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Reaching between us, I take my dick in my hand and position myself at her entrance. Sloane’s eyes go wide, and I remind myself to go slow. But she’s so hot and wet, her pussy already throbbing for me.
“Black like that fucking skirt you wore that night.” My arms shake as I push into her. That first, velvety inch feeling like heaven. Sloane’s legs tighten around me, her body stiffening as she adjusts. “It kept riding up your thighs, teasing me with inches of golden skin I didn’t think I would ever get to touch.”
“Dom, please,” Sloane begs. “Please.”
I run my hands down her thighs and to her hips, giving the supple flesh a light squeeze before making my way to her ass and taking both cheeks in my hands. “Black like the lace thong you had on the first time you let me taste your pussy.”
On the last word, I lift her hips and pull her forward onto my dick. Filling her with one single motion that steals the air from both of our lungs. Sloane screams, her head thrashing against the duvet as she writhes underneath me. I search her face for any sign that I’ve hurt her, but there’s nothing but pleasure as she scratches at my back.
“Yessss,” she moans, her eyes falling shut. “It’s so perfect, Dom. So perfect.”
Usually, I like for Sloane to look at me when she says shit like that, but right now I’m fucking glad she’s not. Because hearing those words and looking into her eyes while her walls tremble around me would bring this whole thing to an embarrassing end.
With her eyes closed, I have a chance to pull my shit together. I take a deep breath and relish the feeling of being inside of her. Nothing, not even the past few weeks of fucking her with my tongue and fingers, could have prepared me for this moment. For the greedy little pulses of her cunt or the scorching hot heat of her wrapped around my dick. Sloane wiggles underneath me, a little whine escaping her, and I can’t help but smile. She’s just as desperate for me as I am for her.
I pull back out and slam into her again, grinding my pelvis into her clit and eliciting the closest thing to a growl I’ve ever heard from her. It’s all the encouragement I need to keep going. Dipping my head, I take her mouth in a dirty kiss. My tongue plunges into her, matching the strokes of my dick.
Sloane’s legs tremble and then fall away from my body, landing on the mattress, opening her up for me, and presenting an opportunity I can’t pass up: the chance to see my dick disappearing inside of her. I pull back and sit up on my knees to sweep my gaze over the place where we’re joined. I run my hand down her body, making her shiver as I trail my fingers from her stomach to the apex of her thighs. She shivers, her eyes popping open to pin me with a lazy stare.
“Look at you. Taking all of my dick like a good girl.” I roll her clit between my fingers and angle my strokes to hit her g-spot. “Is this what you had in mind when you sent me that picture and told me to come home to you, angel?”
She nods, looking down her body to watch me drive into her with another thrust. The sound of my skin slapping against hers fills the room, but I still want to hear her. Usually talking is the last thing I want to do during sex. It’s distracting and makes it impossible to stay in the moment, but none of that seems to apply when it comes to being with Sloane. I squeeze her waist with my other hand, intent on getting my answer from her.
“Use your words.”
Heat flashes in her eyes as she rolls her hips to meet my thrusts. “Yes. This is exactly what I was hoping would happen when you got here, and it’s better than anything I could have ever dreamed.”
And just like that my body is covering hers again. I seek out her mouth and take her lips in a sloppy, wet kiss that reflects how desperate I am for this woman. To own her. To consume her. To love, and be loved by, her. I’m dying to tell her that twelve years of wet dreams and jacking off in my shower to the curve of her lips has done nothing to prepare me for how it feels to be inside of her.
But even if I had a thousand years to try, I would never be able to put this feeling into words.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I change the rhythm. Moving from furious strokes that make her breasts bounce to slow, deep plunges that make her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her skin is flushed from the orgasm she just had, but I can tell she’s close again. Her breathing is ragged, and her smooth palms glide down my sides, so she can dig her nails into my hips.
Sloane breaks the kiss, leaning forward just a little to scrape her teeth over my jaw. I shrug her off with a shake of my head because I’m way too close to coming for her to be doing shit like that.
“Cut it out.” I breathe, snaking a hand around her neck to grab a handful of curls.
It’s not a gentle hold, but that only seems to make Sloane enjoy it more. She gives me a devious smile that sends a zing of pleasure directly to my balls. They tighten painfully in response, and I groan.
“Come here, angel.”
Still fisting her hair in my hand, I sit up and pull her with me while I’m still inside her. Suddenly, she’s straddling me. Her legs on either side of my body and her perfect breasts swinging in my face. I capture one nipple and then the other in my mouth, licking and teasing them, while Sloane pants above me. I’m so deep inside her that she’s gone completely still. Her head is back, resting against the hand I have at her nape.
I press a kiss to the valley between her breast, inhaling her scent and waiting. For her to start moving or tell me it’s too much by using her safe word. The seconds seem to stretch into hours, but I wait for her without asking if she’s okay because I promised I would.
Finally, she exhales and lifts her head to meet my gaze. And the smile on her face is the best thing I’ve ever seen. Bright, and happy with a little bit of uncertainty around the corners of her mouth. Then she places her hands on my shoulders and starts to move, replacing all traces of doubt with a frenzied desire that makes her all the more beautiful.
Shit.
Releasing her hair, I let my hands go to her hips, but force myself not to take over the rhythm. This is her show, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin this perfect picture. My eyes go to her face, committing every furrow of her brow, purse of her lips, and sweat-dampened curl to memory. I’ll never get tired of looking at her. Of seeing her beautiful face swallowed up by lust and pleasure while she works herself on my dick. Using me to stoke pleasure into her veins, fueling the fire burning deep in her core.
I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her closer to me. “Tilt your hips forward, baby.”
She does as I say, leaning forward and allowing her clit to grind into my abs. A sharp hiss escapes through her clenched teeth as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her mouth is right by my ear, so I feel the warmth of her breath skating across my skin when she says, “I’m so close.”
I turn my face into her neck and pull the tender flesh into my mouth, sucking with long pulls that make her walls tremble around me. Sloane’s hips churn restlessly, a rolling grind that slicks my abs with her juices. Her legs circle my back as her movements become jerky and less coordinated. That’s when I know her orgasm is getting closer.
Anticipation and lust expand in my throat, seeing Sloane come is my favorite sight. Something about watching her fall apart, and knowing she trusts me to hold her together, makes me feel like the luckiest man on the fucking planet.
