Be a Doll(59)

His hand flattened low on my stomach and his fingers pressed just above my pussy. I licked his lower lip and tasted myself on him before his teeth nipped at my lip. His hand traveled upward until it reached my breasts. He pressed his palms on one and caught my gasp in his mouth, hovering over me now.

His chest pressed against my side. One of his legs covered mine as he started rubbing my nipple and only stopped when it stretched taught and goosebumps covered my cleavage again. He broke the kiss when I started to move, circling my arms around him to tug him on top of me, when my hips started to move in silent demand for more of him. Our eyes found each other immediately and at that very moment we didn’t need to talk with words. We both understood what we both wanted.

It only took a look.

A few kisses.

Lip between my teeth, I watched him reach for a condom in the nightstand on his side of the bed before he came back on top of me, his hard cock pressing against the small of my belly, rubbing my clit lightly with his thick base. I breathed louder.

He transferred his weight on one arm next to my head and with the other he put the condom packet to his mouth and tore it open. Not once did his eyes leave mine. Not once.

He was big and unyielding on top of me, but when I watched him put the condom on his thick cock, tugging on it once and saw the muscles in his arm and chest work, I craved all of his weight on me, all of his tall and big body dominating me until I disappeared under him, in him.

I hooked my legs around his waist when he bent down, getting closer to me and he grabbed one of my thighs with his free hand, bending my leg up, so high my ankle could rest on his shoulder. I was spread open and at the mercy of his dark, burning stare fixed on my aching core.

His cheeks flushed more and then I felt it.

I tensed when the tip of his cock pressed where I wanted it.

“Shh,’’ he whispered and rubbed his thumb on my thigh. He pushed his hips closer into mine. The tip of his cock spread me open, pushing into me just a breath before he stopped. His eyes were watching down where we were united before he fixed on me. His eyebrows bunched over his dark, wild eyes as his mouth stayed open to let out his scattered breathing. “Relax, Lila.’’

I took a deep breath and put a hand on the bicep of his arm next to my head and gripped the pillow under my head with the other. I pushed up my hips. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to feel Mathis’ cock entering more. I clenched around him and moaned.

“Yes,’’ he said above me, voice choked. “You feel like perfection.’’

His hand tightened around my thigh and I knew what was coming. His hips snapped into me and he thrust into me hard, taking me without restraint.

I moaned louder, but my sounds were drowned out by Mathis as he growled my name in a litany, punctuating his thrusts, hard, fast, deep. He filled me with his cock and completed me with his sounds of pleasure. I had forgotten how sexy a man sounded when he was fucking, and with Mathis things were all the more intense.

I dug my heels into his hard ass, pushing him into me harder because I couldn’t get enough of him. My nails scratched his skin on his hard biceps next to my head, but I couldn’t release my grip on him. I was too far gone.

My world was the mounting pleasure inside me, the tingles all over my skin, the way the fine hairs on his chest felt against my smooth skin, the way his hard chest pressed against my heaving breasts and hard nipples, the way his balls hit me with the strength of his thrusts, the sounds our bodies made when they met, the smell of his sweat. My world was this man taking me with everything he was, a desperation for pleasure I tasted on my tongue when it met his in a bruising kiss as we moaned in each others’ mouths. Our teeth clashed, our lips swelled, and I clenched harder and harder around his thick cock.

“Come on, Lila. Give me more. More!’’

At the rough sound of his voice I ran my hands down his sweaty back, enjoying the play of his muscles there moving under his skin. I threw my head farther into the pillow and tightened my legs on either side of him until the muscles there protested, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, just like I couldn’t control my impending orgasm or the way my hips moved in rhythm of Mathis’ thrusts.

“Mathis,’’ I moaned his name. He groaned and sped up his thrusts at hearing his name in my mouth. “I’m almost there. Just… Ah… Please.’’

His eyes, dark and so intense I had to close my eyes, burned into me. “You want to… come?’’ he asked between pants, not once stopping his thrusts, his stimulation of my g spot.

“Yes,’’ I replied loudly, probably louder than what it called for, but I didn’t care. “Oh, God.’’

“Say my name again. Now.’’

“Mathis. Mathis.’’ I felt it coming. Shivers made me tremble and my thighs shook as my hips bucked wildly against him. He growled then when I clenched around his cock. “Mathis!’’

My back arched up and all of my muscles tensed and I shook. I moved up on the bed with Mathis’ hard thrusts as he started coming with me, my name leaving his lips in an animalistic growl. My head bumped into the bedpost but I barely felt it. All I felt was the way I clenched repeatedly around Mathis’ cock and the way he froze above me on a pained growl as he emptied into the condom and fell on me right when the fire inside me receded to leave behind tiny embers lighting me up.

He didn’t put all of his weight on me, he kept some on his forearms on either side of my head, but the way his chest pressed into me, the way his legs entwined with mine as he was still between my thighs was very welcomed. It prolonged the pleasure a little before I would be sent back to the present and away from that moment.