Page 67 of Double Edged Hearts
He makes his way down, down, down and licks over the hard nub of my clit. He licks and sucks, teases and tastes, taunting me to the edge as he laps up the flow of my juices. Arousal claws through me again as he does, and I’m pushed right over once more.
I come again on his face as he eats me out, and I hold his head to me so he can drink it all.
When he finishes, he lifts his head, and I can see his cock is perfectly erect and ready to take me.
He flips me over onto my hands and knees and smiles when we catch an image of us in the long mirror. There’s me with my hair falling over my face and my breasts hanging like large globes in front of me. My nipples harden at the wild smile he has on his face from the very erotic vision of us.
I’m a long way from being that girl he first met. I don’t look like her anymore. I look like a woman at the mercy of her avenging angel. Her dark avenging angel who’s getting ready to claim her body one more time. As soon as the thought enters my mind, he takes my hips and plunges deep inside me.
I gasp at the feel of his thick cock spearing into my passage. My walls stretch to take him, but he fills me up completely.
His pumps steal my next thoughts, and I get lost in him and the pleasure that cascades over my body as he drives into me hard and sure. This is us making love. We’re wild and reckless, unstopped and out of control. There is nothing tame about us.
I get lost in the rhythm that claims us as his pumps speed up and I move against him too. The onslaught of the sensation is too much, but then I knew it would be.
Going like this is insane; you burn out eventually. That’s what happens again as I come and my walls wrap tight around his cock, milking him as he comes inside me too. Hot cum fills me, and I savor it. I love it, and I love him, and in that moment, I know this is what I want with my forever.
The answer was always him.
