Page 23 of Skid
“Oh, god,” she moaned as I licked her up and down before swirling her engorged clit in tight circles.
Her legs clamped my head as I worked her higher and higher, the taste of her an elixir for my soul. Grace rocked her hips, chasing her release, and I pushed a finger into her tight pussy, feeling her walls squeeze against me. Knowing I would be a tight fit for her with my endowment, I pumped one then two fingers into her as I felt the first shakes in her legs.
“Dalton,” she stuttered, and I felt her pussy contracting as her orgasm broke free. I pushed a third finger into her, pumping my hand as her release overtook her.
She was almost angelic when she came, and I licked her through her tremors until she pushed against my head, asking me to stop. Withdrawing my fingers from her, I kissed her clit and rested my head on her hip, watching her as she basked in her afterglow. I purposely kept my pants on in case she wanted to put the brakes on it now, because even though not being inside her might kill me, I would honor her request.
She looked down her naked body at me. “Fuck, that was amazing.”
“Have you had enough, darlin’?”
I prayed she’d say no, and when she sat up, I mirrored her. She brought one hand to my cheek and leaned in, kissing me deeply and groaning as we shared her taste. When she pulled me back onto the bed with her, settling me between her spread legs, I knew she was okay with continuing.
“Please, Dalton.”
Leaning over, I whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you, baby.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a condom from the box I’d bought that morning as she turned and put her head on the pillows. She watched as I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down my legs, exposing more tattoos along my lower half. Her eyes grew wide as my cock came into view.
Rolling the latex over my shaft, I positioned myself between her legs and asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded and pressed her head into the pillow, so I followed her, kissing along her neck and plucking at her hard nipples until she was rubbing her wet center along my cock. When she got to the point she couldn’t take any more, her small hand grasped my thickness and ran it along her pussy.
Locking my gaze with hers, I removed her hand and guided myself into her center, watching the expression on her face as I gathered her release on the tip and slowly pressed into her. Her mouth fell open as her eyes closed, and she moaned under me. With small thrusts, I worked more and more of my cock into her tight core until we were fused together at the pelvis.
At that moment, my soul connected with hers. It sounded lame, but I now understood what the married brothers said about finding the one and how perfect it was.
Slowly, I retracted my hips before pushing back into her perfection. Her hands gripped onto my back as I began to thrust with more force, long stroking her as she met every thrust with her own. Our panted moans filled the room as each push of my hips brought me closer to orgasm. I’d never finished that fast, but I wouldn’t tip over the edge until she was with me.
Gripping her leg behind the knee, I pressed it against her chest with one hand and brought my other hand to her center. Rubbing her clit, I felt her walls clenching my shaft, and my vision grew spotty as the pleasure became too much to bear.
“Dalton . . . more,” she begged, and I increased my speed, giving an extra shove of my hips into her as I felt her orgasm break free. “Yes, oh . . . yes!”
“Grace,” I moaned as her release pulled mine from me, filling the condom.
I collapsed to her side, not wanting to crush her as our stilted breathing filled the room. She giggled, and I looked down at her with a smile as she stared up at me.
“That was . . .” she started, and I kissed her nose before finishing her sentence.
“Perfect. Amazing. Breathtaking.”
Her beautiful eyes met mine, and for a moment, I could see our forever.
Only I had no idea at that time just how much blood there would be on our path to happiness.
