I cry out, my hands holding his head to my chest as he bites gently, sending another sharp jolt through me. He moves to my other breast, licking and pulling my nipple with his teeth until I’m panting and my hips are moving restlessly on the mattress.
He releases my nipple and his hands drift down, grabbing the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttons them with a quick jerk and peels them down my legs with my underwear, leaving me bare beneath him.
Instead of moving immediately, he rears back just enough to strip off his own clothes. I watch as he pulls the black shirt off his shoulders, revealing the muscled planes of his chest and abs. He shucks his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion, and then he’s back on top of me, naked and heavy.
His thick cock pools with precum against my inner thigh, making me shudder. He kisses me on the mouth, then kisses and bites a path down my stomach and over my hip bones. Then he grips my thighs possessively as he pushes my legs wide open, pinning my knees to the mattress.
“Aston, please. Fuck me,” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice gravelly, vibrating against my skin. “I need to taste that sweet honey.”
He leans in, and I can feel his breath over my aching, swollen center before his tongue twirls around my clit. I moan, my head pushing into the pillow as his tongue strokes slowly from my opening to my clit. He pins my hips down with his forearms, locking me in place so I can’t move.
Aston becomes relentless as his tongue laps at me in deep strokes, sucking my clit into his mouth while two thick fingers slide inside me, pumping in and out in a hard rhythm that mirrors his tongue. The sensation is overwhelming. I feel like I’m about to go over the edge as my walls stretch around his fingers while his tongue flattens, ruthlessly rubbing against my clit.
“Oh fuck, Aston. I’m gonna break,” I practically sob, my hips bucking against his mouth.
He pulls his fingers out, his mouth leaving me just as I’m about to come. He moves back up my body, his face flushed, his gaze … predatory.
“You’re not gonna break, Honeybee. Because I’m gonna feel you come around my cock.”
But as he hovers over me, his dick twitching against my thigh, he pauses. His chest heaves as he fights for control.
Reaching blindly toward the floor, he grabs his jeans and searches the pockets until he finds a condom. I watch as he rolls on the latex smoothly over his rigid cock, his jaw clenching as he finishes putting it on.
“Turn over so I can fuck you from behind,” he commands, his voice dark.
I roll onto my stomach, then brace myself on my hands and knees. Then I look over my shoulder and see his face as he drives his hips forward, driving inside me completely in one perfect stroke.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna stretch this pussy and bury my cock so deep you’ll be branded to me for the rest of your life.” He brushes his hand gently down my back to my crack.
A loud moan erupts from my throat, my back arching as theblunt fullness of him stretches me. I fist the sheets in my hands to anchor myself to him as the raw friction of him inside me sets my body on fire.
“Goddamn, Eva,” Aston groans, just as my tight walls clamp around him like a vice.
He grabs my hips and begins to move, slow and deep. Every thrust completely unyielding, his hips slapping against my ass. Then the pace shifts when Aston grabs my shoulders and hammers into me, his breathing loud. I feel the sweat from his body dripping onto my back, his bare skin rubbing against mine as he pushes in and out of me over and over again. I’m losing my mind, my mouth open as a steady stream of incoherent whimpers passes my lips.
“Aston,” I cry out, my head dropping to the mattress.
He won’t stop though. He knows exactly how and where to hit deep. The pressure is too much, too sharp for me to hold off.
“I’m coming,” I pant, my hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it, Honeybee. Give it to me. All of it,” he says, his voice rough.
With one hard thrust, I start to come. A wave of contractions clamps down around him and he moans then I feel his body jerk.
“Fuck,” he groans as he comes and his body covers mine, our bodies sticking together from our sweat.
“Aston, I don’t think I can hold us both at this point. My body feels like jelly,” I say as I lower my upper body to the bed, sliding my arms under the pillow.
He chuckles and pulls out of me, then off the bed to take care of the condom.
I’m serious about the jelly part, so all I can do is lie on my stomach and watch him as he moves around the room. When he crawls back into the bed, he lies on his side facing me and runs his hand down my back.
“You good?” he asks.
I smile and nod while I fold my arms under the pillow, propping my head into a more comfortable position. “I’m so good.”
