“Not yet,” he said, gripping my legs and yanking me to the edge of the bed. He leaned down and spread my legs wide.
I wiggled uncomfortably. My lips opened to tell him it wasn't necessary, but my protest never left my mouth. All thought escaped my head when he licked the inside of my thighs close to the juncture of my need. He spread my legs wider, and I gasped when he licked my core, circling my clit with his tongue.
“Fuck, Slick. You taste so good. I knew your nickname suited you.” He slid a finger into me, making all retorts on how cheesy he was flee my head.
He continued laving me with his tongue as his finger pumped slowly in and out of my channel. My hips bucked, so close to the edge it was painful.
“I've got you, baby,” he said. His breath was cool against my heated core.
He added another finger, making a come hither motion, hitting the perfect spot as he latched onto my clit and began devouring me like a starving man, shoving me over the precipice. An orgasm like I had never experienced crashed over me. When it eased, he removed his fingers and kissed all the way back up to my lips. Flames that had just been extinguished heated with every press of his lips.
I was shaking from my release, trying to come back down from the earth-shattering experience.
“That was so fucking hot,” he said. His confident half smile fueled the lost energy I’d just spent. I pushed him off, straddling his thighs and fitting the seam of his jeans where I needed him. His eyes went wide, and I smiled down at him.
“My turn,” I replied, unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them off.
His erection sprang out, hard and sexy. "No underwear? Somebody was sure of themselves."
"What can I say? A man can dream."
I lay next to him and gazed at the sheer beauty of his body. I wanted to trace his taunt stomach with my tongue, but his massive erection beckoned me. Wrapping my hand around his base, I tentatively stroked up and down his shaft.
He groaned loudly as his hips bucked at the contact. His arms were under his head, and he was propped up watching me explore. The lust on his face made me feel more confident.
I swiped my tongue over the engorged tip. His biceps contracted, but he kept them buried under his head. I opened my mouth and took as much of him as I could. When he touched the back of my throat, I pulled back sucking until my cheeks hollowed. When I reached the tip, I repeated the motion. His hand flew out from behind his head and tangled in my hair, using enough pressure to keep me in place.
I slowly worked out a rhythm, taking cues from his moans. His fingers were knotted in my hair as I pumped him with my hand and mouth. He grabbed my shoulders and yanked me off of him when I swirled my tongue around the tip. My mouth made a popping noise when I released him. He flipped me over and pushed on top of me.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he growled at me his face was fierce.
“Then what are you waiting for? Do you have any condoms?” I asked, panicking.
“I do. In my room. I'll go get them if you want, but I'm clean. I haven’t been with anyone, and I won’t.” His eyes held mine as he waited for my decision.
I leaned up and bit his bottom lip. “Then, what are you waiting for?” I asked, thrusting my hips into him.
His pupils devoured his irises as he reached down and rubbed the tip over me, getting it slick from my want. He nudged my entrance, and I lifted, letting him know I was ready. He entered me slowly, letting me become accustomed to him, our eyes never wavering from each other. A sigh escaped both of us when he was fully seated.
For a moment, the desperate need was replaced as we connected. The heat and desire was still there, but this moment meant more than lust. I could tell by the look on his face Kill realized it too.
He placed a feather-soft kiss on my lips, before making his way down my face and nipping my neck and collarbone. Our bodies joined together, silently committing to each other. Kill's hips slowly rocked back before coming right back as if he wasn't ready to leave me yet. He pulled back again in the same gentle motion. The build up was too much, so I slammed up into his thrust, wanting more of him. His slow movements were driving me insane.
My fingers dug into his back, pushing him into me. My hands moved through his hair as he explored my body with his tongue. I felt frantic as I bit his shoulders, overcome with the feel of him. The pressure of my teeth seemed to push his control over the edge. His teeth scraped over my nipple as he rocked his hips faster into me.
My heels pressed into the bed as I pushed up, meeting his thrusts. I was lost in the sensations as he pounded into me. The slapping sound of our skin echoed throughout the room. Our hands and lips roamed everywhere, the need to feel everything pulsing through me.
Kill's pelvis hit my clit as he drove into me, our wild coupling hurtling me toward another climax. His teeth bit into my neck, the slight pain hurtling me over the edge. My legs clamped around his waist, holding onto him tightly as my orgasm burst through me. He pumped faster, prolonging my release until my muscles went limp from the sensation. I watched as his face strained as he neared his release. He came, grunting my name as he buried his face in my hair.
Kill's body slumped over me. Both of us had a sheen of sweat layering our panting bodies. Rolling to his side, he took me with him. I threw my leg over his hips, keeping us connected.
“Holy fuck, I think I just blew the tip of my dick off.” His eyes were closed, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. I laughed, and he groaned as my muscles clenched around him.
“Damn, I was hoping to do it again,” I answered with a fake pout.
His eyes sprung open. They were primal. I was surprised when I felt him thickening inside of me. He rolled over and pushed into me slowly. We continued to discover each other as he thrust in and out of me. Even though it wasn’t as hurried, and the pressure didn’t build as fast, it still had my body shaking from the impact.
We fell asleep tangled together, exhausted. For the first time since I had known Kill, he was still there when I woke up.
