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He undresses me with all the efficiency of a soldier, with a surprising tenderness, carving paths of yearning, wicked hot sensation in the wake of his touch. He lays me down. I feel like a goddess about to be ravaged, sprawled out naked in his big comfortable bed.
He narrows those soulful, dark-dark eyes. Standing tall over me, spreading his heated gaze all over my skin. “Sweet Christ,” he husks out. My eyes go wide when he reaches down to stroke his bulge over his pants. My walls clench out a deluge of creamy heat. I feel a sudden sharp ping of self-consciousness, laid bare like this, for him, but I push it away. The outline of his hard length is proof alone that he likes me.
“I fucking love your body, Summer. See how much?” There’s a spot of wetness on his pants where his drops of arousal are already dripping free.
“Yes,” I rasp. I feel as if I could burst with desire. “Touch me…please.” I reach down to try and temper a single degree of the heat pulsating between my legs. Boyd watches, delighting in the sight of me strumming my clit for as long as it takes him to shuck off his clothes.
Then he takes over. “Give me.” He dips one finger between my folds, fanning the heat that makes me buck hard against his hand. A smile spreads over that pillowy mouth of his, so agonizingly close to my core. “I’m going to worship and lave every single inch of you, my little woodland nymph…and I won’t stop ’til I’ve had my fill.”
I thought I could guess how good it would feel to someday have a man’s tongue touch me there, but I was so very, very off. I gasp when I feel the tip of his tongue press to my center, flicking gently up and down my wet folds, pausing only to draw little circles around my pearl.
“Oh my god, Boyd,” my toes curl as I pant his name. It feels so good that I want it to end, and I never ever want it to end.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my girlhood. “You are delectable. I could lavish you all day.”
Holding my hips, he sends his eyes up to my face, then delves deeper with his tongue, licking, sucking, stroking, stoking, drawing my cream into the cavern of his mouth. Every relentless lash of his tongue, everything I feel for this man, all the hell it took to get me to him—all of it comes together and gets cinched up tight, tighter.
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes. Gnash that pussy right on my face. Come all over my beard, baby.” His famished voice vibrating against my mound. “I’ve got you. Let go.” I climb higher, higher, desperate for release as his wide, hot mouth and expert tongue lap up mouthfuls of my drip.
The tautness snaps. The orgasm is more intense than anything I’ve experienced, assailing my core with pleasure first, then spreading, pumping fire through every vein in my body as I cry out his name.
When my eyelids drift closed, there are stars behind them.
“My god, that was beautiful,” Boyd says reverently. His hand sliding up and down my ribcage. He crawls over me, dipping his head to lick my pulse, reaching between us to cup my breasts.
He sits up over me. My eyes pop open to the sight of him tugging on his tree trunk of an erection. It’s so big I can’t fathom it fitting inside.
“You’re perfect, baby. So perfect.” He leans up higher, rubbing that fat appendage of his between my breasts as pearls of precum drool from the tip. “That pussy is ready.”
“Can I taste you first?” I’ve never done that before, either. Never really realized the appeal until now.
“Knock yourself out.”
I wrap my fingers around his cock and hold on. It’s empowering, holding his girth all to myself, milking it as he throws his head back in the same kind of tortured delight he just put me through. He sinks in between my lips, and I stare up, never taking my eyes off his as I take him all the way to my throat. He drives his length in deeper, squelching into my suck hole from root to tip.
“God in heaven,” he keens, his voice losing its usual control, ripping until threadbare. “You little assassin. You’ll kill me like that.” He ambles down. Grabbing a fistful of hair behind my head he clamps his mouth down onto mine as his sex lunges for my core. “Let me get inside of you now.”
“Yes. I’m ready. Please.”
Tucking his massive hand under my butt he lifts me up, aligning the tip to my slit of an opening. He pushes inside. I inhale sharply when his member opens a point of resistance, but he moves in deeper, slowly, then faster, and the pinch of pain gives way to pleasure. My walls stretch open for him. He ruts into me, harder, harder. My hips arch upward to take him in. Yes, more, more.
I ascend toward a new climax, a higher height, so fucking high. I squeeze his strong perspiring body with all I’ve got.
“God, you’re my obsession,” Boyd murmurs, breathlessly. “My love. Come with me, baby.”
My clit pulses at his coaxing. My walls shackle around him as pleasure floods my insides. His thrusts quicken, his cock probing even deeper, deeper until his cum bursts from the hole and charges forth toward my womb.
A loud groan rumbles from his chest and he rocks into me, harder, plunging his tool all the way inside me again.
As if his hard, valiant body has liquified, Boyd tumbles down against me. It’s hard to breathe bearing all of his weight. I don’t need to breathe. I have all I need.
I fall back, lost in a sated fog.
After a beat, he lifts up a mote of his weight. I smile.
“I really like you, Boyd. Like,” I coil my arms and legs around him tighter, not willing to let go of him yet, “really.”
“Thank you, baby,” Boyd whispers into my hair. “I really like you too.”
