Page 129 of Bourbon Bliss
He didn’t thrust in immediately. He started low, licking between my legs again. Murmuring about how good I tasted. Then he worked his way up, licking and kissing my skin. Feeling me with his hands. I closed my eyes, losing myself completely. This. This was what I’d wanted with him. Surrender. No walls between us. Just our bodies responding, connecting. Loving.
This was intimacy.
“You still with me, baby?” he asked, licking his way up my belly.
“I’m with you, George. I’m right here with you.”
He moved up to my breasts, lavishing them with attention. He settled his thigh between my legs, letting me rub up against him. It wasn’t enough—I needed more—but it gave me pressure where I needed it while he licked and sucked my nipples. I bucked against his leg, rubbing my clit across his skin.
“George, I need more.”
“Mm, me too, baby.”
He got to my neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. His cock was between my legs, teasing my opening. He groaned while he kissed and licked me. The scrape of his teeth had me writhing beneath him.
I’d never been so frantic and out of control. I was desperate for him, ready to beg him to fuck me. I’d never felt so shamelessly sexual—never felt so alive.
“Fuck me, please,” I whispered.
He groaned into my neck and thrust inside me—hard. I clutched his back, my eyes closed, all thought gone from my mind. His thick erection stretched me open, the pressure exquisitely satisfying.
“Tell me again,” he said.
“Fuck me, George.”
“Oh my god.”
He drove into me, again and again, growling with every thrust. His body on mine, his sheer size, was overwhelming in the best way. I was consumed, completely taken. He had every bit of me, and I gave it to him willingly.
“June, your pussy feels so good,” he said, low in my ear.
His words added fuel to my fire. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held tight, every thrust a magnificent journey into pleasure. My bed frame slammed against the wall, George growled, I moaned and whimpered.
My climax built—again—my insides turning molten. I was hot, the pressure so intense I could barely stand it.
“More,” I said. “Give me more.”
“I love you, June Bug.”
“I love you, too.”
His back stiffened and I felt the telltale pulse of his cock inside me. It was as if he’d grown thicker, his shaft lengthening and expanding. It felt amazing.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m with you.”
“Come with me, baby,” he said. “I want to feel you.”
The tension built, my hot bundle of nerves pulsing with feeling. He drove in and out, giving me everything I needed. Everything I craved. It was hard and rough and intense, and I loved every second of it.
My walls clenched around his erection, the first wave of my orgasm washing over me. The rush of pleasure left me crying out, clutching onto him, as if it would sweep me away. My climax triggered his and he drove into me hard, his body releasing.
We moved in sync, clutching each other, letting go. The ripples of pleasure spread through my body, leaving me trembling in his arms. His muscles flexed and tightened as he rode out his orgasm inside me. The pulses of his cock nearly had me coming again, his low growls erotic and satisfying.
He pushed into me one last time, holding me tight. When he pulled out, he left me breathing hard, my eyes still closed.
A minute later, he was back, gathering me in his arms. My eyes fluttered open. I traced circles across his chest while I caught my breath.
“That was fucking incredible,” he said, his voice awed. “June Bug, I’ve never… I don’t even know what to say.”
