Page 80 of Fight for Love

I left the room reluctantly and headed for the en suite. I could hear him downstairs still clattering about in the kitchen which meant I had time. So, I made sure my legs, pits and pubis were extra smooth using a close shaver. Once out of the shower, I lathered on cream. Dabbed on perfume.

Brushed out my hair, slipped into lingerie and added a bit of mascara, eyeliner, bronzer and lip tint. The underwear was red with black embroidery. French lace. Balconette bra and matching thong. High leg. I told myself I wasn’t going to enjoy this, but in truth, I was already soaking my knickers.

“Are you nearly done?” he called from the bedroom. “I’m waiting.”

“Yes, I’m coming.”

I went to the door and cracked it open a bit. He was lying on the covers in just his tight white trunks. He saw me peering at him and sat up a bit because I rarely wore make-up so it’d be something new for him.

His gaze was like a tractor beam and I opened the door all the way, then stood there so he could look at me. Eric’s eyes drank me in and he smiled with nothing short of pure happiness. I turned around so he could look at my rear and he chuckled, which made me stick out my bum even more and look over my shoulder at him coyly.

I turned back around and leaned against the doorframe, lifting one foot to the wall behind me. He’d filled those shorts in a matter of seconds. I licked my lips slowly. “Are you going to come and get me, or not?”

He jerked his body off that bed and came to me faster than lightning. His hands landed on my waist and he dove straight for my hair to inhale deeply, then slid the tip of his nose along my throat until reaching my collarbone to kiss.

I shook almost violently with desire, my core throbbing so badly, I could feel every pulse of my heart. He pushed me back against the doorframe and tilted my head to him, then licked into my mouth and sealed his lips over mine, kissing me deeply. My hands were on his pectorals as the stabbing in my belly got out of control. He tasted of our Italian dinner and red wine but the taste of him too was unmistakable. Like cucumber and salt. I lifted my arms around his neck and angled myself so he could keep kissing me more and more deeply, our bodies pressed tightly together, his prominent erection digging into my belly.

When he lifted my thigh around his waist, I arched back and gasped. He kissed a path down my throat before sucking at the flesh visible just above my bra cup. He moved me around the doorway and pushed my back against the wall. His boxers were sliding off next.

I could barely see straight by that point. I’d never felt this way before, not my whole life long. I’d always wanted Caelan and I did love him, but this was different. This was a different kind of desire for someone I fit with. Who I really physically, emotionally and mentally fit with.

“I love you,” I groaned.

“I know, baby,” he murmured against my lips.

He threw me up into his arms and swiftly yanked my thong to the side, then he was thrusting so hard and fast inside my soaked pussy, I didn’t even know my own name. I shattered within about thirty seconds, screaming his name at the top of my lungs. My insides were on fire and I couldn’t stop the clenching, it kept coming.

Tears leaked from my eyes and he carried me to the bed, lay me down with his cock still inside me, then reached beneath me for the clasp on my bra and released it. Off with my bra, then a snap of elastic, and he ripped my knickers clean away.

Kissing me, and rocking tenderly into me, he raised my arms above my head and I hooked my legs around his backside. He took the pain away in those moments, not stopping as I cried, shook and could barely believe this was now my life.

He kept on making love to me, holding me close and encouraging my legs tighter around him, his hands wrapped around mine in a lover’s reassurance.

“We fit,” he said. “We just fit.”

I nearly burst out crying and begged, “Don’t stop, Eric.”

He licked my throat and I lay back, arching off the bed and towards him, wanting him deeper. His lips found my nipple and he sucked hard before heading for my other breast. His tongue slid between my breasts and lower until he slipped out, his tongue then in my navel and swiftly sinking even lower until he pushed it inside my body.

My hands were tugging at my hair, half of my torso was off the bed as he lashed my clit, then sank his tongue back inside me again.

“You taste like new worlds, new horizons and fucking roses, Flora. You taste like heaven. You are heaven.”

“I wanna ride your face.”

“Do it.”

He lay down near the foot of the bed and I crawled over, straddling him so I could see his eyes as I looked down. He held my buttocks in his hands and rocked me back and forth.

“No, let me just ride you as I like. I want to use you.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he cried.

“Rub your cock a bit while I ride your face.”

“If I must.”

I rode his fucking face, letting all of that silken skin touch my pussy. His chin and cheeks, his mouth and even his nose, which slid inside me. He devoured me, lashing and sucking, growling and darting and tonguing. I came as I bobbed up and down on his tongue, my vagina clenching around him over and over.

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