Page 67 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Mmm.” He likes my response. “Let’s see how wet you get while I kiss you with my cock inside you.” He removes his hand and grabs his shaft, lifting it so I can maneuver myself onto him. I engulf him leisurely, appreciating for the first time what it’s really like to be with a man.

Jett exhales heavily, grabbing my thighs, tensing his body, and stretching his neck. “That’s it. Go slow.”

I move as slowly as possible, as slowly as my lust will allow, but he’s so long and so thick and fills me so deliciously that I want his entire length inside me right now. I drop down quicker the last two inches, the ache becoming unbearable. I need the friction and the resistance. I grind on him gradually, rolling my hips until we’re both heaving. Everything below my waist tightening and pulling and fluttering. With Jett, I really am a bird flying freely. I think I always have been and just didn’t realize it. Didn’t want to acknowledge it. Freedom was just a dream until now. Until him.

Jett sits up, shifting the angle of his cock. A zap of unexpected pleasure punches through me, causing me to shiver in his arms.

“Ah.” He responds to my tightening pussy as I continue to ride him ardently.

“Jesus, the way you move.” Jett grabs both of my heavy breasts hypnotically—eyes closed, in a state of bliss—squeezing and pushing them together. Licking both nipples in a fit of famine, biting, sucking, sending me to the brink in a flash.

“If you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.” I whimper, the combined sensations are all too much. His pelvis grazing against my clit, the balls of his piercing massaging my inner walls relentlessly, and the provoking fill of his cock every time I grind down.

“So come. It won’t be the only time today.” He looks up at me with that predatory expression. His tongue extended and flat over my nipple.

“I don’t want to. Not yet,” I pant. “You feel too good.” But even as I protest, I know there’s no stopping the orgasm that’s already gained momentum. That’s rolling through my insides like an expanding snowball down a steep wintry hill.

“Jett.” I dig my nails into the back of his head. “Jett, Jett,” I moan his name insufferably as my heart and my pussy and my blood pumps faster. Fluid gushing from me swiftly, soaking us both with hot sticky arousal.

My entire existence is both confined and liberated in those few short, blazing seconds as I’m owned by the man of my choosing.

I’ve barely made it back down to earth before Jett flips me onto my back.

Taking charge, he laces our fingers and pins my hands over my head, all while he continues to thrust fluidly through the slippery passageway my pussy has become.

“You’re so fucking warm.” He burrows in deeper as I splay my legs wider. “And soft and wet. And mine. You are all fucking mine.” He claims me, and I love it. I want it. Want to be his.

“There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else, right?” He wants a declaration, and I will gladly give it.

“Yes,” I sigh as our bodies continuously join. As he stretches and fills and elicits sensations I never thought I could feel.

“Say it.”

“There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.”

“Again,” he groans.

“There’s you and me, and then there’s everything fucking else.” We look straight into each other’s eyes. We bond. We conjoin. We solidify.

My mind and body and soul are the barest they’ve ever been, yet I’m not scared or ashamed or apologetic for the way I feel. For the way I let go. Abruptly, everything feels so perfectly right.

Jett suddenly smiles. A warm expression that heats my heart.

“What?”

“We’re finally flying, little bird.”

My eyes well with joyous tears as I realize I no longer have to fight to fly. I no longer have to fight to live.

Jett kisses each of my eyes, catching the salty drops that escape with his lips. He has finally broken down my stone walls and rebuilt them with windows so he could shine through.

“Tell me you want me to fill you up,” he whispers seductively in my ear as he circles his hips, burying himself as deep as humanly possible.

I don’t hesitate as my body bows. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

“Tell me I’m the only one who comes inside you,” he growls as his cock swells and my pussy constricts. It doesn’t want to let him go.

“You’re the only one.” I exhale harder as the ache between my legs returns with a vengeance.

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