Page 95 of Justice for Radar

He didn’t waste any time. He went to his knees, a heat in his gaze as he looked up my body and arms supporting me, licked me.

“Oh!” I shuddered in his grasp and he made this self-satisfied hum that ended on this deliciously dirty, dark and taboo little chuckle that made muscles I didn’t know I had loosened in want and desire.

God yes, do whatever you want to me…I thought, and then finding a little hidden bravery from somewhere, I spoke those same words aloud exactly as I’d heard them in my mind.

His hands tightened on my hips and hegrowledin response and my whole body shivered in anticipation of what that sound would bring.

He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue carefully gauging my reaction, his deep brown eyes looking up the length of my body as I slid into the deep and even breathing reserved for just how much this man turned me the fuck on.

He teased me so sweetly, and denied me so devilishly in this carefully choreographed dance of lips, tongue, fingers and yes, even teeth in these delicate little nips to the inside of my thigh.

I laid back, tangled my fingers in the front of his hair when I couldn’t take anymore and directed his mouth to where I wanted to be. He groaned and it was the hottest sound, almost doing more to edge me to orgasm than what he was doing with his mouth and his hands.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on all of the sensations and feelings he wrought through my overtaxed body that seemed to want to make up for all that time I had never been touched, or held, with any consideration. I was starved for this sort of contact, where I felt so loved without condition.

And God love him, love me is just what he did. Slow and with authority, building me up, and up, and up, holding me in the palms of his hands before with a sexy smirk that reached all the way into his eyes, he swished his finger like this and his tongue like that, and opened his hands to watch me fall.

I fell shrieking, body convulsing as the orgasm seemingly slammed into me from behind, carrying me over the edge of another, smaller cliff midway down. I don’t know how many times I shuddered, and jerked, and crashed into the mattress beneath me, soaking the towel as he hung onto me and made a shining mess out of the beautiful disaster that was me.

I loved it. I lived for it. I never wanted it to end even as I pushed at him, frightened at the sensations that swept through me at the sweet prolonged torture he engaged in over, against, and inside my body which was more than enthusiastic to carry on without me despite my mind screaming at me to slam on the brakes.

Just when I was on the verge of panic, he let up and stopped, looking down at me, this pretty broken thing, whisking the towel out from under me and dropping it to the floor so it didn’t have time to soak into the covers now under me.

He pulled off his tee over his head and dropped that as well, and the serious look in his eyes – I couldn’t feel anything other than beautiful when he looked at me like that. I couldn’t believe anything other than his reality which that I was desirable, that I lit a fire in his veins a match for what he lit in mine, racing like fire over a puddle of gasoline and burning twice as hot.

I bit my bottom lip and reached for him and he gave me that crooked grin. The one that said he had other ideas, the one that threatened me with a good time, that told me I was going to like this, as he wrapped his arms around my legs and hauled me back down the bed from where I’d tried to crab walk away in the throes of my prior orgasm.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a foil wrapped square and tore it open with his teeth and I felt my mouth drop open.

It was a setup!

He winked at me, dropped his shorts, and I watched, hungry, as he rolled it down his length.

God, I wanted him inside of me.

I wanted him to fuck me until I came screaming around his cock, and by the way his smile dimmed into this all of a sudden oh-so serious and predatory look, I was about to learn the hard way to be careful what I wished for… except I trusted him, and it wasexactlyhow I wanted it right this second.

“My turn,” he uttered and I raised an eyebrow as he lifted my legs, and practically folded me in half, baring my pussy.

“For what?” I gasped, still not fully in control of my breath and beginning to lose it all over again with the look that he was giving me.

“To drive,” he uttered and he drove into me from a standing position, the stroke deep, strong, and just this side of too much to handle.

I gasped, and arched, and raked nails down his exposed arms and with a vile, wicked grin that absolutely made my toes curl he threatened me with a good time.

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Radar…

I drove into her with a little more force than I meant to, but with exactly the force that I wanted to becausedamnI was in a frenzy. Riding high off my desire for her, and equally pressed by a deep desire to make herminein exactly every way that counted. I wanted to set her soul on fire, cool her with my kisses and soft stroking touches, and watch her transform from this soft creature that lay before me into something very much like steel. I wanted to help forge and unbreakable bond and ultimately, I wanted her to feel so empowered she didn’t hesitate to stand up for herself with or without me by her side.

That started with proving to her that she had worth, and though it may not have been the healthiest method to bring about the lesson, I knew that making love to her, consistently, often, and letting her see it in my eyes and feel it in my touch would bring her around to at least start to believe…

I closed my eyes for a second, bowing my head, and just allowed myself tofeel. Her smooth skin beneath my hands, the hot wet heat of her tight little pussy so snug around my cock. She felt like heaven and there was no place I would honestly rather be than with this woman in my arms, under me, clinging to me, holding onto me tightly as I railed her sweet ass into next fucking week.

I pulled her down again, having to readjust every so often to keep her at the edge of the bed where everything just felt so fucking good.

The way she reached for me, the way she stared at me through heavy-lidded eyes swirling with the magic combination of love and lust was such a fucking turn on it was everything in me not to come too early.

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