Page 13 of Until You

She wound her body around him, holding him close, and he could feel her heart beating against his chest, hard and fast, but strong and sure. He dragged his mouth over her neck, her collarbone, her jaw and then rose to his knees.

“Sit up, baby. Let’s get you out of this dress.”

She made a soft whimpering sound that made his cock throb and sat up, arms lifted overhead. With one swift tug, he pulled the dress over her head and tossed it to the ground, leaving her in a pair of lacy purple panties and a matching bra. She reached out and traced her fingers over his hard cock through his boxer briefs.

“Touch yourself for me,” she whispered. He grinned and pulled his cock free, wrapping his fist around it.

“Like this?” he asked, stroking himself leisurely. She bit her lip and cupped her breasts as she watched him, nodding.

“Just like that. I love seeing your hand on your cock, working yourself. It’s so hot.”

He stroked himself faster, rougher, slicking his thumb over the bead of pre-come gathered at the tip. “You see what you do to me, Kayla? You’re the most fucking gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I thought after two years the intense wanting you, the never-ending needing you would’ve lessened, but it hasn’t. If anything, I just want you more.”

He gave himself a final stroke and then lowered himself back down, tracing circles over her stomach with his tongue. “I think about this pussy constantly. This ass. These tits. And how I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet because it’s all mine.”

She sighed and wove her hands into his hair as he made his way back up her body, tugging the cups of her bra down and letting her breasts spill free. Her back bowed off the bed when he sucked her nipple into his mouth, toying at it with his teeth.

“I’ll never get enough of how good you feel underneath me, baby,” he said, dragging his lips over her nipple. She reached for him and he grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head. He kissed his way to her other breast. “Fuck, I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m going to make a fucking mess out of your gorgeous pussy. Going to make you feel me everywhere.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her head writhing back and forth on the bed. “I love when you talk to me like that, Bastian.”

He released her wrists only so he could undo her bra and fling it to the floor. He loved that he didn’t have to hide any part of himself with Kayla, including the dirty, dominant side she always seemed to unleash in him.

He rose to his knees again and hooked his fingers into her panties, tugging them down her legs. “These are already wet,” he said, bringing the scrap of lace to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Fuck, that’s good.” Kayla’s eyes were wide emerald pools, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. A pink flush spread from her cheeks all the way down to her breasts, and he inhaled her mouthwatering scent one last time before letting the panties drop to the floor. “Open,” he said, tapping her knee. When she hesitated slightly, he leaned forward and wrapped a section of her hair around his fist, giving a gentle tug. “Show me what’s mine, Kayla.”

She let out a blissful sigh and let her thighs fall apart. He moved off of the bed and tugged her to the edge, then pushed her legs back, exposing her to him.

He let a drop of spit fall from his mouth onto her clit and then worked it in with his tongue, savoring the way her sweet muskiness filled his senses. She let out a loud moan and raked her nails over his scalp. He teased her clit, building her up slowly, and a stream of sounds fell from her lips, not words, just breathy moans and needy sighs.

“Mmm, so fucking good,” he murmured against her, licking up and down her folds, getting his lips and tongue on every single inch of her.

“Oh fuck, Bastian. Oh, shit.” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes closed. He spread her further apart with his fingers and dragged his tongue over her.

“I could eat this pussy all damn night, Kayla. In fact, I just might.”

She shuddered, her fingers digging into his scalp as her hips started to move, grinding her pussy against his face in a way that had more pre-cum dripping from his dick. He scraped his teeth over her clit and then sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed. Sebastian knew there was a distinct possibility that they’d be overheard, but in that moment, he didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was making Kayla feel good so she could forget about how scared she’d been. She rolled her hips against his face again and he ate at her with long sweeps of his tongue and sucking kisses, swiping through her drenched folds over and over again. She was so wet that she was dripping, and that only turned him on even more.

He could tell she was close with the way she was moving her hips, the swelling of her clit against his tongue, so he ate her pussy like it was his job, adjusting his speed and movements until she was a writhing mess, her hips bucking, her voice shaking as she said his name over and over again.

“Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Bastian, fuck,” she panted, her hands filled with her breasts, her hips jerking.

“That’s it, Kayla. You’re so close, baby. Come for me. Come all over my face like a good girl.”

She broke, grinding against his face shamelessly, and he devoured her, sucking and licking like a starving man, lapping up her juices and savoring the flavor of her on his tongue. He gradually slowed his licks, tracing over her lips with the tip of his tongue, placing soft kisses around her pulsing clit.

“Holy shit,” she panted, her legs shaking. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

“Good,” he growled, and grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her hands and knees and settled himself behind her. She turned to look at him, but he laid a heavy hand between her shoulders, forcing her head down and her ass up.

God, that ass. As much as he loved every single part of her, he wasobsessedwith her ass. There was no other way to describe how he felt about it. Thankfully, she enjoyed his obsession as much as he did.

From where he knelt on the bed behind her, he slicked his fingers through her pussy, then easily slid two fingers inside her. She was slippery and hot, clenching around him as he rubbed slowly, almost teasingly over her g-spot. He filled his free hand with one of her ass cheeks and massaged it roughly. Then he smacked it, making her back arch and her pussy flutter around his slowly thrusting fingers.

“You like being my dirty girl, don’t you Kayla?” he rasped.

“I like being your anything, Bastian,” she whispered, and he groaned, adding a third finger to her hungry pussy. She whimpered and pressed back against him, clenching around his fingers.

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