by Lexie Ray
He rubbed at her clit with his nose as he bent down to taste her center again. A ripple of smug satisfaction flowed through him when he felt Marissa’s hands shoot down to grasp at his head. She couldn’t believe that just moments before they were arguing. She really need him now, and hoped more than anything that he was being sincere.
He slowly eased his tongue into her opening, moaning and humming against her as he drank at her juices. She saw his hardness pulsating against his stomach, and noticed him reach down and begin to rub himself while he feasted on her, devouring every drop of wetness that seemed to stream from within.
Marissa couldn’t tell how much she was flowing, though. He was half her wetness in that moment. And that realization strangely caused her to whimper as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. She forced his head against her roughly, and neither could take it anymore.
The liquor of their lust and sex was quite the enchanting drink; nay, it was poison. Their poison. She was dazed but couldn't help herself. She pulled him to her lips and kissed him deeply, tasting herself in his lips. She liked the idea of branding him with her taste; he was hers.
She jumped up from the chair she had been sitting in, pulling him with her, and led the way to the couch. She pulled him to her, kissing him deeply until their bodies collapsed in unison onto the plumpness of the sofa. She moved so that her body was on top of his. Her hands roamed across the skin of his chest; she relished in feeling how warm he was, and feeling his heart beat strongly. She began to tear up again, and her lips trailed to his chest to replace her hands.
As her lips tasted his flesh, her blonde flowing hair brushed against his body, sending shivers down his spine. Her chin pressed against the head of his cock while she kissed and caressed his lower abs. He groaned loudly. "Something wrong?" she asked with a very sexy voice.
"No, definitely not," he said within a sensual moan.
She lightly nipped at the tip so that he could feel her mouth’s warmth. She grinned as he bucked against her.
"You don't have to-" he gasped. She felt touched in that moment. Maybe he wanted it to be about her after all. But right now, she just wanted to feel him – every bit of him, and in every way. She knew he wanted it by the way he had bucked his hips forward, and she smiled slightly at his generosity – her lips actually aching through the sadness she still possessed.
"Are you denying me your taste? Don't you want me to taste you?" she whispered back, and only a moment later he lifted his hips, his cock pressing against her pursed lips. She kissed the tip lightly and brushed it against her cheeks, showing it absolute affection.
In a jolting surprise attack, she grabbed it hard and suddenly by the base, pressing down against the vein which traveled across his entire length, making it pulsate under her grip. She remembered when they first started dating so many years ago. She was embarrassed for him to see her play with his cock. She laughed at the distant memory before rubbing her nose on his rock-hard member. She wasn’t embarrassed anymore. “You smell so good,” she moaned.
He looked down at her and licked his lips, groaning aloud. She moistened her much thicker, feminine lips in return, and opened her mouth. She slowly pulled his length in, and suckled lightly while massaging his balls gently. She was flabbergasted at her ability to smile through the aching pains in her heart, but she did. He had always had that effect on her. “I’ll be back,” she spoke softly, making sure her whispers danced across the tip.
She moved her body off of him and made her way into the kitchen. Once she reached the threshold dividing the two rooms, she glanced over her shoulder. He had sat up, confusion fixed on his face. She had an idea, and by God, she was going to do it.
She made her way to the refrigerator and outstretched a cupped hand to catch falling ice cubes. This was going to be good.
She came back, kneeled before him, and popped an ice cube into her mouth, swishing it around. She had an even better idea. She grabbed the cube from her mouth and licked her lips slowly, tongue jutting out farther than necessary and lingering there.
She began sensually drawing on the muscle with the ice, circling its dripping coldness as she went. He looked at her, eyes wide, amazed. She giggled when she put it back into her mouth and held it between her teeth, partially because of the aroused expression on every inch of his body, and partially because she knew what she was going to do next.
She leaned over him, and engulfed him fully, licking and tasting every bit of him. The heat radiating from his pulsing cock began to melt the ice on her tongue. She began squeezing his balls again with the pressure she knew he craved. She could tell that too many new sensations were happening at once, and he could no longer focus on the moment.
"Oh fuck! That’s – AH!" His eyes didn’t seem like they could stay open any longer; she knew he was close, so close. She knew he was aching to contract and release his tension with a squirting load of cum, and she wanted him to – but not yet. Not until she could feel him inside of her.
She had every intention of sucking the tip of his cock hard one last time before easing off and letting him pound into her. But as she began to taste the pre-cum in her mouth – so warm and pleasant – she craved more. She involved her tongue and slurped at him with her juicy lips; she wanted all of it. Her tongue swirled around his length, and when she felt his body tighten suddenly, ready for its release – she stopped. Just in time.
She found her body moving on instinct before she straddled him and leaned into his ear, pressing her exposed breasts against his chest. “You taste so damn good,” she whispered. She felt him throb against her clit, the chill of the ice still present on his flesh.
Enjoying the sensation, she bucked against his hardness shamelessly. She wanted to feel the electricity of the cold friction on her clit, and she couldn’t prevent the moans that she elicited while practically using him as a sex toy, stimulating herself with her movements.
"Fuck, Marissa! Stop that!" he voiced, his body growing tense again, ready to cum. She wondered though, if he had caught on that she was using him to stimulate herself, too. "Can't..." she moaned. She really couldn't stop it; her body wouldn't allow her to. His cock's tip was sliding back and forth under her clit and pressing it in, and creating the best friction of her life. Way better than she could ever hope to create for herself during masturbation.
"You have to." His eyes were shut, and he was biting his bottom lip, groaning louder each time his rod almost slid into her dripping center. "Fuck, I need it," she pleaded, causing his eyes to shoot open quickly. Something about the desperation in her voice seemed to excite him even further, and she felt him throb against her again. "But, you’re about to come!" he protested.
"So are you," she whispered evilly as her head threw itself back instinctually.
Her movements became frantic, and they were both losing control. He sucked hard on her nipples as he gripped her hips roughly, pressing them down to increase the friction. As he moved her hips closer to him, wildly and uncontrollably eager for release, his cock slipped into her entrance – completely by accident.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
"Fuck, Preston, don't stop!" she screamed. "I'm so close."
She knew that she didn't have to say it; she knew that he knew. Her chest heaved with intensity as her breaths were short and heavy. Her mouth was agape and eyes were scrunched. She knew he had to have known. Her pulsating walls were begging him to go deeper.
She pressed herself down onto him as he pushed up, the length gouging her as deeply as she wanted, as deeply as she craved. Their talking ceased to exist, and all there was were their bodies, living for themselves, wanting each other, needing each other.
She buried her teeth into his neck as her nails cut into the skin on his back, both surely leaving marks. But suddenly, he pushed her body up, preventing his length to get even so much as two inches in. She groaned in annoyance and he stood up, still holding her in his arms, but pulled out of her completely.
He grinned when she looked at
him, her chest still heaving, and her hair tossed messily into her face. “What are you doing?” she asked, her lust and annoyance fusing together to create a reaction she was sure he had never heard before. She wrapped her legs around him cruelly, hoping that he would get the hint and continue.
His knees were betraying him, and he pushed her roughly against the wall. It was as if opposing forces just formed together when her back met the wall; it was cold and she was hot, and her back burned with the touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly, and pulled his body closer to hers.
His hands caressed her neck in return, and then her breasts, before gripping at her hips and pushing her center into his hardness. She knew the position was difficult, but there was no way that he could miss the target. She was swollen, wet and hot for him. She practically enveloped him like a black hole when he so much as neared her entrance again.
"I'm not going to last long," he gasped.
"Me either."
His rod slid deeper within her, and they groaned in unison. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, she gripped at his hair. She gasped and shivered as she experienced an overload of her senses. Her mouth reached his ear and moaned into it before taking his lobe in her mouth, nipping at it lightly. He sighed pleasantly and pulled her hips from the wall so that he could angle them better and gripped her harder than necessary, but she screamed in a heated frenzy.
"Fuck!" they both gasped, their bodies tensing. He pulled out slowly only to slam back into with speed, roughly vibrating her very core. He gripped at her roughly, and she exhaled with similar roughness, trying to delay her soon overwhelming climax.
With a groan, he fully entered her again – filling her completely. Marissa’s walls contracted around him, and with a smile she tightened herself around him even more, squeezing his cock with everything she had. Those Kegels had definitely paid off.
"Oh God!" he gasped, his breath catching comically in his throat. "Fuck! Did you do that?"
"What?" She took a moment to catch her breath before she did the exercise again. "This?" she asked sweetly, before squeezing his member one more time.
"Oh my God; yes, that. Fucking that,” he replied, in one swift breath as he exhaled sharply.
She chuckled as she felt goose bumps arise on his back, but she too shivered when his hot breath danced over the flesh of her neck. "Don't stop," she whispered – desperate once again – in his ear. "Don't you stop, either," he gasped with equal desperation as he began thrusting into her, finally starting to follow some sort of rhythmic pace.
With each pounding thrust she squeezed his pulsating cock with all her might. She was almost there. He sped up the pace, forcing her to continue her Kegel expertise nonstop. It not only benefited him, but her as well. It caused an immaculate friction against her walls, and he had even rubbed that oh so sensual g-spot several times as her walls closed in around him. “Oh, God, feel so good,” he gasped, his thrusts becoming even harder and frenetic. “I won’t last long, babe.”
She gripped his hair in a pleasure-fit, nearly ripping it from his head as she came closer and closer to her climax. Every muscle of her pussy was clamping down on him from inside, and that meant even more friction to drive her over the edge with wild desire.
The rest of her body began to follow suit, clenching with greatness. First it was her abdomen, then everything else, all at once. Everything. It was all burning from pain and pleasure, igniting a fire deep within her belly. It was then that a gigantic wave of muscle spasms held her body prisoner and she lost control. She slipped over the edge and fell with a soaring feat. She allowed herself to feel it, feel it all.
"I'm cumming, Preston!" she called out – quite loudly and viciously – making sure to scream his name as she did.
"Oh fuck!" He too had climaxed with an empowering lunge.
She wasn’t sure what was taking possession over her at the moment, but before she knew it consciously, her subconscious desire had already begun to speak. "Ready for the second round?” she asked, breathless, but oh so ready to feel his love once again.
"Wow, really?” She could tell that he couldn't believe it. They had once been in a drought and had over the course of two months fallen victim to their desires on several occasions, and now – here she was – body and soul, needing him, but also wanting him again and again.
"I want it, unless you can’t perform, that is..." she whispered, teasing him as she bit his earlobe.
"That’s not funny!" he yelled, still holding her up against the wall, but she didn’t notice a single ounce of strain in his muscles. It was as if she was a feather to him, which she knew could not be true. She wasn’t stick thin, after all.
With all that she could muster, she gave him the naughtiest smile he thought he had ever seen, and she grabbed his neck and said seriously, “You’re my sex slave tonight.”
She saw him mouth a single “fuck,” but other than that – he was stunned. He was still, completely incapable of anything. At least, he was until she mewed seductively, just to coax him out of his shell. His hands were so big that he could touch her folds with the tips of his fingers while holding her up by her thighs. And he did; oh, he did. He touched her so calmly, lovingly – but the dirtiness of the moment overwhelmed her and she groaned into him, sinking her head in the crook of his neck.
She pierced his shoulder with her teeth as he caressed her already wet entrance. Seething in pain, he pinned her harder to the wall. She could tell that he was incredibly turned on. He loved when she bit him. She felt encouraged. She felt wanted.
She kissed his jaw, his neck, his chest, and nipped at each and every one of them as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. She could feel him giving into her kisses, each peck making him groan louder. When she had reached his chest, he pulled her away from the wall with fire in his eyes, and threw her onto the floor below so that he could top her.
“You know, you were watching me in the shower that time... how about we take one together?” he gritted out as he lavishly began to lay kisses over her chest. He didn’t even wait for her to agree; surely her heated look was enough. He grabbed her up again roughly, only to – quite contradictorily – cradle her lovingly in his arms.
Marissa acknowledged his constant battle between his dominant and loving natures. It was part of what first attracted her to him. She didn't notice that he had already made it to the on-suite; she was too busy reveling in all that he was, and all that she loved about him.
She felt him set her down, and when her gaze finally met her surroundings, found herself in the shower – hot water beginning to fall upon them. The soothing stream embraced them, and she sighed. She really did need a shower – and a hot one at that. She didn’t realize just moments before, though, how truly hot her next shower would be.
The heated droplets danced perfectly over her skin – oh, yes – but the man with the body of athletic perfection also caused heat to build. It was scorching in the shower that night; she felt the water – she felt him – she felt the moment. She felt it all.
He took the sprayer and ran the heated water over her hair, her shoulders, her arms, and down the rest of her. She watched him with great lustful intent as he watched a single stream run down her collarbone to her breasts. He bit his lip, and before she knew it, he had enveloped her nipples between his lips, drinking the waterfall that dripped from their tips. She gasped at the sensation as well as the view as she peered down and saw his mouth agape – drinking from her body.
She caressed his back, smoothing his skin, allowing the water to rush over him as she reached his gorgeously thick blonde hair. Grasping a handful of blonde strands, she pulled him up from her breasts with force, and kissed him. Hard. As soon as her lips met his, she felt the currents take control once again, and they were mere drones of lust again, obeying its every command.
Still with a handful of hair in her grasp, she pulled him harder against her mouth. Her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, it attacked his. He moan
ed into her; she smiled, realizing she was gaining control of the situation fast.
Marissa turned him so his back was facing her; her skilled hands knew exactly what he liked. She massaged his shoulders and laterals tenderly and bit at the blades of his shoulders. The perfect combination of tender and dominating: that’s what Preston liked. Pain and Love. Love and Pain.
She hugged him from behind, her erect nipples pressing against him, and slightly scratched his chest. The water beckoned her to keep exploring and moving along with it in its directional pursuit downwards – until she reached his cock and gave it a slight but firm squeeze.
Let the games begin.
She gently pushed him to the wall of the shower, his back still facing her. Her kisses trailed down his spine, competing against the shower’s stream. Leaning down, she finally reached his lower back and bit down harshly before kneeling. He tried to turn to her, but she held him in place – this was her game. Not his.
Man. She loved his firm little ass. She felt lecherous thinking about it, almost manly in a way. Were women supposed to look upon men’s asses this way? But, God, she did. It was perfectly rounded and plump for a man of his stature; she groaned.
Unable to control herself, she sank her teeth into his flesh; it was just as she had imagined – firm under her bite, and delicious. He yelped in response, but not in the way that she would have first anticipated – he actually seemed to enjoy it. She grinned wildly and kissed the area of flesh where his ass met his thighs. Her kisses continued to trail farther down, nipping as she went.
She couldn’t understand how nibbling his skin, massaging his muscles, and biting at his flesh could cause such a disturbingly strong arousal. All she knew, though, was that it had, and she couldn’t control her need any longer. Her pussy was pulsating and dripping with desire. She needed him to fuck her – now!
Preston’s signature intuition pulled out from the heavens, and he turned around to face her, his cock inches from her face. As much as she wanted to engulf the hardness, deep throat it until he shot his steamy liquids into the back of her throat – she wouldn’t. Not now. She needed him in another hole – her dripping pink center. She stood, and as if the world was ending, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His cock had poked her stomach, and he had entrapped her lips into an adoring kiss.