Page 17 of Moving to Love
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She tasted amazing; sweet like honey. He wanted her taste on his tongue every day. Each time he added a little more pressure to her clit, he could feel her getting wetter. She groaned and thrust and was so hot and wet. This was the stuff wet dreams were made of.
“You taste so good, Joci. Your tight little pussy is sucking my finger in and holding on so tight. My cock is going to feel amazing inside of you.”
His finger continued sliding in and out of her. He hooked his finger so he massaged her G-spot. Joci panted and quaked.
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” Jeremiah coaxed.
She let herself go and gasped as her orgasm hit with force. The instant she came, he pulled his finger out and thrust his tongue inside to taste her. He moaned, sending the vibrations through her body. Joci whimpered. He continued to lap at her through her orgasm. He lifted her hips a little higher and licked inside of her.
Jeremiah moved up her body.
“Now that you’re good and wet, I’m coming in.”
He breathed in lightly. “Do I need a condom, Joci?”
Joci shook her head no. “I’m on the pill.”
Jeremiah furrowed his brows.
“Female thing,” she breathed.
He kissed her, lightly alternating between licking and nipping her lips. He positioned the head of his cock at her opening, lightly pushing himself in. He continued to keep her occupied as he slowly entered her. He pushed through her opening and stopped just a little ways in.
He pushed in a little farther. She moaned and tightened her hold on his hair. Jeremiah pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again, a little farther this time. Joci sighed at the feeling. He kissed her neck and nibbled up to her ear.
“I’m coming in all the way now, Joci.”
He pulled out until just the head of his cock was in her and slowly pushed himself in all the way. Joci hissed out a breath.
“Can you feel how great that is, Joci? I’m inside of you all the way.”
Jeremiah was still for a moment, letting her get used to him. He could feel her pulsing. It was maddening, staying still inside of her, letting her body accommodate his size. She felt unbelievable.
He breathed in her scent. Their scent. It was intoxicating, like the strongest drug. He’d had sex plenty of times over his forty-nine years of life. He enjoyed sex. This was different. His cock ached. It hurt; it was so feverishly hard. As soon as he slid inside Joci, some of the ache subsided. Some of the fire was quenched, but he needed more.
He started moving inside of her, and Joci let out a breath. Slowly, he moved in and out, loving the tight feel of her. She was wet and tight, and his cock loved this feeling. He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movements his hips were making. He ground his hips against her clit, and she expelled all the air from her lungs. The feelings were running through him as a train runs along the tracks, hard and fast. His heart was pounding in his ears, in his chest. He was afraid it would beat right out of his body.
She was so wet, hot, and so fucking tight. And the way her body felt against his, her curves accommodating his hardness in every place they touched. It was perfect. She was perfect.
She was his now. End of story. This is the feeling he had waited his whole life for, this belonging to someone and someone belonging to him.
“God, Jeremiah, you feel like heaven.”
“Ditto, baby.” He kissed her neck, her cheeks, and her forehead. His hands and arms slid just behind her shoulders as he held her in place, all the while moving in and out of her.
He groaned out, “I need you to come again, Joci. Come for me.”
Joci shoved her hands in Jeremiah’s hair and fisted them tight, making him groan. She started moving her hips faster and grinding into him. She was mewling and moaning. She placed her feet on the bed, her knees in the air so she could push harder.
“Harder, Jeremiah…harder,” she breathed.
He groaned louder, the air whooshing from his lungs. He pumped harder, mating with her like an animal. It was primal and feral. He would never have imagined she would be able to tolerate his need for rougher sex. He began to shake, just imagining all the things he would do to her, with her. And this wild mating, mingling with her, was the stuff of his fantasies. His cock was on fire, and the pooling heat low in his belly was becoming unbearable. Faster and faster, he pumped into her, ramming his cock into her tight opening, trying to ease the pain.
He panted out, “I need you to come again, Joci…now, come now for me.”
He pumped into her a few more times until she cried out his name as her orgasm surged, pushing Jeremiah over the edge. His vision blurred. All he could see were spots. His breathing was ragged and choppy. He felt like he was going to blow apart. When he came, it was explosive.
