Page 3 of Puck Drop
I breathe her in as if my life depends on it. “I love you, too, Lizzie.”
I need more of her, and the position we’re in doesn’t allow for that. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I glance around, wondering if the floor would be too offensive for her to use.
“The bench,” she whimpers, reading my mind correctly, running her fingers slowly through my wet hair.
I take the couple of steps to the bench that’s right in front of my locker. In fact, my jersey is hanging in there, and my bag is right underneath. I straddle the bench, bringing Elizabeth down with me, her legs coming up to wrap around my waist.
“I want to see you naked,” she whispers just as her fingers grab onto the bottom of my T-shirt, then yank it over my head.
I love it when she gets aggressive like this with me. It’s only when we’re about to have sex. Outside of it, she is the sweetest and gives this air of being docile, which I also love, mostly because it’s like she saves this side of herself just for me.
The way her eyes widen when she takes in my bare chest is causing my cock to stir in my pants, even more than before. She sinks her teeth gently into her bottom lip, making me want to do the same.
With a sudden move, my hands yank at the soft material of her top before pulling it over her head. Elizabeth’s shiny hairfalls down her shoulders, and the soft light coming from the lone lightbulb I turned on earlier makes her look like an angel.
“I want to see you naked, too,” I say and wink at her just as my eyes drop to her naked breasts. No bra. My brain is going to explode.
That is the last conscious thought I have before dropping my mouth to her chest. Her small nipples are begging for my attention, which I am more than willing to give to them.
“Logan,” she gasps in shock when I push her down on the bench, her legs still wrapped around my waist.
After some maneuvering, I take off her stretchy pants and underwear, not even paying attention to where they land when I throw them over my shoulder.
Hovering over her, I kiss and suck down her neck, making my way down her chest until I get to in between her breasts. My eyes roll to the back of my head when I lick the perfect flat spot right in between them.
“You taste so good,” I groan.
I push her small breasts together, trying my hardest to give them both the same amount of attention. I lick, and suck, and bite, with each action her chest coming up higher off the bench while her legs clench harder around my waist.
The heat I feel coming from her pussy is like a siren’s call to my cock. It wants to get in there in a bad way, to the point where I can’t think straight.
My hands let go of her breasts while my mouth continues having its way with them. I run my fingers down her sides, enjoying the way her skin breaks into pebbles with each slow move until I reach her hips. My thumbs rest on her hipbones, fitting perfectly around her, as my lips make their way down to her belly button, then lower yet.
With each new spot I reach, I can feel how restless she gets. What we’re doing is nothing new, and she knows I am aboutto lick her clean before fucking the lights out of her. But there is a new underlying passion there, which I can only assume is coming from hearing her telling me that she loves me. It changed things somehow, like everything is the same while also being different.
I lean back a little and lift her up to my face, making sure her back and head are resting safely on the bench. I place open mouthed kisses on her mound, feeling her body jerking in pleasure the closer I get to where she really wants my mouth to get.
“Logan, please,” she begs, just like I knew she would.
I don’t get off on hearing her beg, but it sure helps me get into a weird headspace where I want to be with her forever.
My heart beats out of my chest when I pull my mouth away from her just enough to stare her down the length of her body until I reach her eyes. They look like large pools of green velvet, full of promises, and also fear.
“I love you,” I somehow manage to grumble right before I lift her hips back up. This time, my mouth finally makes contact with her opening, her juices instantly flooding my taste buds.
I eat her like the starving man that I am, with all the passion I have in my body and until I can feel her trembling with more need. I know the exact moment when she is ready to let go, and I am ready.
Having already lowered the track pants I’m wearing, my cock is out and begging for attention. With rushed moves and worried that I will miss the best part of her coming, I bring her down from my face. Then, with one smooth move, I pull her upper body to me while slamming her down onto on my cock.
“Fuck,” I yell into the void when her pussy clenches around me in the most perfect way.
We move together, our bodies knowing exactly what the other one needs. She is squeezing me tight while her face isburied into my neck, sharp fingernails digging into my bare skin. The pain from that draws out the pleasure I feel as I am buried inside of her.
“Here we go, babe,” I groan, fingers clenching her ass hard. I know I am leaving a mark on her skin, which only spurs me on.
Tingles gather at the bottom of my spine, and if I were not sitting down right now, I’d be falling over for sure.
Nothing feels real as I let go. Elizabeth is my only anchor in the abyss I’ve just thrown myself into, and I will die if she ever lets go of me.
