His thumbs gently glide down my jaw as he glances between my eyes and lips.
“That’s love for you, Lil Chaos.”
My brows knit with confusion, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck again.
“You love me?”
His gaze lands on my mouth when I say the words before a small grin creeps across his lips and then his eyes flick back to mine.
“You bet I fucking love you.”
As my heart grows warmer, my eyes mist at his confession, and I carefully lower my hand between us. He extends his to join mine and softly takes my wrist, my jittery fingers skimming over every bump in his abs until I press down into the wet waistband of his gray sweatpants and boxers.
We hold eye contact, his pupils dilating as soon as I reach inside to feel his hardening cock, curling my fingers and palm around it. He maintains a delicate grip on my wrist the entire time while I draw him free as if to let me know I am in total control, and it relaxes me more than he could ever fathom.
I set the tip on my wet entrance, and he releases my wrist, returning his hand to my hair. When I lightly tug on his cock, he gently pushes his hips forward on my command, slipping himself into me by an inch, causing me to clench.
My dazed eyes gradually close when he brings his lips down to mine, and he tenderly kisses them while I continue to tug, feeling my body unwind and the dark thoughts clear from the affection and love he is showing me.
As my head tilts to the side, lips trail down my jaw until he is almost all the way inside me, and I release a small breath. He waits patiently as I keep my fingers around the base of his cock and as soon as I feel ready, I remove them. I feel his warm hand on the side of my face, and he drags my bottom lip down with his thumb which causes me to open my eyes to peer deeply into his.
He waits for my signal, and when I offer the slightest nod, he presses his hips against me until he is completely within, awakening every fiber of my being. My brows furrow as my eyes close, and he draws back to the tip before slipping himself all the way inside of me once again, tenderly kissing my chin and jaw. He takes his time with his movements, easing into each thrust, allowing me to fall in love with the pleasure that I once found enjoyable.
As our lovemaking progresses, my legs naturally circle his waist, urging him to delve deeper into my pussy and he does. Running his hand down the back of my thigh, he adds pressure until he has a firm grip on my ass and intensifies his pace in response to my growing moans.
I soon find myself surrendering to him completely feeling my old self returning and I know he senses it as well, since he startsto push my boundaries, driving into me with increased force, drilling his big dick so deep inside me, that our bodies collide with an untamed rhythm.
The sound of his balls smacking against my ass echoes throughout the steamed-up car and with each thrust, I find myself lost in a whirlwind of bliss, unable to contain the intensity of my pleasure and I cry out while dragging my nails down his inked back, tearing it to shreds. He bites down on his words against my lips.
“There she fucking is. You can take it baby.”
He kisses me fiercely, a desperate hunger on his lips before he lifts his weight, looming above me. My hands instinctively clutch around his wrists, anchoring myself to him and I widen my leg further before he starts slamming his dick into me with a primal urgency unable to control himself until I cannot take it any longer and he is tipping me over the edge of oblivion.
My orgasm detonates, rocking my body, my back arching and he presses deep inside me with a groan, holding himself there while he releases his hot load in the deepest depths of me, his cock pulsing and expanding, almost making me come twice.
Once my screams have subsided, and my powerful climax fades, my eyes roll into the back of my head, my skin beads with sweat and I attempt to catch my breath. He gives me a couple of thrusts, making sure he is finished, and I can hear his heavy breathing from above.
I gently open my eyes when he comes to a halt and as soon as they collide with his, we both share a small, lazy laugh. He lowers himself back onto me, our slick skin merges and I run mypalms up his tattooed back while he rests his brow against mine, still breathless.
“Fuck, you always do it for me, beautiful. You never fail to make me come harder than ever.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that comment and he smiles against my lips before raising his head to see my face better.
“You hungry? I could do with a fat joint and some food.”
“Here?”
“Yeah here. I brought some stuff with me. We can chill for a bit before heading back.”
I softly smile, gazing at his handsome face and his disheveled hair.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
Once we’re fixed and I have one of his dry hoodies on that he had with him, I am curled up beside him with my legs draped over his thighs and his arm lazily around my shoulders. We watch through the front window at the sea while I eat chips, the steamy glass gradually de-misting from the heat we created. The smell of his joint catches my attention as he puffs on it. He has opened the window beside him a bit, so I don’t get high, but curiosity gets the better of me and I peer up at him behind my hood.
“Why do you smoke weed?”
He gazes down at me with it between his lips and when he responds, he removes it with his thumb and index finger.
