Burned by Passion(43)
“Fuck,” he’d rasped, head thrown back as he’d shuddered slightly. Loving that she had that power to make him shake, Kira couldn’t wait to see how far she could push him to the edge. Never taking her eyes off his face, she bent to lick his cock, all around and underneath; tiny kitten-like laps that steadily turned him all shiny and wet with her saliva. He beaded with pre-cum at the tip and she hungrily licked that too, moaning to have this incredible taste of him on her tongue. He watched her lick her lips sensuously and his cock sprang even longer and thicker within her fists. She’d smiled with deep feminine triumph.
“More, Blake?” she’d teased, her eyes dancing. She felt like such a temptress then.
His eyes were now black slits of arousal, each muscle on his smooth, tanned body standing out in high definition. She got wetter and wetter by the moment, knowing his lust grew just as phenomenally.
“Yes. Damn it, Kira. Yes. Don’t stop,” he’d said hoarsely, and it was all the encouragement she needed.
Every caged desire was unleashed that night. Kira discovered the ultimate power it gave her to pleasure Blake with her mouth; to circle the mushroom head of his cock with her mouth as she stroked his tight balls with her free hand. To stretch her lips around his girth and suck hard on his pulsating staff. It was the most intimate of acts and Kira reveled in the joy it gave her to bring him to the brink again and again.
She quickly learned how to give him the utmost enjoyment not just with her lips and tongue, but with her throat. Opening up and letting him thrust and thrust until she went almost lightheaded from the exhilarating sensation of his thick cock hitting the back of her throat.
When she’d least expected it, he’d let out a long, deep growl and pulled out of her now aching lips. “Enough, my love. Or I’ll be filling that pretty little mouth with my cum.”
Kira had laughed, thinking how good it had felt when he’d lapped up every drop of her juices that had flowed from her * when she’d climaxed earlier. She wanted nothing more than the taste of his sperm filling her mouth. He promised her that they’d save that for a later date; right now he wanted his cock taking its rightful place inside her.
Kira gasped with shocked desire as he’d deftly tugged her up over him so that she straddled his hips. Face to face, her on top. Blake, his hands strong on her hips, holding her, guiding her as she glided over him with his cock so far up her sheathe it seemed to jar her kidneys.
Lips parted to let more air into her oxygen starved brain, Kira balanced her hands on his delicious torso and stared down at Blake. She almost couldn’t believe this was really, truly real. Blake, hers. All hers; his gorgeous body and perfect cock accessible to fulfill her every passionate desire.
He was so handsome; grey eyes twinkling up at her and his strong, manly features shadowed with his burning need for her. He looked like a perfect hunk cut right out of a Ralph Lauren ad, every inch of him molded as if by a loving sculptor’s hands. How she could’ve possibly denied herself the pleasure of having him all this time made Kira realize she might seriously need her head examined.
He smiled wolfishly, as if reading her mind. Her * settled over his groin. Just beneath the orbs of her ass she could feel his cock, eagerly throbbing for admittance.
“Every inch of you is incredible,” she heard Blake say, his gaze fastened on her naked frame displayed before him as she slightly ground on his lower torso.
Kira shivered with pleasure at the stark reverence in every word as his eyes traced over her breasts, her swollen belly, her * and her thighs, hitched on either side of him. Eyes glowing, Kira shifted to reach behind her to grasp his cock which she stroked closer to her aching center. “I could say the same about every inch of you,” she purred, squeezing tightly on his engorged shaft for emphasis. He groaned, straining into her hand. She teased her labia with the head of his cock, gasping as her wetness grew more copious from the friction of hot hard flesh against her soft, giving tissue.
She couldn’t believe it. Now he was her husband, and he owned her heart. Maybe one day, she would be able to tell him how much he’d come to mean to her.
Moments later, driven by the need for her twitching sheathe to be filled, Kira lifted into position, aiming Blake’s cock at the entrance of her slippery *. She stared down at their bodies and there was that same magic thrill from the contrasts they made; not just in the way they looked but how they felt together. Blake had been right, as always. They couldn’t script that; couldn’t make this magnificent feeling up. Their being together came naturally for them and that first time had happened because it had been destined. Kira knew that now. It made perfect sense that if she ever had to lose control, it would be with someone like Blake. Because if she fell, he would catch her and he’d never let her go.
She loved the give and take, the meeting of souls when their bodies finally linked like two pieces of a puzzle. Kira slowly lowered herself on his cock, knowing Blake was watching at the same time she was, heard his sharp intake of breath as her dusky * lips slid down to enclose him until she had him buried totally inside her. Blake cursed raggedly, straining back into the pillows as his fingers dug harder into her waist. Kira tensed at the sensation of fullness and it seemed like it was the first time; so tightly she held him inside her. For a few moments it was unthinkable to move. She only wanted to savor the sensation of him pulsating deep inside her channel. And then with a deep growl, Blake began to thrust into her.