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I don’t think I’d ever felt quite as aware of my body as I was at that moment. I felt each spark of desire, each pound of my heart, the way the blood rushed through my veins, the flush that crept over my cheeks, my neck, over my chest, then the pulsing need between my thighs that finally had my hands roaming, moving over the muscles of Slash’s chest, shoulders, and back.
Similarly ignited, Slash rolled onto his back once again, his hands going to my hips until he pushed me back to look down at him.
Then his hands were drifting up and down my bare thighs, teasing the spot where my panties met my hip, then drifting up to snag the hem of my shirt, slowly drawing it up, having to sit up to pull it off of me, tossing it to the ground beside the bed.
Left with nothing but my panties between us, his hands slid up and down my sides, teasing over my ribs, then under the swells of my breasts.
His fingers were a barely-there brush that had little shivers coursing through me.
At that moment, I didn’t just feel desired.
I felt admired.
Revered.
I was lost in that revelation for a long moment until Slash shifted ever so slightly and his cock pressed between the juncture of my thighs with nothing but the thin material of our underwear between us.
My hips ground down on instinct, getting more of the feel of him. And while his breath hissed out of him at the sensation, it didn’t make his hands any more impatient as they slid up over my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling my nipples into hardened points with a sort of agonizing patience.
My hips rocked against his hard length, getting very little relief from the aching need inside. And Slash didn’t seem inclined to help as he just kept touching, exploring, showing me a softness I wouldn’t have believed he was capable of before.
It was me who got too impatient, who couldn’t endure any more torment.
So I folded forward, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, then blazed a path down his stomach, showing him the same slow torment that he’d been showing me.
His muscles twitched under the touch as I kept moving lower until I met the waistband of his underwear.
Drawing it down, I freed his cock, then went ahead and took my time with him there as well.
Running my tongue up and down his length, teasing over the head, but refusing to give him my mouth until his body felt like it was vibrating with need, until his hands were digging into my shoulders.
Then and only then did I suck him into my mouth, taking him deep, feeling his hips buck up into me.
Still, I went slow.
Dragging it out.
Making his breathing get fast and uneven.
Making his fingers crush my skull with his need for more.
Then his hands were grabbing my ponytail, pulling back until his cock slid out from between my lips.
His free hand moved out, his thumb tracing under my lower lip for a second.
Then I was moving, being pushed flat onto my back as his body came over mine, his lips running down my neck, over my clavicle, down between my breasts, then over my stomach.
He paused to sit back, removing my panties without ripping them for a change, then lowering himself down between my thighs, his lips pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before his tongue finally slid up my cleft, making a hard shiver rack my system as he found my clit and started to work it.
I almost immediately started to regret teasing him as he did the same to me, driving me up slowly, refusing to let me get to that edge I so badly needed to free fall from.
“Slash, please,” I pleaded, my hands pulling at his head, trying to pull him over me, guide him inside, give me some relief from the clawing ache growing in my core. “Slash,” I whined again, writhing restlessly against him. “Strauss,” I tried, feeling his body stiffen, then relax, at the sound of his real name as he lifted, as he slowly came over me, sealing his lips to mine as his weight pressed down into me.
I felt the hardness of him, shifting my weight to feel his cock press against my cleft, then writhing against him as he deepened the kiss.
It went on like that for what felt like hours, days, lifetimes before Slash’s weight finally shifted, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, then slowly sliding in, inch by thick inch.
His lips pulled from mine to watch my face as he buried deep, and despite having had him inside of me countless times before, there was just something different about this time.
