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“If it makes you feel any better I only let him kiss me to see whether he could make me feel the way you do. He didn’t,” she replies, brushing her lips against mine.
“Fuck, the things you do to me…” I groan, my thoughts silenced as I lick against the seam of her lips, tentative, searching.
“Ditto,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Ditto.”
I’m well aware that we’re suspending reality, that very soon this will be over, and I’ll have to become the hardened bastard who cannot let anyone in, but in this moment with my body pressed against hers, I give in. Just a little.
“You were saying?” she reminds me, her mouth pressing against the course hair of my beard.
I swallow hard, feeling like a teenager giddy with lust. “I never did the teenage love thing. First base is just kissing, right?” I randomly say.
“We’ve already jumped to third base. The only thing we haven’t done is a home run,” she responds with a small smile.
“A home run…?”
“That’s when you fuck me, Malakai.”
I groan, my head dipping closer as her lips brush against mine. “Kiss me, Little Siren. Just fucking kiss me.”
She does. She kisses me, mewling and moaning with every lap of my tongue. I’ve never been much of a kisser, but for Connie, for my Little Siren I would kiss and kiss and kiss her until her mouth and mine have melded together for all eternity. Eventually, reluctantly, I pull back still needing her reassurance that she’ll leave, that she’ll go as soon as we’ve tortured ourselves long enough to survive the coming days. That’s if we survive at all.
“Promise me now, Connie. Promise me right now that you’ll leave,” I demand, my cock hovering over her entrance, teasing her clit with its heaviness. She bites down on her lip, not giving me an answer, so I lower my mouth to her tight pink bud, drawing her nipple gently between my teeth, sucking and licking. She whimpers, grasping my face and urging me to take her other nipple. Reaching up I cup her ample tit, squeezing gently whilst my thumb teases and my tongue licks, replacing one sensation with another.
“Promise me,” I repeat, drawing myself back.
She pants, her mouth popping open, her hips undulating as her skin flushes. When she doesn’t answer immediately I lower myself down her body, kissing a blaze of heat from her breastbone, down the centre of her chest, over her stomach until finally I’m resting my lips against her pretty, pretty, sunset cunt.
Breathing her in deeply, I growl, a sudden anger at her refusal to answer me bubbling beneath my skin. In one swoop, I punish her with my tongue. Pulling her folds gently apart, I lap at her, tasting her desire and smothering my lips and chin with her wetness. My tongue dips inside her tight little hole as I rim the delicate flesh. She cries out, grasping my head with her hands as she thrusts her hips up, desperate for more.
I give her more.
My tongue finds her little bud and I lick it delicately, alternating between using the tip of my tongue and the flat. Her taste of musk and something infinitely sweet explodes on my tongue as her excitement floods my mouth.
“Little Siren, you taste so fucking good,” I groan, my dick damn near punching a hole in the duvet. I want to give in, give her the best fucking orgasm of her life but I need to know she’ll obey me. I have to know she’ll be safe. Just before she can reach the pinnacle of relief she’s so desperate for, I ask her the question one last time.
“Promise me you’ll leave.”
Her eyes flutter open, a deep fire burning within them as she meets my gaze. “I will,” she whispers.
With that promise, I plunge my tongue deep inside her wet heat, my fingers rubbing in perfect motion over her clit. With patience and a desperate need to please her I lick, suck and tease her clit. Within a few minutes her tender walls are clenching and unclenching around my fingers that I replaced my tongue with as she cries out my name, her head thrashing at the intensity of the orgasm I give her. Gently removing my hand, I hold her steady, kissing her thighs and her lower stomach until her body goes lax and she lays before me in orgasmic bliss.
But I’m not done.
I’m nowhere near done.
Rising upwards, I get off the bed and yank open the bedside cabinet, pulling out a condom. Tearing the foil I roll it over my throbbing cock, then climb over her and capture her parted mouth with my own. We kiss like two people who were always meant to be together and who’ve found nirvana in each other’s arms. This kiss, more than any other, breaks me wide open.
“Malakai,” she whimpers, wrapping her legs around my waist and lifting her hips to meet mine. It’s all the encouragement I need.
“Little Siren,” I lament, entering her in one deep thrust.
I thrust deep, over and over.
Her cries of pleasure fuel my need to make her mine, to mark her so deeply that she’ll never long for anyone bar me.
I don’t allow her body to accommodate mine.
I’m not tender.
