Page 49 of Bourbon Truths
This was what a little breath of heaven must feel like. Right here, watching the woman of your dreams crumble to pieces from the touch of your tongue. I was in a fucking dream.
From under my lashes, I stared at her stomach muscles contracting with each swipe of my tongue. Her mouth gasped for air with each inhale of her heady scent, and her control slowly slipped. I showed no mercy.
“I’m going to come, Kace,” she announced just as I pressed two fingers inside of her. She arched off the bed as a shrill cry escaped her. “Yes! Fuck, fuck! Yes, more, please more.”
Her hips undulated against my tongue, taking her orgasm to a new level. I allowed her to ride me just the way she wanted and watched in fascination while she dissolved into a puddle of content pleasure under me.
My cock painfully throbbed between my legs, begging to enter her, to take what it wanted. I itched to feel what it was like to be inside her again. I wanted to be sheathed by her warmth, to get lost in her body, so I reached down to my jeans while she recovered and grabbed a condom from my wallet.
Quickly sheathing myself, I hovered back over her and waited for her to open her eyes. The moment her pools of meadow green stared at me, my heart swelled and I smiled. There was something different about Lyla, something that made me think for only a moment that maybe, just maybe, she would understand my drunken sin.
She cupped my cheek. The unspoken emotion we were both feeling settled in the pit of my stomach just as she spread her legs open for me and pressed her hand deeper into my cheek, urging me to move forward.
My eyes instantly closed from the warmth pouring from her.
“Take me, Kace. Take me to a place far away from here. Make us forget the past and the present.” Her voice was soft, encouraging.
Taking a deep breath, I lowered my mouth down to hers and passionately kissed her while my arms fell to the sides of her head, framing her in my heat. My hips settled between her legs, and the tip of my needy cock rubbed against her slick core. Her hips moved against mine, allowing my cock to play with her entrance, but that’s all I allowed while I fucked her mouth with my tongue.
I was greedy, I was selfish, I took everything I wanted, not letting her have a say in any of it, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she matched every stroke of my tongue, every thrust of my hips, and every tightening of my body.
She was just as greedy as me if not more. It was a battle of wills. Who was going to crack first? Who was going to give in and start begging for more?
My cock pounded with need, with yearning, and even though I wanted the upper hand, I wanted her to beg just one more time. I didn’t think I could take the wait any longer, so I grabbed her hands and pulled away.
Linking our hands together again, I brought them above her and lowered my forehead to hers. Looking into her eyes, I pressed my hips forward and felt my cock slowly slide inside her tight canal. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breath hitched.
Kissing her forehead, I said, “Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
Immediately her eyes flew open, and my fucking gut twisted in my stomach from the loving kindness radiating off of her. Her eyes glistened, and the strong walls I’d erected around my soul started to fade.
Instead of focusing on her eyes that were tearing me apart, I tried to bring my attention down to our most intimate connection. I focused on the feel of her tight pussy, the way her hips moved with mine, and the building of pressure inside my cock with each stroke.
I’d had sex with Lyla before. We’d fucked but never shared an intimate moment like this before. We’d never looked into each other’s eyes, trying to understand one another. This was different from fucking. This was making love, and why I was letting it happen, I would never understand.
Maybe I was a masochist. I enjoyed inflicting pain on myself, well-deserved pain. Maybe I knew that after tonight nothing could transpire between us, so I’d gone all in. I gave her everything I had, knowing in return my heart was going to be ripped out of my chest when I left.
But what about Lyla? Could I really do that to her?
“Kace, yes, harder.” Lyla writhed under me, seeking more from me, and even though I knew I was going to destroy both of us when we were done, I couldn’t fucking stop. I wanted to give her everything she wanted, so I did.
With brutal force, I slammed into her and then pressed my lips against hers. Her fingers gripped mine tightly, showing me how forceful I was being, how much pleasure I was able to deliver.
The weight in my cock was undeniable. I was on the precipice of orgasm, waiting, prolonging the inevitable, wishing she would come with me, needing her to come with me.
I was about to release my hand from hers to push against her clit when her chest arched up into mine and she gasped.
Like a fucking vice, her pussy clenched around me and an indescribable sound departed from her enticing lips. She rocketed against me, screaming my name as tears fell from her eyes.
That was all it took. I felt from the rumble of my stomach to the base of my cock the explosion of my pleasure inside of her.
“Fuck…!” I roared as I pounded into her until she milked me dry.
I slowed my hips down as my cock continued to throb inside her. Her breathing evened out, and that’s when I realized I’d buried my head in her shoulder. Slowly, I picked my head up and smiled at her.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” she said as her erect nipples teased my chest.
“I can say the same about you, baby.”
