Unveiled (Torn #6)(34)
Aching for the feel of his cock, I didn’t let my preoccupied lower section of my body distract me from claiming his hardness by brashly lowering the zipper of his pants without bothering for the top button because I was too desperate to get a hold of his length. Once the zippered was lowered, my greedy hand went into the small opening, cupping and gripping his balls before rubbing his shaft and balls the best as I could. He was hissing out Greek words while I sought for the tiny crack of an opening that will let through his marvelous monster of a size. The moment I freed it, I let my eyes admire its beauty while my pu**y fervently throbbed at the mere sight of it. The things that this cock could do to me went beyond words. I trebled upon imagining how it’d be when it slides into my hot channel, spreading—stretching me to the hilt—demanding that I milk it until its last glorious creamy drop.
“Lindsey—I won’t last if you keep stroking me this way,” he openly complained, seeming as if he was holding on to his last thread of control.
“Then so it shall.” Guiding his hot silky cock towards my opening, we both watched in fascination as I slowly stroked him while I rotated my hips, hitting my clit with the bulbous head of his penis, both groaning in unison at the superb sensation rubbing both parts together.
Gazing at him through my lashes, he seemed entranced by the display of our sexes, as if he hadn’t seen it before and was experiencing it for the very first time. “f*uk—your tiny pu**y looks like it can’t handle my dick. Bloody Hell woman you’re drenched.” He observed just as I lodged the mushroom head upon the opening of my pu**y, mildly pushing my body against his phallus before slowly f*uking it gradually, inch by inch, until my pu**y had completely engulfed it whole.
The man was lost on the sight of my cunt taking pleasure on his member, while I busied myself riding him until I came. White cream appeared on his dick as I slid up and down, evidence of my orgasm. I came numerous times, happily using him before I demanded he sucked my nipples. Obliging, he did as I ask before I took a serious turn to please finish him off this time. He was far too pleasured seeing me take advantage of his dick but as much as I wanted to punish him, I wasn’t that kind of selfish that would begrudge him of completion. “Baby I’m too exhausted to move…do you mind if you take hold of my ass and come that way?”
“Hell, I thought you’d never ask,” he harshly stated before flipping me onto my back, legs on either side of his head while he was on his knees, angling my body in a forty-degree angle as he deeply pounded into my pu**y. “I’m going to come all over this beautiful cunt of yours, yineka mou and you’re going to enjoy every drop of it.”
He was felt too much all at once that I was panting and breathless, as he showed me what he just promised to deliver. And when he did come, I felt every pump of his seed burying into my womb and when I thought it was all over, I almost released a sigh of relief when I felt him pull out but only finding him moving towards my face with his cock angrily poking in the air, aiming towards my mouth.
“Lick everything off love. I want you to my nut mixed with yours.”
His cock still looked intimidating and without ado, I partially opened my lips, softly sucking off the intoxicating concoction of our juices before I licked every inch of its goodness off clean. It tasted a tad tangy and yet it was rather sweet. It was odd and yet it wasn’t revolting either. “Is this good enough for you, Dimi?” Looking up to him, I felt brazen when I saw more passion igniting in those beautiful depths.
“For now…it’s good enough. But I won’t be satisfied until you come in my mouth. Maybe when you feel frivolous, you can reward me then. But until such a time happens, I’ll remain at your service.” He gave me certain look that made my stomach somersault. “Come,” he whispered before bestowing me a kiss on the tip of my nose before granting another on my lips. “Let me give you a bath so that you can sleep right afterwards. Knowing you, I’m sure you’re ready to sleep the night away.”
How spot on, I thought nicely as I made a small yawn. “You always know what to do when I’m a little out of it.” I sighed when I felt his strong arms lift my body as if it was made of thin air before he taking me towards the bathroom. Once we were inside, he gently set me aside in one of the loveseat cushion. With tired weary eyes, I watched him working about, running the water and checking the temperature a few minutes or so. He then poured some lavender scented oils, bath salts before grabbing a large fluffy towel to be closely placed to the small settee chair right next to the bath tub. Quickly glancing at me, he made a small grin before seeing him take four rose scented candles in the nearby cabinet, placing one on each end before lighting them one at a time. And the second it was done, he diverted his attention back to me, lifting me again before carefully placing me the semi-hot water. Never had I felt more love than this moment, and even though my heart was fluttering like as if I was a teenager again, I couldn’t help but yawn again this time, my eyes could barely be held open because the water and the aromatherapy was working its magic on me and I was the helpless person against its pulling power.
“Let me just wash you up then I can take you to bed,” he murmured against my ear before I felt him gently wash my back, working slowly to wash my body.
I wasn’t aware how long the bath took because I was going in and out of consciousness. But I did know that the moment my head hit the plush softness of the goose feathered down pillow, he whispered the same Latin vows into my ear before holding me to sleep.