Page 59 of Forgetting the Enemy
Michael, please.
Grabbing hold of my hips, his hands are strong and determined, and he continues to take ownership of my mouth. I want to see him. I want to touch him. I need to feel him. I need him inside me. His lips leave mine and work their way back down my body, kissing and nipping at my flesh. When he gets to my pelvic bone, he backs away from me and gets off the bed.
No! Not again!I silently scream. He’s not going to do this again.
Before I can protest, I feel the bed dip, and seconds later he’s on top of me, straddling me.Oh God, he’s naked!I feel his heavy cock resting on my thigh as he leans forward and takes my breast in his mouth again. This time, he sucks hard. He continues while my back arches into him. He laps at my nipple and pauses and then takes a small bite. I moan as a jolt of pleasure tears through me and begs him for more.
He removes the nighty covering my eyes, and I blink until I can focus on him. He is sitting back on his calves, regarding me with a mischievous smirk, and I see him in all his glory, straddling my body. He’s beautiful. My eyes travel the length of him. His dark wavy hair, usually combed to perfection, is tousled. His defined abdomen is that of a Greek god with a perfectly cut “V,” and the happy trail of dark hair leading to his rather large cock is about the sexiest thing I have ever seen. His cock is big and hard, and I can see the precum glistening on the tip.
While I watch him, he grasps hold of it and begins to stroke himself. The sight of him touching and stroking himself is my undoing.
“Michael,” I beg. I can’t get any other words out because the sight before me leaves me speechless. I’m finding it hard to believe that this beautiful, powerful man is pleasuring himself for me, but he is, and it’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
“Tell me what you want, Zaira,” he says, his hand never leaving his cock, nor does he stop stroking.
“I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” he says. “You need to be more specific, my love.”
Well, just remember, baby, you asked for it. “I want that big beautiful cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight, and then I want you to come inside me.”
The look on his face is priceless, but the teasing is done. He situates himself above me. He takes the head of his cock and rubs it against my clit. Jolts of pleasure radiate through my body, and my greedy pussy makes my hips buck toward him to push him inside.
Without another word, he does. He remains still for a minute, giving my body a chance to adjust to his size. When I squirm, he begins to move, pulling out and slowly pushing back in.Holy fuck, he feels good.He continues with this slow assault of my body over and over, and pleasure pulsates through me.
When he finds an agonizing rhythm, he moves my legs so that they are straight up, each leg resting on his respective shoulder. He continues to thrust into me, but now he’s going in hard and fast and pulling out frustratingly slow. He does this again and again, taking me hard and making me feel every inch of his length when he slowly pulls out, only to thrust in hard again. I’m not sure what is louder, our breathing or my moans of pleasure.
He drives into me with purpose and as if his last breath depends on getting me off. He is so attuned to my needs. I can’t believe this beautiful man is going to be my husband and that I will have this attentiveness for the rest of my life. It’s a good thing he’s it for me, because no man could ever measure up to Michael.
And with these thoughts, I explode. The pleasure I feel is mind-blowing as my pussy pulsates around him, begging for more. I cry out, arching my back as he finds his release and I can feel it inside me. My insides are convulsing around him, greedily milking him for everything. I could stay like this forever, but forever is irrelevant because before I can have another thought, he’s gone. I’m cold, alone, and bereft.Wait, no!
Before I have a chance to say anything, Michael is kneeling between my legs, and his tongue assaults my pussy.Oh God, it’s too much!
“Michael, please.”
“Just relax, baby. I got you,” he says.
“But it’s too much,” I say, pleading.
“Hush, baby, just relax.” He continues to lick and suck, and as my body begins to relax and relish in the pleasure, he slides his finger inside me, pumping as he licks and sucks my clit. I look down at him, and the sight of his head between my legs is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I moan and run my hand through his hair as my orgasm rocks me to the core. He continues to pump and suck, and I feel as if I am going to lose my mind. I have never felt so much pleasure.
As my orgasm subsides, he gives me no reprieve because he’s inside me again, his dick thrusting deep. His lips find mine, and he kisses me hard and bruising. I taste myself on him, and it’s sexy and erotic. I can’t get enough of him.
He pulls back and grins. “You like tasting yourself on me, don’t you?”
I know it’s naughty and utterly sinful, but I answer with the only answer that comes to mind. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.
He kisses me again. He’s panting as he thrusts into me, hard and determined. This time is different. He’s not so much about taking his time or torturing me with pleasure. This time he is desperate, showing no mercy as he pushes himself to release. This time, it’s not about pleasuring me. This time, it’s all for him. I feel his body tense when he makes one final thrust and then he pulls out of me and begins to stroke himself and comes all over my belly.Holy fuck.
Kneeling over me, he continues to stroke his cock, ensuring every drop is expelled from him. This beautiful man, this sexual master who fine-tunes my body like a well-played symphony, mesmerizes me. I am in awe of him.
After he cleans me up, he gets into bed next to me and pulls me close. Lying in his arms, I feel his breathing begin to subside, and the last thing I remember is a peace falling over me as I fall asleep in the arms of the man I love.
