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Here, he was making the entire atmosphere as light as possible, and as a result, my reservations and defenses were instantly gone.
I held his gorgeous length, stroked it, tasted it, licked it, and through it all, I enjoyed watching his breathing quicken. I stared up at him, needing to see his reaction, needing to see the effect that I had on him.
He didn’t hide it, but I wished it was more, so I took him in all the way to the hilt, and then I began to suck him off, just like I had done the previous night.
Throughout the day, I had tried to remember what it had felt like, and all that came to mind was that it was fun. But now, I realized that it was more than fun, it was unbelievable. I enjoyed every moment of it more than I could recall ever enjoying anything else, and I knew that it was because this was him.
Slightly, his knees shook, and I loved so much that it was because of me, because I was attending to the head of his cock and sucking him so hard that pleasure was pummeling through his body.
He grabbed my hair and held my head in place, then he said words that just might have made me come right there.
"I'm going to fuck your mouth," he said, and began to move his hips. I tightened the grip of my mouth, relaxed my tongue and throat, and allowed him to take what he needed from me. By the time he pulled away once again, my lips were stained. He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard, and I was near trembling with excitement.
With one hand against my chest, he pushed me down on the bed, and I didn’t resist. Then he spread my legs apart, and I shut my eyes as he pulled my panties down my thighs.
"Hmm," I heard him purr from above me, his voice filled with appreciation. "You’re gorgeous down here," he said, the warmth of his breath tickling against such a sensitive place. "You know this, right?"
He didn’t even give me a chance to respond. I had no problems with it, and so when his tongue and lips connected with my sex, I let out my long, tortured moan, the exact way that I felt it. That first lick and caress seemed to be heaven on earth. Afterward, it seemed to be even better than I had recalled. The way he applied pressure, kissed my clit, and sucked on it drove me wild. And then he would slide his tongue into me to lap up all of my desire.
But at this point, I was writhing across the bed, unable to stay still, unable to contain the heat and sweetness. I didn’t care that people could hear us; maybe they could, and maybe they couldn’t. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that, almost certainly, he was just trying to push me so hard that I fell apart right before him.
I willingly submitted. I wasn’t going to put up a fight because what would be the point? I wanted to fall apart over and over, but most importantly, I wanted him to be the one to put me back together. That was the hard part. Reaching forward, I slid my hand into his hair as I worked my hips against his mouth, and I couldn’t believe I was holding onto the gorgeous strands. I had always imagined it would feel like this, silky, soft, romantic. I cried out at a particularly good suck, and I could feel his smile between my legs. I pulled his hair in retaliation.
Just then, he lifted, and I watched his eyes glazed over with pleasure. I wanted to feel all of him on top of me.
I wanted to feel that wonderful weight of his entire being pressing against my body, so I reached for him with desperate fingers. Smiling, he didn't respond. Instead, he took his time kissing up my stomach till he got to my breast and then he unhooked my bra. I wasn't small in any way, but the way he grabbed me and squeezed made me feel like I was. I loved the way he held my breasts and sucked on my nipples with feverish abandon. He treated me like he had been waiting just as long as I had, and as though he couldn't get enough, and when he moved even further and kissed me, I nearly believed it.
"Ready," he whispered to me as I grabbed his body and pressed it against mine.
I nodded because this was a fucking dream. He felt so good, smelled so good that emotion clogged my throat. He grabbed his length, and I could feel him as he stroked the head up and down my sex. The teasing was pure torture, but I couldn't refuse it. It felt so incredibly good, and so I tried my best to be patient.
He positioned himself at my entrance, and then he began to slide in. I loved how gentle he was with me. I wished he would go faster, but I knew that he was trying to give me a bit of time to get used to his length and width, and I appreciated him so deeply for this. Smiling, I savored the feel of him stretching me open bit by bit, and then he impaled me all the way to the hilt. I purred like a satisfied cat and could feel his smile against my face as he kissed down my chin.
I loved the way he grabbed my hips, then he positioned himself slightly sideways, and then he began to fuck in and out of me. Just like he had started in the beginning, he thrust in and out of me with utmost care. It was torturous, but it felt so good. Soon, however, and just like I had hoped, he lost control of himself. He began to move even faster, and I held on for dear life. I loved the sounds that he made. At first, I knew that he tried to hold back, but as the minutes passed and as he fucked me, I could hear and feel them growing harsher.
I felt the sting of his hands as they dug into my skin. Desperate, euphoric.
"Fuck," he cursed into the crook of my neck, and I held him even tighter to me. I understood. My entire body felt as though it had been set on fire from the inside out. It felt so good; I felt like I was being coiled like a spring, the pleasure flowed through every inch of my body like great wine, and I wanted to scream.
"Hunter," I called his first name. "Hunter, oh God," I moaned as his thrusts came harder and faster, and soon we were both teetering close to the edge. I could feel it from the force of his pummeling. Earlier on, he had had a rhythm, and now he seemed as though he had tossed it out altogether. It was as though he had his own rhythm now in his head that I couldn't follow, and it made me grab the bed sheets so hard I nearly pulled them from the frame.
He would go slow and then fast, do that rolling thing he did with his hips that always temporarily blinded me and prevented me from seeing anything else. My hands grabbed at the roots of his hair as my thighs dragged across the sheets, curled, clenched.
I felt as though when I broke apart, it would be into pieces that I would need a while to put back together, and I was beyond looking forward to it.
"God," he kissed me. "You're so perfect, Maddy," he called. "So gorgeous, so sweet. Fuck. I could do this all night; I can't get enough of you."
I couldn't get enough of him saying all these words to me either, and it was more than enough to push me over the edge.
"I'm coming," I cried out, and afterward, the loudest, most intense moan spilled out of me. I could feel his entire body clench hard in response too, and I knew that my release had also provoked his. He shot his seed inside of me with a shout that reverberated through my body, and I reached forward to grab his ass.
He came endlessly while I writhed my hips to wring out every bit of pleasure left between us. The aftermath was magical. I could barely feel anything, and yet I felt everything. The sweetness, the pleasure, the intimacy. I felt as though I was trembling all over, and I loved it. As long as he didn’t pull away and he didn’t just then but eventually, he did roll to his side so he could get his weight off me, and before I could feel the coldness of his absence and our separation, he rolled me with him till my back was pressed against his entire body.
I felt as though I was in a magical cocoon of warmth and contentment that almost brought me to tears.
"We need to stop falling asleep diagonally on the bed," he said, and I couldn't help my smile.
"Yeah, do you want to move up?"
