Page 82 of Hard Rock Fling
I grasped his cock by the base and drew him forward. When he was close enough I pressed an open mouthed kiss to the flared tip. Trembling hands cupped the back of my head.
I leaned up on an elbow and took him deeper. He grunted and fisted my hair, not pulling, just grasping tight.
I flicked my tongue along the underside. Ian hissed and threw his head back.
I sucked him down until the tip hit the entrance to my throat. He cursed out loud.
I bobbed up and down steadily, taking him deep then pulling back. During one particularly erotic flick of my tongue, he let out a choked cry.
Long before I was satisfied with my ministrations, he tugged on my hair. "Stop,stop."
I shook my head, his cock still buried in my throat.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to come before I get a chance to fuck you."
I let him fall out of my mouth with a loud pop. His cock was shiny and wet, solid as granite yet smooth as silk.
I wanted him inside me immediately.
He fumbled with a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth.
I hesitated for about five seconds before I put my hand on his. He paused, looking at me with a question in his eyes.
"Can I ask…. Are you—" I flushed, but continued on. "Have you been tested?"
His nostrils flared, understanding. "Fuck yeah. I got tested the minute we started sleeping together."
"Me, too. And I'm on birth control." I gave him five seconds for the words to register before reaching down and guiding him to my entrance. I was already soaked and ready for him. "I want to feel you. Skin to skin, with nothing in between us. I want to feel you coming inside me."
His eyes blazed with an inner fire. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet." He groaned, sliding the length of his cock up and down the valley between my thighs. I spread my legs wider. Wild green eyes met mine. "You want me? You want me to fuck you?"
I nodded, moaning and squirming.
"Tell me, Hope. Tell me you want me." That voice was commanding, full of a dark, fierce passion, but I heard the plea beneath his words.
I shifted my hips until the head nudged my entrance. "I want you Ian," I gasped. "Only you."
He flexed his hips until the tip slid through my folds. "I don't think I can hold back."
"I don't want you to."
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop. You want that?"
I let out a soft groan. "God, yes…"
He slid inside with one hard thrust. I choked out a cry as his cock parted my inner walls. I clenched and throbbed around him, panting hard, trembling. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails almost breaking skin.
He kept himself there, letting me get used to his length, his girth.
The fluttering of my muscles around his cock sent small shocks of pleasure pulsing from my core to my limbs to the very tips of my fingers and toes. He wasn't even moving and I was already overwhelmed.
When I was ready, I urged him to move with a roll of my hips. He pulled out slowly, every drag of his cock sending heat licking through me. When he pushed back in, that heat turned blazing, nearly setting me aflame.
He continued pulling out, then thrusting back in, over and over, an almost merciless pace. His cock would nearly leave me completely before the blunt head pushed back in.
He lifted my hips up until only my shoulders touched the bed. That changed the angle and sent my head spinning. His cock speared me, finding every secret spot, every hidden place, until I was mindless with desire.
A thumb found my clit, rubbing and circling and then he thrust at just the right angle and sparks of pleasure ignited my every nerve, sending me to soaring heights.
