Page 60 of Wicked Player
His kiss intensifies, and I get lost in it. He bites my bottom lip, and his hands travel over my ass. They’re no longer soft and slow. They’re aggressive as they draw me in against his hard-on. As much as I love his kiss, I need more.
I moan as his mouth travels and explores me. I want to be free of my dress and stockings and panties. I want to be naked in his arms. I feverishly toy with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to undo them. He helps me along, as eager as I am. When we finally get his shirt off, I practically rip his white undershirt off.
My mouth lands on the tattoo on his chest, an eagle. I feast on him, his smooth salty skin. I inhale the scent of him, all the while working his fly. When I finally succeed, I reach in and stroke his erection, hot and ready for me.
“Fuck, Clara,” he breathes, and slides his hand under my ass. He hikes me up, and I wrap my legs tightly around his hips. He carries me to the bed, and the second I hit the mattress, he’s on top of me. He roughly flips me over onto my tummy, and hikes up my dress. “Fuck these garters,” he breathes. “So fucking hot.” He’s not wasting any more time. He rolls me back around and yanks my slip right off. “Just lie back, baby,” he says softly and I obey without hesitation. I’ve never wanted this so badly. He can’t completely peel off my panties because of the garters, but it doesn’t slow him down. He bites my thigh, and his hot mouth lands on my bare pussy, and I go wild for it. He moans as he feasts on me. “You taste so good.”
My face is buried in his soft pillow. It smells of lavender. “It feels… so amazing… don’t… stop.”
He goes harder at me, and I press myself against his hungry mouth. I don’t think about the consequences. We’re not being safe, but I just don’t care. That’s how far gone I am. I writhe, wanting to reach that climax so badly. He slows down then, much to my dismay. His fingers dance along my garter, and he undoes the clips easily, as skillfully as he plays the piano. The man has been to this rodeo before. He leisurely peels off my stockings, one by one, excruciatingly slowly. He enjoys teasing me, that much is clear.
Once he’s gotten my stockings off, he slides a hand under my ass and flips me over again. “I want you completely bare for me,” he breathes.
God, I want that too.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it up. He bites the back of my neck, and I melt into the bed. He slides down the zip of my dress slowly and kisses my back softly. Butterflies whirl around in my stomach, and I long for this moment to last forever. There is nothing but him and I, nothing but this moment.
I turn back to face him, and he slides my dress up my body. I lift my arms for him like a small girl getting undressed before bedtime. I’m left with nothing on, but my black lace push-up bra.
“You’re perfect.” He reaches back for the clasp of my bra. He will discover very real, very small breasts, eager for his touch.
When the brassiere falls to the bed, his mouth finds its way exactly where I want it. He swirls his hot tongue around my nipple, teasing. My breath hitches when he bites it softly. It goes straight to my sex. He’s killing me and he knows it.
I reach for his pants, and jerk them down in a single swift move. His smile is playful when he reaches into his pocket and throws a condom on the bed. He’s still grinning playfully when he slides his pants down and gets out of them. He’s left standing in front of me like Adonis, almost naked, beautifully perfect and clearly very eager to please me.
I pull him onto me, and I slide my hand over the bulge of his hard-on, delighting in the smooth silky feel of his boxers. Every sensation is intensified, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s intoxicating or if it’s the drugs. But I’ve never felt so intensely, never craved so much in my life. I’ve been with three men in my life, and none of them have left me wanting like this, aching, writhing for their touch.
He moans when I finally release his hard-on from his boxers, and revel in its warmth. He slides down my body, breaking my hold. He twirls his warm tongue along the curves of my body, exploring me fully. He slides a finger along the folds of my pussy, teasing once more. “Fuck, you are so ready.”
He lifts his head up to me, and kisses me on the lips. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He reaches for the condom, and I study him intently and eagerly as he swiftly releases it from its package and peels it on skillfully with the finesse of a magician.
I draw him in closer, and he glides easily inside me. It feels like absolute heaven. There’s no better way to describe the feel of a beautiful man I crave inside of me, after so many years of abstinence. I’ve reached the oasis.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pushes into me hard. He doesn’t go slow. I wrap my legs tightly around him as he pounds into me. I moan loudly with every thrust, not able to contain myself. My mind goes in and out of consciousness as my body completely melts into the pleasure, slowly climbing. He bites my shoulder hard as he pushes harder into me.
“So close,” I breathe. “I’m so close.” I want him to wait for me. I don’t want to be left hanging.
He fucks me harder. “I want to hear you, baby. I’m not stopping until I hear you.”
The four poster bed bangs hard against the wall. I’m there. Almost. So, so close…
I finally let myself fall into the pleasure as my orgasm spreads through my body, over and over again. I cry out as the waves of pleasure take over my whole being, from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.
I’m amazed by this seemingly never-ending orgasm, the longest I’ve ever had. He pounds into me so hard it hurts. A guttural groan finally escapes him, and I know he’s reached his own peak.
Finally, the pleasure recedes as we slow down. My body clings to his, not wanting to let go. My pussy is sore, sensitive as Colton eases to a stop. He kisses my forehead, and holds my head against his. He doesn’t pull from me. We’re still one as we catch our breath. “Someone had a very good time,” he teases.
I laugh, still loopy. The bedroom ceiling is beautiful, the same dark wood found throughout the rest of the house. “Yeah… that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” I confess. I’m not embarrassed to admit it because it’s true.
“That makes me so happy,” he says. “All I wanted was to pleasure you, make you forget everything else.”
“Well, you certainly succeeded, Sir. You get an A+”
He laughs. “Well, I can’t take all the credit, I’m afraid. In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you that that candy you had is magic. It’s a hybrid, a strain proven to make sex unbelievable.”
“Oh, you are such a wizard. That’s how you please your women, isn’t it? You give them a magic potion, and then seduce them. I know your game, Mister.”
He laughs as he slowly pulls from me, and turns his back to me. “And then they become addicted, and beg for more.”
