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“I’m gonna come,” I warn him. It’s been a long time since another person has touched me, so long in fact that the second he suckled my nipples into his mouth, I’ve been fighting off an orgasm.
“Then come, beautiful,” he commands. As if my body was waiting for his explicit permission to detonate, I catapult into avolatile climax. I become blinded by white spots as they swirl behind my eyelids and I scream out his name.
Losing all of my strength, I fall face forward, my upper body sinking into his luxurious cloud of a mattress. As I hear the rustling of clothes behind me while he disrobes, my body resurrects itself, ready and begging for more. For him. To feel his skin against mine as he takes me.
As if I’ve become possessed by a succubus, I crawl up the bed and turn onto my back, laying my head on his pillows, while splaying my legs in a wanton fashion “Come here, Aris.”
His eyes are heated as he looks down on me. “Are you ready for me, gorgeous? Do you want to feel my skin glide along yours as I take you, show you who your man is in a way you’ll never forget?”
“Yes. That… all of that.” I croon, spreading my legs even wider and opening myself up to him in an invitation. “Make me yours, Aris.”
He crawls up the bed, broadening my hips as he settles between them, making room for his athletic body. “You understand that once I’m inside of you, you’re never getting away from me, right?”
“Yours. I’ll never leave you,” I promise as I take my nails and softly scratch them across his pecs, becoming fascinated with the way his flesh pebbles with each brush of my fingers. “Please, Aris. I’ve waited a lifetime to become yours.”
“This is going to be hard and fast, baby girl. I have a lot of pent up sexual need when it comes to you. Watching you grow into a woman has been tortuous. Not being able to touch you, claim you, and love you the way I’ve wanted to has been building upfor more years than I can count and I’m not sure that once I’m buried inside of you I’ll be able to control that monster’s desire to seize what I’ve always needed.”
“And I’m what that monster needs to feel more settled?” I ask, sounding unsure. Deep down, I know I’m his, but for some reason my insecurities about myself requires him to voice it again.
He hovers over me, and with fire burning in his gaze, he states, “I get that I sound like a caveman. I can’t help it. You don’t understand the depths of my feelings for you, Berlynn. But you will. The only way I can think of to help that sink in is to bury myself inside of you and prove it to you with my body so that you can see inside of my soul by peering through me, using my eyes as a vessel.”
Overcome by the emotion I can see brewing in his eyes, I reach down and grab his cock, pulling him closer. His chuckle is dark, sinful, and I shiver at the expression on his face as he grips himself and notches the head of his thick, girthy shaft at my entrance. Blown pupils stare down at me, his expression almost harsh as he eases inside my tight, warm sheath. Already, I can feel the stretch and burn as he pushes his way inside of me, delighting in the slight pinch of pain as he bottoms out. Every nerve is sensitized, every pore entranced—I can feel his wiry pubic hairs brushing against my clit, the rasp against that sensitive spot causing me to shiver in anticipation.
“God, I love you,” he huffs out, leaning down to capture my lips with his. “You feel like heaven and I’m not sure I ever want to leave.”
“Eventually, we’ll both get hungry,” I tease, my hands running across his shoulders and down his arms.
He clasps my hands in his, lacing our fingers together as he starts to move, never losing my gaze. Without any prompting, my legs wrap around his hips as I use my core muscles to meet his thrusts. Right now, I’m grateful that we’re both athletes, because I have the flexibility to respond to his movements, while he has the strength to hold himself over me.
“Not anytime soon,” he promises before he starts thrusting.
I’m already seeing stars as his movements cause him to hit my clit each time he bottoms out in me, while my G-spot gets stroked as he pulls out. “Don’t stop,” I plead, sweat now beading on my body as I chase my second orgasm. “Please, Aris, harder.”
“Your wish is my command, baby,” he replies, speeding up.
I can’t help the mewl of pleasure that escapes my lips when he adds a swivel every time he pounds inside me, and I feel my pussy begin to flutter in anticipation of the impending release. “I’m going to come, Aris,” I say, my breaths coming out in harsh pants.
I may be in excellent physical condition, but this workout is unlike anything I’ve ever had before, and let me tell ya something, I’m here for all of it!
“Ber, you’re squeezing my dick, baby, you better come now because I’m not gonna be able to hold off much longer,” he warns, his movements becoming erratic.
“Aris!” I keen out, my back arching as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before explodes in my body, sending shockwaves coursing through my body.
I feel his hands squeezing me, as sweat drips from his forehead, hitting my own before he bellows out my name, and I feelwarmth flooding my pussy. As we both come down from our orgasms, he leans in and kisses me. It’s soft, gentle, almost sweet, but the promise of what we are is there.
“I love you, Berlynn,” he softly repeats his earlier claim, his forehead nestled against mine.
“I love you too,” I reply as he rolls us so he’s on his back and I’m sprawled across his body.
A shiver runs through me as our sweat-slickened bodies begin to cool, causing him to chuckle. He manages to sit up slightly, keeping me crushed to him as he grabs the quilt that’s on the end of the bed then covers us both.
“We’re doing that again. Often,” he murmurs, his voice sounding sated. “First, we’re going to nap for a bit.”
“Sounds good to me,” I sleepily reply. “Don’t mind if I drool on you.”
He chuckles then says, “It’s okay, baby. Drool away.”
We slowly came too, but neither of us being in a rush to get out of bed. Enjoying the quietness of the house and being wrapped in one another’s arms. With my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat, and my fingers drawing lazy patterns on his pecs, I’m in hog heaven.
