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“Shit is right.” He pulls me on top of him. As quietly as possible, I straddle him and bend down, pressing my mouth against his and let out a silent squeak as he nips at my lower lip.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He palms my breast, our tampered down sexual tension firing up like a match to a gas fire.
“Not here. Not here.” I whisper.
He pulls the pillow from underneath his head and tosses it on the ground. With no effort, he slides off the bed with me still on top of him, laying down with his back to the carpet and me still straddling him.
He lifts me off his waist to pull his jeans down, revealing his straining erection. My mouth salivates at the length. Tattoos that I didn’t notice earlier from my overwhelming lust cover his stomach and reach down to this lower waist. Dark, swirling lines, marking, and pictures fill his body like an abstract painting. A skeleton sits on his lower stomach underneath his belly button and fades out mid-torso. The skeleton looks decrepit, but the scariest part of it is that he’s screaming. The dark, soulless empty pits of the eyes look scared as they stare back at me. The mouth sits wide open, like he’s screaming something at me. Pleading, or maybe warning.
I slide down Aziel’s body and look up at him as I admire him. His narrowed, lazy eyes look both lustful and angry. He’s careful with me, gentle. But I can see underneath his surface sits a beast waiting to be unleashed from his cage.
I’m wondering how much of the villain Aziel really is.
“What’re you doing?” He mumbles as I slide down his body. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I interrupt, pulling at his boxers. His erection springs free, bobbing against his stomach and twitching in anticipation.
I grip it with my fingers, loving the hot, smooth feeling of his skin against my palm. The veins thump against my skin, barely restrained and eager for pleasure.
My tongue pokes out, sliding around the tip and tasting the cleanliness from our shower earlier, combined with a saltiness that can only be described as Aziel.
“Shit.” His hips jackknife off the floor, needy as he searches for my mouth.
He’s so large. Even with my overwhelming want, there’s no way I can fit him all the way in my mouth. A drop of precum forms at the tip, and I bend over and slide him as far as possible down my throat, until the tip of him hits my throat. I gag around his girth, feeling him pulse and twitch against my cheeks. I flatten my tongue on the underside of his erection, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking as he slides out. My tongue reaches his head and I swirl my tongue around the tip, only to go back down until the tip hits the back of my throat again.
I create a rhythm.Up and down. Up and down.Over and over again, going faster and faster. My hand curls around the base, sliding up and down with my movements. If possible, he grows harder inside my mouth. My jaw aches and my eyes water, but I keep going, because the rough groans coming from above me only spur me on further.
“Enough.” He growls.
I keep going, eager to have him fill my mouth with a part of him. Wanting to please him. Needing the taste of him sink into my taste buds. I’ve never done this out of want. Out of desire. I now understand the excitement over pleasing someone you are actually fond of.
“Enough.” He lashes out, reaching forward and grabbing me around my biceps roughly, pulling me towards him. I whimper at the departure. He lays me on top of him, and my entire mouth feels swollen and puffy as my warm body collides with his. He takes my mouth, his pointer and thumb digging into my cheeks as he guides me where he wants me.
His kiss is rough, clashing teeth and a war of tongues consume the both of us as we fight claim the other. Completely.
I can feel his erection throbbing against my bare thigh. He pulls at his jeans wrapped around his lower thighs, grabbing another shiny square from his pocket.
His finger trails down my body, pausing to caress or grip every dip and curve on its path towards my sleep shorts. His fingers dance along the hem, slipping underneath and finding my soaking wet panties not even remotely hiding the desire I have for this man underneath me.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” He swipes along the wetness on the outside of my panties, pulling his fingers out to stick them in his mouth. “Shiiiiiiiiit.” He groans as he tastes my juices.
He sticks them back underneath my shorts, this time trailing his finger along the edge of my panties, pulling them to the side and sticking his fingers between my folds. Soaking wet, hot skin meets his fingers, drenching them even further when he presses against my clit.
He grunts, lifting his hips as if he’s searching for the heat himself.
The aroma of our desire lingers in the air with our humid breaths. My skins feels like earlier in the shower, a sheen of sweat sticking to me and leaving me a wanton animal.
He tears the condom open, sheathing himself once again before he presses one finger inside, then two, swirling his fingers around and pulling them out quickly. Shifting my hips, he lines me up and slides me down on top of him. His length stretches me, even after just being inside of me earlier. My insides grip him perfectly, sliding against him as he hits the most perfect spots. I see stars as I ride him. Placing the soles of my feet on the worn carpet, I spread my legs wide as I ride him. He keeps my shorts and panties pulled to the side so he can watch. His blue eyes have turned a molten black, that beast once again raging at the surface, ready to break free. My head tips back, my eyes gazing at the popcorn ceiling as my blonde hair tumbles down the expanse of my back, the hairs grazing my waistline.
I’ve never been on top. I’ve never taken control. I feel like I need to bow down and let him have his way with me, but with his commanding hands on my hips and the lustful look in his eyes, all I can do is what feels right.
This feels right.
“Look at me.” He grunts, lifting his hips up in a sharp thrust.
I jerk up, watching as I ride him unabashed, feeling my own beast climb to the surface as I chase the orgasm that only he can give me. I’m never in charge. I’m never allowed an ounce of dominance, and although I love when Aziel takes control, there’s something about being on top, of watching the man beneath you completely at your mercy, that makes you want to take over the world.
The power is addicting.
