches for me and turns me to face the wall.
I press my hands against the smooth surface and savor the way he grips my hips.
I glance over my shoulder to watch him as he lines the fat head of his cock up with my entrance. But my gaze snaps back around to face the wall when he slams into me hard, plunging deep inside my pussy.
I’m ready for him, but his length and thickness are always what get me good. He fills me up perfectly and completely, and when he starts to move inside me, all I can do is gasp, sucking in a sharp breath to stop the lightheaded sensation from making me faint.
He starts to fuck me hard and sure, and I take his relentless pounds, my body absorbing the electricity that sparks over the surface of my skin.
I come again, unsurprisingly, and my hair falls forward, covering my face when he starts pounding faster and harder inside me.
“Alex!” I cry as he starts rutting into me.
He feels so damn good I don’t want him to stop,ever.
When he does, my knees cave, but he catches me and turns me back to face him.
“I want to see your face while I fuck you, baby,” he growls, picking me up and settling me back down on his cock when I wrap my legs around his waist.
I want to see his face too. He’s driving into me, rocking my body, severing me from reality. He’s taking me again with possession, making sure I know he’s owning me.
It’s fierce and raw, passionate and demanding but at the same time filled with a sensual flame because I can see his face. His eyes. It’s all there. I see his struggles that mirror my own.
Not the struggle of what or who we are. It’s how we feel.
I remember when I thought he’d never be serious about me. I was wrong. He’s giving me the same look now. He sees straight through me, and I can do the same to him.
As I look at him, the realization dawns on me that the wall around my heart is fear.
I can’t hold back the feelings I have for him, and I never thought I’d live to see the day when I could look at a man and see all that he feels for me the way I can with him.
As we come it’s together, sharing the release that burns me up from the inside out as his hot cum floods my walls and spears my soul.
His lips find mine again for a savage kiss, and I kiss him back with the same need as he carries me away for another night of wild passion.
