Page 36 of Straight to Me

I can’t help but touch his half naked body as he climbs on top of me, his weight and warmth consuming me. My hands glide across his hard back, reaching for his jeans again, my need to have more of him taking over.

He pulls back, stopping me in my tracks. “Put your hands above your head.” His low, dominant voice all but makes me orgasm without a single touch. My breathing quickens as heat flushes my cheeks.

I do as I’m told.

I’m stretched out, already feeling exposed, when my knickers are slid down my legs. I watch his eyes sweep over every inch of my body. He’s seeing me, bared before him properly for the first time. Suddenly self-conscious, I turn my face into my arm.

I can feel his eyes still on me as he places his hands at my knees. My heart starts racing in my chest when he spreads my legs open, the slow pace at which he moves driving me wild. My skin burns and I bite my bottom lip between my teeth.

I can feel how wet I am; how much my body wants to be touched by him.

I close my eyes as I lay naked at his mercy.

He kneels on the floor. “Fuck, Mads," he says with a gravely voice, before blowing a slow, drawn-out breath up, between my legs. The pleasure that burns within me, stirs like nothing I’ve ever felt before. "I've waited a long time to know what you taste like."

My body trembles with excitement at his words.

He slides two fingers through my wetness, gently pushing inside me. My back arches and I drag my eyes open to look at him. The sight of him biting his bottom lip catches in my throat. A groan of pleasure shows how wanting I am. I start panting like I’ve just run a race.

This will be over before it’s even started.

Forwards and backwards his fingers move as they slide in and out of my pussy. He blows another breath making me spread my legs wider. Using his free hand, he slides it over my body, squeezing one of my breasts hard. Then he withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his warm, damp tongue which glides straight up the middle, stopping on my clit. My back arches higher and a warm layer of tingles covers me all over.

VP starts sucking and licking the sensitive area. I bite my lip, unable to lay still and unashamedly grind my hips in time with his movements. He quickens his tongue and I let out little whimpers as his fingers plunge deep inside me.

Crying out a loud moan, I find his hair, pulling his head deeper between my parted legs. He clutches my hips, my bum, anywhere he can get his hands on me as my orgasm rushes to the surface.

I tighten my thighs around his face and with another lick, I’m sent over the edge, my body jittering and jerking as he rides me through the climax.

With my eyes closed and my body humming from my orgasm, I hear his belt come undone. Then the fly of his jeans goes down, followed by the sound of them hitting the floor.

His body swamps me from above suddenly.

Managing to prise my eyes open, I find him looking at me hungrily with cheeks flushed as he places the tip of his cock against my entrance. I bite my bottom lip again as he slowly glides forwards.

Our eyes stay locked as the familiar feeling of fullness makes my muscles tense around him and I open my mouth. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper ruggedly, relaxing my thighs underneath his still body. My arms move around his neck. Looking at him makes me feel safe even though my mind still thinks this whole situation is crazy. It’s only my second day up north, but we found each other.

As if thinking the same thing he gives me a passionate kiss, and he pulls back slowly, withdrawing his cock all the way to the tip. As he gently pushes forwards again, he doesn’t stop until I’ve taken all of him. I gasp, gripping his back, my nails scratching at his skin.

He moans pulling back again, then his hips thrust harder with purpose. Everything is still so sensitive; my legs are starting to shake from the over stimulation. “You ready to come for me again?” he whispers against my ear, pulling my lobe through his teeth.

My toes curl at his words but the sensation between my leg’s too much.“I can’t go again,” I moan.

A brief silence passes between us.

“You will,” he simply says, kissing my neck, my chin lifting higher to give him more room. “I need to hear that sweet noise one more time.”

Oh lord help me.

He lifts my legs to wrap around his back and my hips tilt to meet him. Without moving, the pressure of him inside me immediately intensifies. He looks down my body, tracing his eyes over every curve before he looks at my face. He steals my breath when he then kisses me hard, cupping my jaw with his hand. And because I’ve waited so long, I’m suddenly desperate for him once more.

Our tongues dance together hungrily and I pull him closer with my feet against his bum, urging him to move. I twist my fingers through his hair and he moans when I gently tighten my grip.

He likes that.

He pulls back and slams himself into me, deep. I cry out, but my hands stay in his hair as he starts a relentless rhythm. It’s quick. Precise. And the heat in my body rushes to the surface. The familiar warm tingles start prickling my skin. How he does this is incredible. His tongue’s working fast circles as his hips grind against me, my frantic hands now searching and clawing his back.

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