He laid my body on the edge of the bed, his hips still between my thighs. I looked up at him, my back straight and my chest against his waist. The door made a loud thud as it made impact with the frame.
It was dark in my bedroom except for a few beams of light from a street lamp amp coming though my curtain. I could only make out the silhouette of his body hovering above mine. My eyes followed the contour of his jawline, down to the lump in his neck. He swallowed hard and I watched it jump. His arms went down to the edge of my shirt and he began to lift it up my body. He let his fingertips graze my stomach and side as he lifted, then my arms and forearms as it was completely removed from my body. I let my arms fall. Back to my sides feeling my hair brush against the naked skin.
His right hand slipped behind my back, his fingers reaching the clips of my bra.
"You normally wear this when you're getting ready for bed or is it just cause I'm here?" I saw his jawline straighten in the dim light and imagined the tight grin that was probably on his face in that moment.
I opened my mouth to answer. The fingers of his other hand slid up my jaw as his thumb slid down my top to my bottom lip. It lingered there for a moment. "Don't. I already know the answer."
His thumb slid into my mouth catching me off guard. The palm of his hand pressed firmly against my chin and he held my face tightly.
My lips closed around his thumb as my tongue flattened to get his fingerprint. "That's a good girl." he growled.
He released the clasp or my bra and it fell down my arms landing in my lap. I looked down at my chest standing out in front of me then back up at him. He used his free hand to remove his shirt pulling it over his head by the back of his collar. His finger fell out of my mouth. I missed the stimuli and the taste of his skin against my tongue.
When his shirt was completely off I reached my hand out to touch his chest. Starting at his pecks I slid my fingers down the middle. His body was warm and firm. I reached for the belt of his pants. His hand locked around my wrist holding me still. I looked up attempting to meet his gaze. "Not yet."
I couldn't see his eyes but I felt them study me, the entire weight of his gaze on my bare torso. My wrist was still in his grip when he stroked my face with his finger tips. His hand reached out for my face as his other grabbed my waist bringing my lips up to meet his. I closed my eyes letting my body just feel his skin against mine and the flood of energy going into me.
Before my mind could react, he pulled away from me. I felt my body move and once I was able to catch up my ass was against his pelvis and my body was facing the bed. His hand found it's way back to my neck bringing me closer to him. I let myself breath into the feeling, relaxing into his body. My head fell into the crook of his neck.
There was a wet sensation at the corner of my ear. It turned into the feeling of his teeth and tongue grazing the rim of my ear and wrapping around my ear lobe. He trailed kisses down my neck until his mouth found the base. His teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh while his tough followed the line of the sure to be bruise.
The hand that was lingering on my hip went up to massage my free breast. He squeezed holding my nipple in between his middle and index finger. The feeling of his index finger reaching out to twirl around my erect nipple sent electricity through my body and I felt more blood rush to my clit. Every brush of it increased the desperate feeling in my body for more.
After a few moments of this torture I felt his hand slid down my torso giving my nipples a break. I release a sigh only to lurch back when his hand slipped into my pants, under my panties and to my now extremely sensitive clit. He brushed past the button, dipping into the fluid he solely created. I knew my panties were soaked at this pointed and was momentarily thankful he didn't even bother with them at this point. His index and middle finger worked their way into me cruelly slow. One pump. Two pumps. Three pumps. He dragged his fingers out of me slowly. The slid the now damp digits up my slit to make contact with my clit.
I couldn't hold back the groan as he played with my clit gentle yet with definite purpose. It was short lived though as he removed his hand from my clothing, simultaneously yanking the material down my legs. I felt the material gather at my ankles.
"Step out of them." he commanded in my ear. I obliged, my body having no will power to deny his request of me.
Freeing myself from the material, I felt his hand against the back of my neck again as I felt him thrust me towards the bed. My chest fell against my comforter, my head laying to the side. I breathed out with shock. His hand went under my torso pulling m up to my knees, my hands flying under myself to keep balanced.
I heard his body adjust, his hands reaching for my thighs. I was pulled closer toward the end of the bed and then I felt his tongue against my slit. It slipped into the opening, parting my lips, then snaking forward towards my clit. His tongue went back and forth following the path driving me crazy. His fingers dug into my skin pulling me directly against his face and his tongue finally flattened against my button. It twirled against the sensitive bud. He gently flicked his tongue back and forth over it. I felt his tongue reach completely out of his mouth stroking back down the complete length of my slit.
My knees lost contact with the bed as he lifted my lower half up, still lapping up the pool of fluids. My hands collapsed under me and my head pressed into the bed. He moaned into my pussy as I moaned into my blankets. He plunged his tongue into my sex, curling into me, then letting it venture back out to my clit and back.
"Aaagh," my fingers dug into my bed. I couldn't take it. I needed him to fill me. I needed him inside of me. "Fuck me Nate, " I moaned out.
He pulled his face away from my sex. "Louder," he went back to licking between my lips.
"Fuck," I screamed out, the speed and intensity increasing. "Fuck me Nate!"
