Page 30 of Silent Cravings

My eyes closed before a satisfied groan worked its way out of me.

Jesus Christ.

There was nothing like the feeling of her pouty lips wrapped around me, her tongue working my head as she moved up and down my shaft. She sucked like she was hungry for me, and maybe she was, her nails digging into my ass to hold me in place while her head rhythmically bobbed up and down. Her soft groans were a symphony, mixing with the raging wind and the thunder that rumbled hard enough to make the floor shake.

I gave myself over to it, to her, running my hands through her soft hair, letting the sensations overtake me. For somebody who swore we shouldn’t do this, she sure sucked my cock as if her life depended on it. Mine sure as hell did. She held my world in her mouth, controlling me with every stroke. I was helpless against her, but then, I always had been. There was no saving myself from this.

Hell, I didn’t want to be saved.

Still, when the familiar tingle began at the base of my spine, I pulled her away before I could fill her throat. If there was one thing I believed in, it was returning a favor. And tasting her delicious cunt was more of a favor to me than it was to her.

I propped her back up to the table and then lowered her sweatpants as I dropped to my knees, parting her thighs before settling between them. The aroma of her arousal left me panting, desperate for a taste.

“There is nothing in the world as perfect as this pussy,” I whispered, lapping at the lace covering her dripping cunt. She had soaked through, and I caught the taste on my tongue, the flavor exploding, consuming my senses.

“Oh God, yes… don’t stop… Evan!” She took my head in her hands and pressed my face into the wet lace, grinding and seeking the friction she needed, too impatient for me to pullthe thong away from her glistening lips. When she rocked her hips, I nudged the thin fabric to the side, sliding my tongue into her wet, swollen folds. “Just like that. Please don’t stop,” she begged, losing control, hips jerking frantically before I added a finger to her beckoning entrance and drove it deep. Her hips shot up from the table, a howl piercing the air.

Her moans drove me wild.

I needed more.

I needed all of her.

I slid another finger in, driving deeper, twisting and scissoring. Finding her G-spot, I stroked it and her clit at the same time, using her reactions to guide each caress.

“Oh… God… Evan,” she whispered frantically, riding my face. Using me.

Let her use me. Let her coat my tongue with her juices. I could have suffocated happily so long as the last thing I heard was her ecstatic moans and my name across her lips.

When she came, her shouts almost deafened me, the sound filling my ears while I lapped up every drop of her fragrant honey. She was exquisite.

The thought of living without her all these years had cement blocking my throat and tasting awfully close to regret.

Licking her clean, I stood, staring down at her limp, breathless body.

I did that.

And I would do it again. I had to. It was as simple as breathing and twice as necessary. I was made for this. Made for her.

Her eyes opened a clear blue that flashed brighter than any lightning. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered, peeling herthong away from her body and spreading her legs again. “Fuck me.Now.”

This was new. Desire flooded my veins and ignited a fire within me, a fire fueled by her admission.

The head of my cock was dripping as I lined up with her drenched entrance, sinking deep. The sudden rush of sensation left me grinding my teeth, holding on for dear life. I felt every inch with no barrier between us, every ripple of her tight walls gripping me deep, promising release.

When her legs locked behind me, I rocked into her, bottoming out. She whimpered, but the look of ecstasy I saw when the lightning flashed again told me she needed this as much as I did. I pulled back, savoring the feel of her along my length, then pushed into her, taking her hard, giving her what she wanted.

The table shifted each time I slammed into her, and as pleasure claimed her again, her head rolled helplessly from side to side. “Yeeesss… more,” she begged, demanded, pulling me in with her firm legs, greedy for me.

“Like this?” I asked through gritted teeth, staring down at her and watching her writhe and moan while I fought off the urge to come. Not yet, not until she screamed for me. I drove into her again, sinking as deep as I could get but still grinding into her when I couldn’t go any further. “Do you like my cock buried inside you?”

“Fuck yes!” She tried sitting up, her mouth seeking mine. Suddenly, it was all I needed, and I roughly grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her face up to meet mine. I gave in, stroking her tongue with mine in time with my thrusts.

Knowing she could taste herself on me heightened everything, made it more intense, and left me barely clinging to what little control I had left. I groaned in hermouth, the sensations climbing my spine and coating me slick with sweat.

The first pulse of those smooth muscles along my length threatening to squeeze me was all it took for the last thread to snap, letting go inside her, filling her until our combined juices leaked between us, leaving us both a breathless, sweating mess.

She leaned back and flashed a wicked smile before releasing a deep sigh. Did she have any idea how magnificent she was?

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