Page 137 of Hell Breaks Loose

Suddenly, I’m untied, crawling over black silk sheets toward her.

Tearing at the swaths of fabric, uncovering inch after inch of supple, creamy skin. Kissing anywhere I can place my lips. Licking the delicate salt from her body.

There’s not enough time to savor her like I want.

My need won’t allow for it. Even if I could spend eternity kissing even one area of her body if I could. But her need is as insistent as mine, and we tumble together, our naked skin melding into one another, wanting as much of our exposed bodies to be in contact with the other.

Her hands clutch at my hair, tugging and pulling me where she wants me to go.

Rolling over her, under her, I reach down, splaying her cheeks apart, exploring down into her deepest hollow, sampling the drenched core I find there. The thrill of it ensnares me.

Fills me with pure, unbridled excitement.

When she spreads her legs apart for me, I’m ready, teasing the rock-hard curve of my cock into her folds. Thrusting along her sex with a clench of my ass, arcing the path of my desire up and into her.

She’s liquid silk inside.

Hugging me tighter and closer than we ever could with our arms wrapped around each other.

“Oh… Ev—” The name she says vanishes in a muted garble of sounds that I am not allowed to know. But the sound draws me in, deeper than her soaked inner sanctum, with an inexorable pull.

She is gravity, and I cannot help but fall.

I want to fall faster.

To know her completely.

Every thrust of my hips barrels into her deeper, the undertow of her slick heaven washing my mind clear of any thought other than her. Her ass slaps down against me, the most glorious sound I’ve ever hear, other than every moan she makes as I plummet into her again and again.

Her pleasure coats me, covers me.

And in this place, I can taste her while I fuck her. All at the same time.

My tongue tastes the entirety of her sex, whirling around her clit, burrowing into her opening. Filling me with the deepest, most loving lust for more of her.

All the while, I lie on my back and that sea of chocolate waves ripples and tickles my stomach as she rides me, facing away, the enticing line of her back peeking through those locks from time to time, leading my vision down to our joining, then up to find her watching me over her shoulder.

Watching me gasp, my eyes never leaving her as she works me inside her, draws me in over and again.

She can have all of me.

Bleed me dry.

And she does, writhing back and forth harder and faster, wetter and hotter.

Until I’m archin my back off the bed, plunging up into her with everything I have, unburdening myself into her core in a rush of euphoric deliverance.

Complete. Release.

Taken into her with a cry of that name I cannot hear again, and I’m spent.

Drifting, falling.

My eyes snap open, the sensation of cool night air caressing my sweat-soaked skin. I’m flexed, tense. And so rigid that my cock fucking hurts.

That’s when I feel the hands slide up my calves, up my thighs.

Is she really here?

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