Page 55 of All The Way Under
She smiles, a wistful look crossing her features. “Sit down. I want to ride you.”
Delicately, I sit, my back against the chair while keeping her on me. She straddles me, her knees next to my legs. This angle gives me the perfect grip on her tits and access to her mouth. Every time she slips down, she pauses to kiss me, tongue tangled with mine, her hands in my hair.
Erotic torture is the perfect description. I feel hot and cold from the breeze at the same time. It’s heaven and hell twisting together. She picks up the pace, her breathing speeding as I twirl her nipples between my fingers. Her chest is red, and she leans to one side, burying her face in my neck as her hips rock up and down in my new rhythmic obsession.
Saylor licks a trail from my neck up to my ear and back again, creating a trill of goosebumps down my spine. I grab her face.
“I want to look in your eyes when I come deep inside you,” I snarl.
Her lashes flutter open, and the sight of her ocean eyes is all it takes to bring me to the edge and tip over. I skirt my hands down her sides to hold her hips still as my hot load seeps into her womb. She circles her hips, trying to get me deeper as my cock throbs against her soft walls.
The orgasm is so powerful it’s almost painful as I come down from it, kissing her with eyes open, holding her chin with two fingers.
“Good girl,” I chide. “I like it when you listen to me.”
She circles her hips one more time slowly and stirs.
“I like it when you don’t too.”
Our teeth click as our kiss turns to big smiles.
“I do both equally as well,” she says, biting my lower lip, then letting it pop back into place.
She licks my lips, tracing them with the tip of her tongue.
“If you can stay hard, I’m going to come again.”
She slides up and down, my come dripping down my balls.
I grin again, raising one brow. “I’ll be hard for twenty-four hours if it means you’re coming on my dick,” I reply, fucking her slowly as she kisses me while rubbing her clit against me.
Her hands rest sweetly on my cheeks, and it’s intimate and personal and everything I never thought I’d have in my life. Someone so important that the world as I currently knew it ceases to exist. It’s just about her and her happiness.
Saylor moves her hands to my shoulders, and her chest reddens as she moves closer to her orgasm, and I get to watch in awe as she takes exactly what she needs from me.
Letting her guide the pace is hard when all I want to do is slam into her like a barbarian. I held myself back for too long in those early weeks on the enemy base in Madagascar. Now that she’s mine, there are so many things I want to do to her.
Saylor whispers, head hanging, “I’m coming again.”
I don’t dare move. She rides me, tilting her head back to the ceiling while hot whimpers gasp from her throat. Her pussy grips me, edging me closer to another fucking orgasm. When she slides herself down to sit and kisses me passionately, I’m renewed.
My heart catches and trips when she opens her eyes. “I love you,” I say.
“I know,” she replies, smiling against my mouth. “That was a bold exclamation for you.”
In mock outrage, I press my lips together.
“I suppose I deserve the suspense, but I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure my dick just made you come twice. You must at least lovethat.”
She sighs, and it’s adorable and hot. Only she can accomplish that feat.
“I do love that,” she whines, reaching between us to feel the base of my wet shaft. “And I do love you,” she amends. “More than I thought was humanly possible.”
My heart rate ratchets up, and I touch her face like she may disappear. I’ve memorized the way her face looks in every different scenario. When she’s mad or sad, happy, or disgusted. But the way she looks right now is my favorite. Doubt creeps in.
“You think we can do this? Make this work back home?”
“One thousand percent,” she whispers. “No question. That’s how sure I am of you.” Saylor shakes her head, her nose brushing mine as she goes. “We’ll figure out the logistics. I’ll move to where you live if I have to. You want to make this work as much as me, right?”
