Then he was pulling back, and pulling his shirt over his head, I scraped my nails down his muscled chest, loving the way it tightened the tiniest bit under my hand. I sat up a little and he pulled my shirt over my head too, to reveal a bright pink satin bra, pushing my already large E's up a substantial amount, but that didn't last long before he was unclasping it, kissing my shoulder before pulling it away from my body. He sat back on his haunches as he always does to appreciate my heavy breasts.
This gave me time to pop the button on his jeans, revealing dark curls. My man loves going commando, and I can't say that it's ever been a bad thing. I pressed a kiss to his skin just above and then dipped my hand down to cup him without the fabric to stop me. He moaned and arched up into my already small hand, now dwarfed by his huge 10 inch member. I always loved having him in my hands, any part of him, but this heavy weight currently in my palm was always the best at sending tingles down my spine. And I couldn't suppress my shiver as he lifted my chin and kissed me, lying us down with my hand still shoved down his open jeans.
I loved most when we were like this, just like hormonal teens, with fumbling hands and questing glances. Nipping teeth and lips bruising from overuse.
Most of all I loved that even in all of the passion, my free hand still found the tattoo over his heart, the one he got for me, the way his hand finds the one I got for him. I love the way he still kisses it like he's awed. I'm his and he is mine. Everyone else avert your hungry eyes.
We stayed like that, rutting against each other, until I squeezed just this side of rough and he growled in the back of his throat, finally overcome with desire. He stilled my hand and pulled back to take his jeans off, then he began on mine. Sliding them down my hips and then over the curve of my backside, down my thick, shapely legs until they were just a crumpled heap on the floor with his.
He took his time teasing me. Massaging my ankles and calves, laughing when he tickled the crook behind my knee. When he got close enough I tried to wrap my legs around him and hurry him up, but he was having none of it, just going about at his own pace, content with making me crazy.
Right thigh, left thigh, higher and higher and then he skipped right over where I needed him the most and started with my stomach, and hips, up over my ribs to my breasts, which he also skipped in favour of claiming my mouth. I wasn't even aware that his hand had wandered back down my body until I felt him slide a finger right inside.
I arched my back obscenely and moaned into his mouth, and his hand followed me where ever my body decided to move. He was relentless, rubbing at my gspot then pulling out to tease my clit before he slid right back again. He was reducing me to a quivering mess beneath him and I had no choice but to let him do it. I loved him doing it.
I felt his lips quirk into a grin against my jaw as he massaged that amazing spot inside of me, leaving me with nothing to do but let all of the sounds fly out of my mouth. He would bring me to the edge and then stop, resting his hand on my thigh while I came down, then he would start all over again, sweet torture. Each time between tenses becoming less and less until finally I grabbed his hair, hard, and pulled him to my mouth, kissing him with everything I had while my legs tried to pull him in. Just when I thought he would never give me what I wanted, his hand was gone and I felt him slide right inside me.
We moaned in unison at the intrusion that always felt best at the very beginning I thought. He rested a fair bit of his weight on me, kissing my lips softly and my jaw and neck while I got accustomed to his length and girth.
And when he began to move against me, I damn near saw stars.
I wrapped my legs around his slim hips and held on for dear life with each time he pulled out, leaving only the tip, before sliding back in to the hilt with a torturously slow, powerful stroke.
He angled his hips until he was pressing insistently at my gspot, and I'm sure my eyes rolled into my head when I heard his husky voice over my moans. "Can you feel that baby? Can you feel all of me?"
I loved it when he became all alpha male, driven wild with lust.
I could manage nothing more than a nod and a choked moan when he insisted. Then he began to move again, hitting that spot on every stroke, he lifted himself onto his arms just a little, and I could see those magnificent muscles bunching under hazelnut skin.
"More, baby, please more." That was all I could manage between breathy sighs. But it got the message across. Pressing his mouth to mine, I knew what was coming, he loved to feel my sounds of pleasure on his lips when he increased his strength and speed. And it did, every time without fail. A symphony of sounds came out from my lips and straight into his skin and when I felt his grin I couldn't help that litany of praise and adoration that followed, almost indecipherable. But I knew he didn't mind,
I could feel myself getting closer as we moved together, more and more until I couldn't feel anything but him and I, like we were all that existed together right then and there. And then he slid his hand down between us, to rub me where we were joined, and well, that was all it took.
I threw my head back and screamed, side to side, then I pulled him down to me so I could bury my face in the crook of his neck while I let the rest of the sound out and he joined me in my bliss, letting out a shout while he rode it out and we finished pretty much at the exact same time.
I tried to collapse to the bed but somewhere in the midst of the passion he had slid an arm under my shoulders, and I was barely touching the bed anymore. He lowered me back and I pulled him with me, arms still around his shoulders, face still buried in his neck, panting harshly against each other. He still held himself just above me, but I pulled him down to rest on his elbows, relieving his strained muscles.
I cradled his body with mine, legs still locked at the small of his back, hands not willing to release his hair, him, still buried deep inside of me. He sighed one last big sigh and gathered me up in his arms as he rolled us until I was fully on top of him, head resting just under his jaw as we came down a little more.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, turning my chin up to face him so he could kiss me deeply before we both settled like that. A pile of limbs in the centre of a bed big enough for 10. He would overheat soon, my body temperature always a little high, skin always sleep warm, but he never moved away only hugged me tighter.
He sighed, contentedly. "So you like the house then baby?"
I sniffled and burrowed into his chest, still feeling cheeky. "Are you kidding? We still have like 17 more rooms to test."
His rumbling laughter was the last thing I heard before I drifted off, safe and sound in his arms.
