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Vander smirks with the sound, proud of himself for leaving a mark I’ll think about for days to come. My hands trail down his chest and over his abs until I reach his pants where I inch his shirt free. I thought the moment I’d be able to remove his clothes would be full of frenzied movements, trying to rip his clothes away as fast as possible. But now that we’re here, I want to savor it. To imprint the memory for all my days to come.
Once his shirt is completely free of his pants, I run my hands underneath it, letting the shirt rise as I touch his smooth skin underneath. I have to concentrate on not drooling as his chest becomes exposed, revealing the black and gray tattoos decorating his skin. His muscles flex under my scrutiny, and with a quick glance up, the furrow to his brow shows how much he’s straining to hold himself back. He wants to make this last as much as me.
When Jasper and I first met, he said my first time with Vander would be explosive, and it was. He never prepared me for this moment, for us to be in some kind of bubble, in another existence outside of ourselves where we both agree on wanting to worship the other.
His shirt slides free, and I’m able to inspect him up close for the first time. Sure I’ve seen him without his shirt in the gym, but I was never able to stare at his god-like beauty this reverently before.
My gaze is drawn to the healing wound from the bullet, and I brush a gentle kiss against it. Vander sucks in a sharp breath, but I can tell it isn’t one born from pain. Next, I trace over his tattoos, committing the design of each one to memory, before peppering kisses over them. I continue until I reach his nipple, flicking my tongue against it until it’s a hard nub.
Vander releases a sigh, and his muscles pull at his chest making me glance up. His head is tilted back enjoying my attention, and without looking, his hands glide along my back, gathering my hair in his fist until he’s holding me against him. I move to the other nipple, and his fingers flex, another sound of enjoyment escaping him.
This is a moment I’ll never be able to see when one of my other men is with us, so I soak it in, deciding to always make sure I take time to have them individually no matter how much fun group activities are.
“Just like that. Such a good whore. Your tongue is exquisite,” he rumbles. I use my teeth next, scraping his nipple before giving a little nip. My hands travel south while I kiss my way back to his lips, his hands both in my hair guiding me the whole time until he’s able to dive into a deep kiss.
I deftly unbutton his slacks, and the sound the zipper makes sends a thrill throughout me. I slip my fingers into the back of his pants and boxer-briefs, but keep my thumbs on the outside so I can enjoy touching his ass while slipping them over his firm globes.
In a move he doesn’t expect, I flip us so he’s the one laying down. A small crease forms between his brows as I pull away, but it doesn’t stop me. I don’t waver from my destination of climbing from the bed so I have the room to tug the rest of his clothes free. Inch by glorious inch is revealed and my mouth starts to water once his cock springs into view.
His hardness waves in the air as it twitches from my gaze, probably because he can see the hunger in my eyes, or maybe it’s the way I lick my lips. His shoes are already on the floor, so his pants practically remove themselves when I drop the fabric. I spread his legs and crawl between them.
My gaze is transfixed on his cock as if I’ve been hypnotized by it. The snake charming the woman instead of the other way around. Trailing my hands over his legs, I lay between them when I’m close enough to place my mouth on every bit of his package. I don’t yet, making him suffer and wait patiently like he did with me.
I know he’s allowing this to be a rare moment between us. Where he lets me do whatever the fuck I want. He won’t be this gracious often. My Vander is one who never wants to show his vulnerabilities, it’s easy to see how hard it is for him to display. Like he was all too vulnerable sometime in his past and never wants to experience it again. He’s giving me a gift right now, a piece of his soul that I get to keep forever.
Peppering kisses along his thighs, his cock continues to dance, trying its best to draw me in. I’m not swayed though, I have more to explore. Supporting myself, I lean up until I’m able to kiss and lick the V below his eight pack.
I can’t name the number of times I’ve had to picture his body on the one-night stands I was fucking. All the times they didn’t do it for me, and I had to imagine someone else. It was always these abs, his V, and the dimples at the small of his back. I had to fill in the imagery of his ass clenching with each thrust. Something I’ll have to keep doing until he fucks me with a well placed mirror. I’ll need to make sure it happens sooner rather than later.
Being able to actually touch them is infinitely better than dreaming about them. Which I’ve done plenty of too. His face was never in any of my fantasies, only his body. I never realized it was him I was picturing until this moment. I wasn’t interested in him until I was, but it suddenly dawns on me… Maybe I was subconsciously into him all this time. How I never realized is beyond me.
“If you keep being a brat and making me wait, I’ll remember this when it’s my turn to explore you,” Vander quips.
I’m unsuccessful at hiding my smile and he lets out a growl, reaching for my head. My reflexes are quick enough to keep me free of his hold, but the glint in his eyes tell me he’s not finished trying to get me. I hold up my hands to fend him off in a placating gesture. “I’m not doing it on purpose, I promise. I just want to see the other side first, then I’m done, I swear!”
His gaze narrows before he slowly rolls over for me. The muscles along his back ripple as he gets comfortable, folding his hands under his head. The tattoos continue across his entire back, barely dipping past the area where his waistband would rest. Once again I trace each inked masterpiece before placing kisses on them, trailing my lips along the lines wanting to imprint the memory of me being the last one to touch his skin there instead of the artist who did the work.
When I reach his ass, I hold it in both hands, squeezing when he flexes. What can I say, the man has an amazing ass. I give one cheek a sharp bite making him jump, having reached the limit of his calm restraint. “Enough, Remington,” he growls, rolling over while rubbing at the teeth marks.
“What? You look so good I could eat you. You’re lucky I only revel in the killing part and don’t enjoy eating my victims,” I tease, snapping my teeth playfully at him. His hand snakes around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. There’s such a lightness between us right now, and I can’t help but question how long it will last.
I’m panting by the time we pull apart, my lips swollen, but I still have work to do before they can have a break. Unable to get enough, my fingertips trace the grooves of his muscles while I situate myself between his thighs. Kneeling on the bed, I grasp his cock in my hold, finally touching it for the first time tonight. He lets out a relieved hiss that turns into a groan when I collect the pre-cum on his tip and run it along his shaft, using it as lube to pump my hand up and down.
We both watch my movements, and it’s not long until my tongue joins in on the fun. I hold his dick against his abs and lick from his taint, over his balls, making sure I swirl my tongue around them fully, and finally up his shaft. His hands thread through my hair wanting the semblance of control even if he isn’t taking it from me.
My mouth dips over his head, sucking him in and hollowing my cheeks using as much suction as I can. His girth fills my mouth, making my lips stretch as I take him, swallowing down further and further working myself up to take his full length. Reaching my gag reflex, I push past the sensation, taking him into my throat. The groan I pull from him has my thighs clenching together as his fingers instinctively grip my hair tighter.
I’ve always found it amusing when men think they can control the situation when a woman is going down on them. To use her hair like handlebars moving her in any position they want…
No. A woman is always in control when she has his dick in her mouth. She’s in the position of power, bending him to her will, forcing his cock to come on her command.
Finally my lips reach the base of his cock, his balls pressed against my chin. “Such a good cocksucker. Are you my cum slut? You going to make me give you my load, bella puttana? Will you be a good girl and swallow it all?”
His dirty talk suddenly gives me an idea, one I hope doesn’t backfire, although I can’t help but wonder if he’d like it. One hand holds me as my mouth glides up and down on his cock, the other trails down my body until it reaches my cunt. Dipping my first two fingers inside, I gather my wetness, scooping it with my fingers to make sure I get as much as possible. Lord knows I’m more than drenched enough.
Wedging my shoulders between his thighs, they uncomfortably dig into his legs. It forces him to bend his knees, drawing his feet toward his ass so he’s more spread open for me. Using my slick fingers, I run one of them over his tight hole, making him jump in surprise. “Remi,” he growls in warning.
With a glance at his face, I gauge if I should stop or not. I find him watching me, but there isn’t any anger like his warning tone would suggest. What I find is more along the lines of intrigue. Running my tongue back and forth along his shaft, I slip up his length until only his tip is in my mouth. My tongue swirls around his head, before I rapidly flick it on the underside.
