Page 83 of Lost In London

Whatever it was, my body appreciated it.

His hands were on a mission to become familiar with my body and his lips gave my nipples the best lovemaking that made me so wet I became embarrassed for a second. I felt my sleekness on my thighs and seeping out of me. I couldn’t keep my hips still for anything. Either they were whining or thrusting up to create friction.

“That pussy greedy for me, ain’t she?” His voice pushed me off the cliff and I sang his name as my eyes crossed. Heels digging into my sheets and back curved. “Look how sensitive you are to me. I love that shit.”

Moving down to my belly button, he kissed and licked my body. Biting along my rib cage and pushing my hips open with his. “Quincey,” I wined in desperation.

Popping my thigh and squeezing them, his warm breath on my skin had my head tossed back and eyes squeezed tight. “Stop being rude. I have to make a good first impression.”

This man.

“Look at me.” I obeyed. “Does she kiss on the first date? Her tongue is sticking out. I don’t want to be rude and assume.”

I don’t know what this man was talking about but it sounded sexy as fuck. He yanked me down as far as my wrist restraint would allow and settled my thighs on his shoulders. My skin was so sensitive. I started humping the air. The hairs of his beard tickling my skin made my body wound tight. “Quincey.” All I could do was beg.

“Can I kiss her, London?” He breathed right on my engorged nub, creating a wave of tingles to flow from my neck down to my toes.

“Yes, please kiss her.” I choked on a moan when he gave my pussy an open mouthed kiss. “Oh my goodness.” I gasped.

“Can I suck her tongue?” He popped my thighs again making me moan louder. “Eyes on me.” It was so hard to keep my eyes open. My body felt heavy but light at the same time.

“Yes, suck her tongue. Do it… ouuuu, Quincey!” I screamed when he sucked my pearl in his mouth.

“Mhm, it’s nice to meet you. Now let’s see how beautiful you bloom.” Lifting my hips he shoved my pelvis in his face and finished his meal. If I closed my eyes he stopped. Making me more delirious. He inserted a finger to hit that spongy spot within my walls, sending me on a shaking screaming release. Not once did he unlatch his mouth. This man breathed and inhaled me in.

“Give it to me, London. Cum for me one more time.” He encouraged.

I never felt pleasure like this in my life. Never have I been this absentminded and focused on what he was making me feel. Focusing on the feeling of his fingers massaging my walls and rubbing against my g-spot. Focusing on my breathing and the warmth of his tongue that spelled his name all over my pussy. Past delirium, I became so submerged in the passion and intoxication of being made love to.

I cried out loud with no conviction. My hips thrashed wildly and he continued to feast. To feel so vulnerable and sexually free at the same time.

I love this man.

Anchoring my wonton legs on his hips, he moved up until my scent teased my nose, making me thirsty to taste my flavor on his lips. “Can I have you like this?” His eyes never broke our connection. Tongue still gliding across mine. “I want you raw and all mine. Can I have you like this?” His skillful hands and equally skilled tongue had me on the verge of combusting.

Fingers trailing from my hips to between us, he rubbed my nub with his thumb making me fill his mouth with my moans. He ate every last one daring me to stop and look away.

“Please,” I begged.

Nothing else needed to be said. One thrust of his hips and he snatched my air, leaving me breathless and shaking. Mouth parted and long moans sung out as his girth stretched my walls. It was perfect. Everything about this moment felt perfect.

I felt loved and not used.

I felt worshiped and not abused.

Tears fell from my eyes as my bottom lip trembled. He created this stimulating sensation that had me gasping and quaking with each thrust. His grip on my hips tightened, fingers digging into my skin, marking me up. Letting the world know I was his.

I belong to him.

No matter where he kissed, my body heated in a coal burning blaze. I thought I was just going to be made love to. Never did I think I was going to be traveling on his spaceship coupe into the world of Eros. A world where my soul yoked to him in an eternity bind.

“Keep them legs on me.” He growled, freeing my hands. “Go ahead, baby. Touch your man.” Damn.

His sex was life-changing.

Earth shattering.

The infinity stones of power.

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