Page 87 of These Rough Waters

He settles onto his back, but I remain still, watching him watch me, “Come on little doe, come straddle me and sit on my fucking face.”

“I just–”

“Don’t think, little doe, just do.”

Swallowing I get to my knees, shifting closer and a feral sort of satisfaction darkens his eyes, “That’s it, right here.”

I widen my legs so I’m able to straddle him but don’t move to his face, nervousness and a little embarrassment making me too warm and shaky.

“No, no baby,” He grabs my thighs, “I want you right here.” He pulls me quickly until I’m directly above his mouth and he’s looking up at me from between my legs.

“Torin.” I breathe.

“Now sit.” He grunts, “Ride my fucking face.”

He pulls down and lifts at the same time, latching his mouth to my clit while he shifts one hand and penetrates me with two fingers. I cry out at the feeling of his tongue on that sensitive bundle of nerves and my hips roll, seeking more.

He’s relentless in the assault but I wasn’t trying to escape. I ride his mouth, ride the fingers thrusting into me. I completely forget any nervousness as I grind my pussy down onto his willing tongue, head tipped back in pleasure.

“Oh god!” I moan, grabbing a hold of the headboard to keep my balance as he eats me like a damn man starved and fucks me with his fingers. “I’m going to come.” I moan, hips jerking as my body warms ready to release.

He grumbles against me, the vibration of it sending a shockwave through my nerves and all my muscles tighten, pussy clenching around his fingers. He helps me ride it out, prolonging the euphoric sensation a little longer while he continues to flick his tongue, drawing out every drop of the orgasm that spasms all my muscles.

He gently lifts me from his mouth, his lips and chin drenched in me, “Now shift your pretty ass down and ride my cock baby.”

Almost drowsily I move down his body, his eyes watching me the whole time as he shoves his own pants down, his cock nudging against me once I’m at his hips. Thick and rock fucking hard, I position myself so he can sink in, inch by glorious inch, the aftershocks of my orgasm still making me clench as I sit myself on his hard, proud length.

His eyes roll back, fingers biting into my thighs, “So good,” He groans, “Your cunt was made for me, Maya. All of you was made for me.”

I whimper at his words, leaning forward to capture his mouth, not caring that I could taste myself on his tongue. He languidly kisses me while I gently roll my hips, fighting the urge to ride him quicker and harder because I wanted this connection. I wanted him on my tongue and in my pussy, I wanted his chest on mine so I could feel his strong, sure heartbeat and have his hands holding me tight as if he couldn’t bear to let me go.

His breathing is ragged, his cock stroking in and out of my body, pushing me higher and higher. Our kiss breaks and my head falls into the space between his neck and his shoulder where I lick and taste the salt on his skin.

“Fuck, Maya,” He groans, hands falling to my hips where he then starts to move me up and down his shaft, our skin damp with sweat. Hearing the pleasure roughening his voice, hearing how much he is undone for me as much as I am for him, it’s enough to barrel an orgasm to the surface.

He groans as I cry out, my walls fluttering around him and his thrusts turn harder, heavier.

“I need tofuckyou,” He growls.

“Do it.” I moan. Not even a second has passed when he flips us, forcing me onto my front and straddling me from behind, slipping his cock between my clenched thighs and reentering me in one swift and brutal thrust.

His body slaps against mine as he presses me down into the bed, hands holding tight, cock stretching me full as he fucks me.

My teeth latch onto the pillow to suppress my moans.

“No, baby,” He moves the pillows, “Let me hear you. Give me your fucking moans, Maya.”

Nails scratching, and muscles tightening I cry out, a complete whimpering mess as his cock pumps into my body, his own groans growing louder.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” He moans, “That’s it baby, fucking sing for me.”

The pleasure building up inside of me was almost too much, at the edge where it turns into pain, “I can’t,” I gasp, “Torin.”

“Yes, you can,” He says, sliding a hand under me to lift my hips for him, “You feel this? This is us baby, this is me in your body, worshipping you like you damn well deserve. You can take it.”

I was soaked, literally dripping and this tension building was only getting tighter and tighter, it felt like I was about to burst.

“That’s it sweetheart, I can feel you clamping around my cock, let it go. Relax baby, feel me.”

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