Page 20 of Full Throttle

I let her set the pace, slowly deepening the kiss as her passion blossomed. I wanted her with me. In the moment. Lost to everything but me. Us.

She was tense at first, then her shoulders slackened. Her body softened, pressing into me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sliding her tongue along mine in sensuous passes. Low whimpers escaped her lips, her breathy sighs warming my skin.

I held her close, further deepening the kiss, claiming her mouth. She shivered in my arms as I pulled on her pretty blouse, tugging it over her head, breaking away from her mouth long enough to get it off her. It caught and I heard a seam tear, but neither of us stopped. She pulled at my T-shirt, frowning as if it offended her by being on me, and I helped her rid me of it. I took her mouth again, sliding my hands up to cup her full breasts, stroking the hard nipples through the lace under my fingers. Seconds later, the lace was gone, her bare skin filling my hands. The weight of her warm breasts was perfection. Piece by piece, our clothing was discarded, our bodies close together as we kissed and touched. I bent, lifting her again, and she wrapped her legs around me. I groaned at the feel of her, hot and slick against my cock, and I ground against her, wanting her to feel my desire.

“I’m not on birth control,” she murmured. “I went through early menopause.”

“I’m safe, but I have condoms.”

She hesitated.

“I’m not a player, Cherry. It’s been over a year.”

“I can’t remember how long it’s been for me,” she whispered.

“We’ll use them.”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “I-I trust you.”

I cupped her face. “That means so much to me. Thank you.”

I walked to the bed, laying her on her back and stepping away, admiring the view. Her beautiful hair spread out on my plain comforter. Her full breasts moved rapidly as she struggled to keep her breathing regular. Her nipples were stiff, and I wanted to taste them. Her hips were rounded, and she kept her legs together modestly, that blush I liked spreading across her skin. Her chest, even her stomach, was flushed.

I shook my head in wonder. “Look at you.”

“I’m not young and pretty,” she whispered.

“Young, no. Pretty isn’t the right word either,” I agreed. “Beautiful. Sexy. Perfect for me. God, I want to feast on you.”

She blinked, then sat up, taking my cock in her hand. I groaned as she stroked me, meeting my eyes, defiant and confident. “I want to taste you too.”

I barely held in my groan. “Ladies first.”

She wrapped her lips around me. It was all I could do not to fist her hair and fuck her mouth. I was fascinated as I watched my cock slide between her full lips. Felt her tongue wrap around me. She watched me watching her, and, unable to stop myself, I wound a handful of hair around my fist, pumping into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” I purred. “Look at you sucking my cock. You like that, Cherry? If I touched you right now, I bet you’d be wet, wouldn’t you?” I growled at her. She nodded, humming, setting off another wave of pleasure through my body.

“Show me,” I demanded.

She slipped a hand between her legs, holding up her fingers. They glistened in the low light coming from the hall. I grabbed her hand, sucking, as she whimpered low in her throat.

“You taste delicious, and I can’t wait anymore,” I hissed, tugging on her hair. “My turn.”

She swirled her tongue, sucking one last time, then moved her head back, my cock resting on her bottom lip. She kissed the tip, tonguing the slit, and I groaned.

“You are trouble, Cherry G.”

I lifted her under her arms and tossed her farther back on the bed. I gripped her knees, opening her to me. She looked uncertain, and I shook my head. “You are beautiful. Lying there, wet and ready for me. I could slide in and fuck you as hard as I wanted right now, couldn’t I?” I demanded. “You’re soaked.” I ran a finger along her, teasing and light. “But I want to taste you first. Make you come with my mouth. Then my fingers. Then you get my cock.”

She whimpered, her legs falling open wider. Her nipples begged for my mouth, and I tongued them, biting and sucking until they were stiff points and wet from my teasing. Then I moved down her body, kissing and licking. I picked up her foot, kissing the arch, up to her knee, then did the same with the other. She was almost panting by the time I buried my face into her center and licked. She bowed her back off her bed with a low cry as I circled her clit with slow passes of my tongue. She curled her hands into fists on the bedding, twisting the material as I stroked, licked, sucked, and nibbled. Slid in one finger, then added another, pumping fast as she began to stiffen.

“Come for me, Cherry. Come all over my hand,” I praised her. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you.”

She cried out, her eyes going wide, her muscles tightening.

I hovered over her, settling between her thighs and slamming into her. That set off another orgasm, this time my name flying from her lips as she choked my cock, the sensation incredible. I slid my arms around her, lifting her to my chest and covering her mouth with mine, kissing her hard. She gripped my shoulders, grasped at my biceps, and dug her nails into my back. Our mouths were fused together, our breaths mingling. I grabbed her perfect ass, moving her with me. The bed shifted with the force of our coupling. Sweat rolled down our torsos, our skin gliding together. I gripped her hip with one hand, the other wrapped around her hair and pressing into her back. I had never experienced such intense sensations with anyone before. Never felt the need to be as close to someone. To feel them molded around me. Everything with Cherry was magnified.

Including the strength of the orgasm I felt beginning to take over. Fire spread through me, hot and bright. My cock swelled, and I thrust into the heat and wet of her, needing to be as deeply embedded as I could be.

“Dom!” she gasped, tearing her mouth from mine. “Oh my God, again. More!”