Page 68 of Feel It in the Air

I curse, slamming my fist against the couch cushion, my hips buckling under the immense pleasure. Margeaux chuckles, the vibration from her laughter thrumming through my dick and down my spine as she continues her efforts, not letting up. Fuck. I can already feel my orgasm starting to build and she’s barely touched me. At the rate she’s going, she’s going to suck the soul straight from my body.

When she looks up at me, Margeaux and I lock eyes, and I know I’m done for. Her emerald-green irises are full of all sorts of naughty ideas, her tongue running along the underside of my dick. My hips buck again, and all I can do is think of kissing the smirk that is forming on her face right off her. Her smirk disappears though as she takes me back in her mouth fully, her gaze never leaving mine. Increasing her efforts, she moans, and my head starts to spin. I’ve lost all hope of regaining control of the moment, so I let go, losing myself in pleasure. In the buzz that she’s sending through me.

“Margeaux…I’m…fuck!” I exclaim, reaching down and running my hands through her hair.

My orgasm slams into me, my hips bucking hard, lifting me off the couch. Margeaux isn’t fazed, moving right along with me, one hand wrapping around my thigh, the other on my cock, taking everything I’m giving her. I see stars, my vision going hazy and my pulse skyrocketing.

Holy hell.

I don’t wait for anything to subside, the aftershocks of my climax still rippling through my muscles as I pull my girl back into my lap, kissing her hard. Harder than I think I ever have before. Her sweet taste is still there, but now it’s mixed with something else. Me. And fuck—does that light a whole new fire in me. One that could combust at any moment.

The raging inferno is one Margeaux feels too. We’re a jumble of limbs, our mouths fused together, grasping for whatever piece of each other we can get. But it isn’t enough. I need her. Need to taste her.

I flip her over, pinning her to the couch, the same way she had me a moment ago. I have her pants off in a flash, my focus on one thing and one thing only. Getting my mouth on her. I’m a man possessed at this point, and I don’t care who knows it.

Lowering myself between her thighs, I don’t bother with all the normal niceties. I don’t caress inside her knees, or place sweet kisses at the apex of her thighs. Judging by the wetness staring back at me, none of it is needed.

Still, there’s a part of me that can’t help myself.

“Look at how wet you are…just from sucking my cock,” I growl.

Running my middle fingers through her pussy, I avoid her clit, opening her up to me, making Margeaux suck in a harsh breath. She’s teetering on the same edge she had me on earlier—the one I’m still on if we’re honest—and my dick is hard all over again seeing her like this. Knowing that she’s wet and wanton just from getting me off.

“Gus…” she pleads.

That’s all I need.

Margeaux cries out as my tongue hits her clit, the sound music to my ears. I continue to focus where I know she’s the most sensitive—nibbling, licking, sucking—alternating spots to keep her on edge. Each swivel of her hips or squeeze of her hand in my hair spurs me on even more, telling me where she wants it and how to up my game.

But I need more. I need her to come.

So I double down.

Turning my focus solely to her clit, I slide two fingers inside her, seeking that secret spot. The one that will send her reeling. The one I’m pretty sure only I know about.

I tap it twice. Boom!

“Gus!”

Margeaux explodes, screaming my name so that it echoes off every surface of the room. The sting from her grip on my hair is nothing compared to the desire coursing through me as her orgasm floods my mouth, my tongue trying to keep up. Her body is taut, tight as her muscles seize, but I don’t let up, pleasuring her until she’s grasping at me. Trying to pull me up.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“I’m right here.”

“Closer…”

I press my forehead to hers, my heart aching with the same emotion. One I can’t name, but so strong and overwhelming at the same time that there’s nothing to do but let it take over. I need her too. Closer.

Arms tighten around my neck, lips press softly to mine, the tender moment taking over. The intense silence, filled with nothing but our heavy mingled breathing, a sweet symphony all its own. One that only we understand.

And it’s still not enough.

I need more of her. All of her.

“I need you,” she says again, this time with more urgency. “Inside me. Now.”

In the time it takes to blink, I’m back in the sitting position on the couch, Margeaux in my lap, straddling me. Her perfect tits are at eye level, my mouth watering, wanting to reach out and take one in my mouth. Lowering herself slightly, she runs her pussy along my cock, moaning.