“What?” her voice elevates.
Thrusting my fingers inside her, a chuckle falls out of my mouth. “I wanna feel you squeeze my fucking fingers.” I tell her,almost as if I could speak it into existence, I feel her muscles pushing them together. “That’s right. Just like that.” Running my teeth up her neck.
Her body shivers at my touch.
“I want you so fucking worked up that all I have to do is slide inside you and feel you coming apart around me.” Pushing my fingers in again, hooking them around and rubbing against her inner walls, feeling her body vibrating against me. “Give it to me, baby.” I laugh against her before my mouth finds hers, stopping right before they touch, watching her lean into me, desperately wanting my touch. “There is one problem, though.”
“What?” she gasps out as I push back inside her.
“My hands are a little occupied.”
Her eyes open, looking at me before it registers. Her hands come down, finishing unzipping my pants and pushing them as far down my legs as she can.
“Are you close?”
Quick nods are all she gives me, causing me to laugh.
“Good,” I whisper before standing up, slipping my fingers out of her as the distance grows. My jeans kicked off to the side before I smirk at her again. Reaching behind my head and pulling my shirt up. And finally shoving my boxers down as I look down at her.
Leaning over, my eyes sear down at her as she bites her lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Blush lines her cheeks now.
Emotion lingers behind the block in my throat, and there’s so many things I want to tell her. So many things I need to tell her before they come out. But this isn’t the time for that.
Pushing all the other thoughts out of my head as her eyes heat again, and I smirk. Lifting my hand up, instinctively she opens her mouth, ready for them, simultaneously pushing my cock inside her as she sucks my fingers into her mouth.
The moan comes out around them, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and just as I told her to, her body vibrates as she releases, and euphoria fills her face.
“Atta girl.” I tell her as I pull my hips away from her, slamming my cock as hard as I can inside.
A second moan rips out of her as my fingers slip further into her mouth.
Sliding them out, I grip her face and force her to look at me before I’m slamming my mouth down to hers, matching my movements. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth as if I were claiming her as mine.
Her hands coming around, gripping onto my back before her nails push into my skin, I’m sure leaving a trail of angry red welts wherever she moves them to.
“You gonna come for me again?” I whisper into her ear.
“Depends.”
Pulling away, I can see the shitty smirk on her face, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
“On what?”
“Do you think you can make me come again?”
Raising an eyebrow, pulling out of her. Gripping her hips, a squeal comes out as I’m spinning her around until she’s on her hands and knees, thrusting completely inside her. A moan rumbles throughout my house, I’m sure reverberating off the kitchen windows.
Slamming into her, leaning over, and pushing her head until the mattress stifles her moans.
“Fuck, Sketch.” I groan out as I continue to slam into her. Watching her ass as it bounces off me with each thrust.
Feeling myself close to finishing, moving my hand off her hip and gripping into her hair, pulling her back up onto her hands as I wrap the other hand around her throat. Gently squeezing the sides as I guide her back to a kneeling position. Letting go to grip her chin, turning her head until she can look at me. Slowing my hips as her eyes come to mine and a genuine smile spreads on my lips as I look into her eyes. Leaning in and gently pressing my mouth to hers, she sighs out as we continue to move with one another. Breaking our kiss, resting my forehead on hers, I can feel her nearing.
“That’s right, baby.” I whisper to her. “Let go with me.” I whisper before slamming my mouth back to hers.
