Page 14 of Only for the Week
He takes one final swipe to my pussy before kissing my inner thigh and sitting back on his haunches. “I was right,” he says, proudly.
“About what?”
“You are my favorite drink.”
My pussy throbs at his words. She’s already grown attached to that tongue and that’s not good. It’s a problem for tomorrow’s Janelle, though. Tonight’s Janelle plans to drain Rome dry and let him do the same to me.
“What do I taste like?”
He pulls his pants down in one swift motion revealing his beautifully carved dick. He is literal perfection. His dick should be the mold for dildos everywhere. Ignoring my lustful stare, he crawls over my sprawled out legs, hovering over my lips. “Sin. Paradise. Everything.”
“Show me.” His lips come down to mine. How is it that every kiss with him is different? The one on the beach was sweet. It was tender and unassuming but passionate at the same time. The one against the door was hungry, messy, and wild. It made my heart beat so hard, I could feel it in my toes.
This kiss? It’s possessive and consuming, threatening to swallow me whole and spit me out a completely new person. We’ve already set the perfect rhythm with each other as if we’ve been doing this for years and not minutes. Or has it been hours? I have no idea. This kiss digs itself deep within my bones and plants its roots in my bloodstream. The taste of myself coating his tongue floating between us only adds more fuel to my fire. He’s right. This is pure sin and I love every second of it.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him down so there’s no barrier between us. His dick presses into my stomach causing me to shift in hopes of feeling that friction somewhere else.
He laughs when I hook my leg over his and use that leverage to flip us so that he’s on his back. “You strong as fuck, girl.”
I giggle. Fucking giggle. Who even am I? I may be a thick girl, but Rome easily has at least seventy to a hundred pounds on me. We both know the only reason I was able to flip him is because he wanted me to. “That’s right. So you better give me the dick I deserve so I don’t have to show you my strength in other ways.”
“You really up there threatening to beat my ass if I don’t deliver good dick.”
“Are you gonna let me down?” I drill my eyes into his and he meets my intensity, though I can feel the humor radiating from him.
“No, ma’am.” He licks his lips as he says the words.
“Then you don’t have anything to worry about.” Without breaking eye contact, I reach over to the resort nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer. Looks like I’m going to make a dent in this Costco box after all. Ripping the condom open with my teeth, I lean down to wrap it around him with my mouth. It brings me joy to hear the rough exhale from him as I wrap my lips around him. He’s lucky I can’t go another second without him inside me or I would use every trick in my arsenal to drive him to the edge the way he did for me. There’s still time for that, though, because I plan to make the most out of tonight. I rise onto my tippy toes to let his dick stand at attention beneath me, and then ever so slowly, I take him in.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts. “Keep going, take all of me.”
I revel in the feel of him stretching me and when our hips connect I take a moment to appreciate the full weight of him inside me. I can feel him in my stomach.
“I’m so proud of you, gorgeous.” He leans up to give me a quick kiss and I hate the way I preen under his attention. He’s getting under my skin too quickly. He moves his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Now, I need you to move for me.”
Ask and you shall receive. I slowly lift my body so that I’m only sitting on the tip, settling forward so my breasts are in his face and then I slam back down and rotate my hips. His eyes roll in the back of his head on my second descent. “Shit,” he drags out the word. “You feel fucking amazing.”
Up and down. Up and down. There are no words exchanged, only gracious moans and contented hums. His hands caress every inch of my skin. His touch is so gentle until I bite his lower lip. He stops his exploration and plants his hands against the dimples in my hips. I know then that my time of being in control is over, but I don’t mind. I want him to possess me. He thrusts his hips up to meet me, setting us on a new pace that is so wildly tantalizing I can barely breathe. That same feeling of dizziness takes over and all I can do is hold on and hope I survive the landing.
My toes curl so hard with my release that I’m afraid I’ll get a full-on cramp. My legs are still shaking when he flips me onto my back and enters me again. He lifts the leg that was cramping the hardest over his shoulder and kisses it. It’s hard to reconcile the sweetness of that action with the relentless way he’s fucking me.
“You with me, J?”
“Yessss,” I cry out. I clench around him and I know I got him by the grunt he lets out and the way he hangs his head.
“Nah, I’m not tapping out. Not ’til you give me another one.”
The challenge in his eyes and the way he firmly presses his hand against my fupa lets me know he’s dead-ass serious. The pressure of his hand intensifies his stroke, making me clutch the sheets with barely there control.
“I…I ca…”
“Don’t fix your lips to tell me you can’t, J. This pussy is magical and I need to feel that power again, okay? I need to feel her milk me again. I need to hear her scream for me. You got me, baby?”
His words hit me right in the chest, strengthening my resolve. I’ve never felt such a strong desire to please someone before. I’ll give him everything.
“I got you.”
And I do. I rotate my hips in time with his and when that dizziness takes over again, I fall into it. I clench my walls around him, screaming out in ecstasy.
