Page 92 of Game of Love
Paralyzed with need, the powerful sensation of his touch throbbed below my waist in anticipation of what would come next.
I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. He parted my thighs and nuzzled his face into my mound, teasing my folds open and pressing his tongue right inside my pussy.
I gasped as my body bowed to the sensation, my toes curled, my back arched, my soul pushed to the brink. Teetering on the brink of the edge.
And still, all this time we hadn’t spoken. Not a damn word. The room was just filled with my groans of pleasure. Pleasure he gave me with his gifted mouth.
The building shivers consumed me, every muscle tensed and then it came - A soul-shattering orgasm that robbed me of my senses.
“Nuggg…hhhh,” I cried, grabbing on to the silk sheets as if they could help me.
“That’s it baby, give yourself to me,” he commanded. His voice gruff, sexy, masculine,everything.
He didn’t have to tell me to give myself to him. I was already his. Already there, right from hello.
My tormented groan begged him to continue. It spoke for me and he listened, giving me more as he returned to my core and continued to lick. Lick, suck, kiss, taste.
Devour.
I became dizzy with desire and the pleasure short-circuited my brain. Just as a raw rippling wave washed over me, he rose and guided the fat head of his cock to my entrance.
One thrust into me seared me with the thickness and sheer magnitude of him. Xander started moving inside me, filling me up and stretching my walls at the same time to take him.
Him inside me was like nothing else.
My muscles spasmed around his cock with the pleasure that stormed inside me.
Soon he started pounding, pounding into my body in rough strokes, making my body writhe with orgasm overload. The climax that took me shook me with a force that made my entire body shudder.
After the shudder it was like I was sucked into a moment and time cascaded along. Non-existent to me.
Each hard thrust sent me reeling as he fucked me hard and sure. Pistoning harder and faster, slamming into my body.
Then the tension coiled again and I reached for him.
He laced his fingers through mine, raising my hand over my head so we were eye to eye.
We both cried out with the wildness that took us.
I arched into him while he rutted into me like he’d lost control. We then bucked and thrashed against each other, gasping and groaning as we climaxed together. Sharing the release, sharing the moment.
After… we lay together just like that, him holding me.
Me holding him.
Me wishing we could be like this forever.
“Jia, if your Dad sees that he’s going to have questions.” Xander chuckled.
I’d done my painting of him.
I’d done it when we were exhausted and needed a break, and that came after food. Hours later.
My poor cannelloni had to be reheated. It was still nice and still had the same effect because he enjoyed it, but it didn’t have that kick it would normally have when it was fresh.
No matter, that just meant I had to invite him for dinner again.Soon.
I hoped soon.
