I’ve never wanted anything more.
“You bringing that stallion over here or what?” she teases.
I can barely stand, I’m so hard, never mind laugh. That’s what Luna does to me. She brings out the emotion, the joy, the pleasure that I’d been missing until her.
I climb onto the bed and lay beside her, my kiss melting away her smile. I run my hand over her curves. She’s so soft and warm. I rub her breasts with a firm, kneading rhythm, using the heels of my hands to crush them together, then catch her nipples between my fingers. I tug and twist with a steady, relentless pressure. I can feel her muscles tensing, clenching down on the beads.
“DK,” she moans, reaching for me, trying to bring me to her level, but I catch her wrist.
“Uh-uh,” I murmur. “Just feel this.”
I roll my tongue around her pert nipple, tasting the sweetness of her skin, then suck hard—a deep, vacuum-pull that draws her soul into my mouth. She arches her back, thrusting upward, her heart slamming against my mouth.
“DK... please.”
“Tell me how you want it.” I force the question past the tightness in my throat.
“I want you to nail me to the bed with your big, sexy body and fuck me so hard I’ll see stars.”
Christ. Her words slam into me. I yank her lower onto the bed, then move on top of her, pinning her down, bracketing her arms with my biceps. Pressing them against her sides, essentially caging her with my full weight. “Okay?”
“Yes.” She moans, the features in her beautiful face pulled tight with lust. “I want you. All of you.”
“Luna,” I grit out her name before I thrust into her with one driving plunge.
She gasps and sinks her teeth into my pectoral muscle as I withdraw from base to crown and drive back in. Our hard breaths merge in the air like steam.
“Christ, I love fucking you,” I rasp, feeling the vibration of the toy and the pulse of her inner muscles. “You’re sucking on my dick with your tight pussy.”
Her moans catch in her throat.
“Is this what you wanted, Mnandi? Held down, taking it all?”
“God, yes,” she sobs.
Each thrust is a marking. It’s like I’m tattooing myself inside her body. Her mind. Her heart. I want to claim it all.
I grind my hips, rubbing my chest against hers, abrading her nipples. I thrust again, then, releasing her arms, I reach for the headboard, my fingers gripping the posts as I pound even harder. The pace is relentless, a rapid-fire rhythm that makes the bed creak. I roll my hips, powering into her, feeling her milk me as I fill her up.
She shrieks, grabbing my ass, her fingers sinking into the meat of my cheeks, urging me on. My hips piston in a relentless tempo, nailing her into the mattress. I feel her right on the cusp. Milking me with those hot, clinging pulses. Her body strains for it. Her moans are honey-thick. I pump several more times to get her right there.
Sweat rolls down my spine, and on the next thrust, she comes. Her cries fill the room as violent shudders course through her, clamping around me and the beads with equal ferocity. I let go. A powerful explosion that blurs my mind and leaves me wiped and boneless. My world narrows down to just smoke and the exquisite feel of Luna trembling beneath me.
Her mouth bats against my throat, her teeth edge the skin.
I slide down her body, tossing her legs over my shoulders. The pink slickness and scent of her fills my head. I flick my tongue over her clit, circling my tongue around the hood. She grabs her breasts, squeezing them, plucking her nipples, making me want her all over again.
“DK,” she moans, rocking into the sensations, almost there.
“Come again for me, Luna.” I reach for the cord. “Soak my beard.”
“Oh my God,” she moans as I pull slowly, letting each bead roll against the grip of her muscles, while my tongue circles her clit. In the next breath, her scream shatters the stillness of the lake house, her body racking with thready sobs and hard spasms that I felt right down to my bones.
I bury my face in her pussy and bathe in every drop. When she’s sliding down on the other side, I click off the vibrator and lift my head. Luna’s eyes have that glassy haze, and her body is damp and still trembling with the aftershocks. She opens her arms, and I move into them, my cheek resting on the warm cushion of her breasts. Her hands slide over my back, slow and soothing.
“Wow.” She sighs, and I hear the smile behind it. “That’s all I got.”
“Yeah,” I murmur against her skin, too depleted to form a coherent thought.
