“I need you,” he says and reaches into the drawer at his bedside for a condom.
“Let me,” I say and he lifts off me and onto his knees and hands me the silver packet.
I tear it open, roll it on him slowly, and enjoy the way his muscles tense from my touch.
He moves fast, pushing me onto my back and lifting one leg towrap around his waist.
“My love,” he murmurs in my ear and drags his length through the soaked, sensitive skin between my hips. The head of his dick presses into my clit and the burst of sensation is outrageously good, and I whimper and lever my hips up to seek more of it.
“You like that?” he asks and drags himself over the same spot, slowly enough to allow the good to turn into great and spread up and out so that my body pulses with it.
He lowers his head and touches his tongue up the center of my chest and across my breast and by the time his mouth closes over my pulsing nipple, I’m completely overrun with sensations I’ve never felt before. I close my eyes and see stars.
“Oh, God.” I clutch the sheets in my fist, and he grabs my wrist and tugs the sheet loose and drapes my arm around his neck.
“Don’t hold on to anything but me,” he growls in my ear and bites my earlobe.
“Okay,” I pant and nip his chin with my teeth.
I arch my back excited and impatient for him to deliver me from my needs. He starts slowly, prodding, testing the ease of ingress until I whimper a curse and rock my hips up to take more of him.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Because that’s what you deserve.” He fills me in one hard thrust that moves my body up the bed and brings his hips flush with mine.
I groan at the exquisite stretch and the overwhelming fullness of him.
I roll my hips and moan at the sparks of pleasures that fly at the friction we create.
His groan is guttural and his eyes are narrowed to slits as he gazes down at me. “You’re always so wet for me, Sin. Always so fucking open.” He drops his face into my neck, presses kisses to my throat and moves his hips in shallow, but forceful thrusts and out in one languid glide. “Do you love it?” His breath is hot in my ear. “Can you trust me to take care of you? Not just your body, but to be your partner?”
My eyes snap open and my heart drums against my ribcage. Below him like this, connected in the most intimate way I have never felt so vulnerable. “I trust you. But, I can take care of myself.”
He rolls his hips, brings a hand up to cup my cheek and looks down at me with blazingly bright eyes. “I know you can. I can take care of myself, too. I think you make me better. I think I make you better. I want you to trust me with things that matter.”
My heart bursts into a thousand butterflies and they flutter around chasing away the cobwebs of doubt I’d left up as a reminder of things that don’t serve me anymore.
Every crevice in me is filled with love for this man and I let him see it as I let down my wall completely. “You better not break my heart, Kwame Palmer,” I warn.
“As if I could,” he chuckles and pulls back so the broad head of him stretches my entrance and then he drives back into me and then wraps one big arm around me, cups my breast with his free hand and brings his mouth down over my nipple and sucks it while he starts fucking me in earnest.
He licks and sucks and bites my breast and makes me feel like I’m being revived inside and out.
“MygoodSin,” he breathes against my neck and drags his lips up my throat. “You’re everything I thought I’d never find.”
Tears sting the back of my eyes and one escapes the corner of my eye.God, please let this be real. If I’m dreaming let me sleep forever.
He doesn’t rush, he’s fucks me until I’m slick with our mingled sweat and I’m sure the building tension is too much and I can’t feel anything but his hardness inside of me laying waste to my resistance and taking me higher than we’ve ever gone.
My body breaks in half with my climax and becomes a trembling mass of flesh and bone and the whole world seems within my grasp, everything I’ve ever wanted is already mine.
He hisses sharply and jerks out of me, his muscled torso sweaty and heaving. He bites his lip as he rolls the condom off and wraps his fist around his dick and kneels between my splayed legs and strokes himself until his sperm shoots out onto my stomach.
“I want to taste it,” I say and flush when his eyes grow wide.
“Fuck yeah,” he says and then straddles me and moves forward on his knees until he’s at my shoulders. His balls touch my chin as I lean forward and take his cum covered head into my mouth.
“Oh damn,” he groans and leans forward to rest a hand on the headboard, and I suck and lick until he pulls away and drops to the bed beside me, panting like he’s just run a marathon.
We lay there in silence staring at the ceiling for a minute. I turn my head to look at him. He’s got a hand pressed to his chest and his eyes are closed. “Are you okay?”
