I am. I feel it, too.
He moves his fingers faster, scissoring them apart a little as he sucks on my clit. “Come for me, Nat. Give it to me, baby. Let me taste your cum.”
I don’t know if it’s his dirty words, the way he’s stroking his fingers, or both, but I come. Hard.
Stars nearly dance in my vision as I tremble, my thighs shaking harder as I nearly crush him with them. I can’t help the wild buck of my hips as Hayride growls, lapping at my core like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and kisses a pathway up my body, pausing to lift my shirt. “Want to see all of you, Nat. Every inch.”
I’m sort of boneless as he takes off my shirt and then unhooks my bra, murmuring how much he enjoys the front clasps. It doesn’t take much effort for him to free my breasts, and he’s soon teasing my nipples, drawing them into his mouth, alternating between them like he can’t decide which one appeals to him more.
Hayride reaches behind his neck and yanks on the collar of his shirt, lifting it over his head to toss it aside. Somehow, it’s sexy as hell. I take in the wide expanse of his chest, the solid muscle, and the abdominals I want to trace with my tongue.
But then my gaze falls on his tattoos. There’s so much ink. He’s a beautiful canvas as I sit up and move closer to inspect the detail. When I see the section close to his heart, I gasp. “You have tattoos of wings and a sword on your chest.”
“I do.”
Madam Serena told me to trust the dark man with wings and a sword. She meant Hayride.
I kiss the skin, and his fingers slide through my hair.
“I need to be inside you, gorgeous.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His mouth returns to mine, and I can taste myself on his lips and tongue. It’s naughty. And a total turn-on.
Hayride lifts his head until his forehead rests against mine. “I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I do right now. With you. I’m gonna come too fast,” he laughs. “Just thinking of filling you, it’s making me crazy.”
“Then we just let it take over us, Hayden. We give in to the feeling and ride it.”
“Fuck, baby. You have any idea how perfect you are?”
No. Not until he told me.
“I don’t fuck without condoms, Nat. I’m careful. Clean, too. I got checked recently.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to wear one?”
“I don’t.” He rolls his hips, his hard length bumping against my core. “I want us to feel each other.” He’s nearly panting with need. “Want, no need, to feel you bare.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“That’s a yes?”
“Hayden, you need to fuck me. Right now.”
“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me, Natalya Scott.”
Hearing my full name on his lips is sweeter than any dessert. I love it.
Hayden shoves his underwear down and frees his length. It’s the largest dick I’ve ever been with and I almost pant with need. He lines up his cock and teases me, rubbing the crown through the wetness gathered there. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Hayden!”
His hips surge forward, and I’m lost in the moment. In him. The feeling of us connected in the most intimate of ways.
His cock fills and stretches me in the best of ways. I dig my nails into his arms, pulling him closer, trying to eliminate any remaining distance.
