“You’ve come on my tongue here before. You’ve begged for my mouth. I’ve touched your sweet body all the other times I’ve been here. You’ve screamed my name in pleasure.” The desire that flashed in her eyes stoked the blaze inside of him. He was consumed with the need to touch his woman. He was obsessed with her pleasure. “Now let my fantasy become reality.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, threading a hand in her hair as her eyes went glassy with lust.
“Sit down on the steps now,” he told her and she did as instructed, perching her sweet, sexy ass on the middle stair.
“Now grip the railings with your hands,” he told her and she reached for the slats, grasping them. “And spread your legs for me.”
“Only for you. Always for you,” she said, as she let one knee fall to the side, hitting the railing gently. Desire swamped his system at the sight of her bare pussy, glistening and wet. He had to have her now. She let her other knee fall open, and there she was, arms and legs spread, body revealed, with nothing to do but hold on to the railing as she gave herself to him.
Lust pounded incessantly in his bloodstream, his pulse speeding up with the full realization that she wanted him in exactly the same way, which was every way, and that she needed him with the same kind of wild intensity.
“All I’m thinking about now are the thousands of ways that I intend to have filthy, wild, hot, dirty, beautiful sex with you,” he said, his voice raw and hungry as he dropped to his knees, latched his palms on her thighs, and spread her open for him.
Her slick pink flesh beckoned to him, and he desperately needed to bury his face in her heat. To feel the slippery wetness from her on his jaw. To be coated in her desire. “It’s been too long,” he muttered. “So please forgive me if I’m too loud.”
She knit her eyebrows together momentarily. “Too loud?”
“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” he said as he dived in, groaning instantly as he licked a delicious line along her slippery, wet opening. She cried out. He kissed her clit, then swept his tongue back down, and was rewarded with a primal moan. A rumble escaped his lips as he flicked his tongue across her engorged clit. Soon, her sounds of pleasure mingled with his groans as he feasted, and she offered all of herself.
“Oh God, your mouth. I want more of it. More of you. Please,” she said, practically begging, as she delivered on his fantasies.
They were both loud and hungry, a carnal duet of two people deeply in lust and love with each other.
She tasted divine, like sin and sex and the woman he craved ceaselessly. He pushed his hands harder against her thighs, opening her wider, further, wanting her abandon. His dick throbbed painfully against his pants with every thrust of her hips, with every cry that sounded from her lips. He could barely take it. The intensity of his own want for her racked his body, electrifying his blood. He looked up at her, and he very nearly stopped to flip her over, put her on her hands and knees and take her, like a crazed man in desperate need of his woman. Because as hot as she’d been every other time, every other night, right now she’d crossed some kind of line of eroticism.
She was phenomenally passionate.
Her head was thrown back, her neck stretched long and inviting, and her hair spilled in curls over the stairs. Her lips were parted, her mouth forming a perfect O. Her arms were extended, taut and firm, almost as if she’d been tied to the railing by her own restraints—her hands that savagely gripped the wood posts, as she rocked her pussy into his face. He kissed and sucked and licked, giving her everything he had, devouring her mouthwatering taste as her cries echoed in the tropical night. Then, because he needed to feel more of her, he slid three fingers inside her tight heat, and kissed her hard, groaning in pleasure along with her.
“Nate,” she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. “I’m going to come on your face.”
Her scream seemed to rip from her throat. That scream was his name as she came hard on his lips, flooding his tongue with the taste of her release.
Soon, she relinquished her hold on the posts, her body turning limp like a rag doll. He shed his pants, then grabbed a long cushion from the deck furniture, tossed it on the hard wood, so her back wouldn’t hurt, and then returned to the steps to scoop up his beautiful woman. He carried her to the cushion, loving the utter contentment in her expression, and the rosy color in her cheeks.
“Was it as good as in your dirty dreams?” she asked, a woozy look on her face, as her lips curved up.
“Hell no,” he said, shaking his head, as he positioned her on the soft red material.
She shot him a curious look.
“My dirty dreams can’t even hold a candle to the real thing. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known, and I’ve never wanted anyone so much,” he said, settling on his knees between her legs. “Now, get those ankles up on my shoulders so I can fuck the woman I love.”
She shivered, her shoulders curling in as she propped her feet on him, giving him another insanely hot view of her body that he treasured. “Is this how you want me?”
“Yes,” he said, as he gripped his cock and rubbed the head against her wet center. His muscles tightened as desire thundered through him. “Raise your ass.”
She lifted her rear, giving him a better angle. He gripped her ankles and then he sank into her. All the breath fled his chest from that first dizzying rush of filling her. He stilled his moves, imprinting this moment in his mind—the moonlight dancing across her skin, the sweet vulnerability in her blue eyes, the warm air that wrapped around them. And then the pleasure, the absolute endless pleasure that charged through his cells as he thrust.
One deep thrust after another.
Watching her.
Savoring each unsteady breath from her lips.
Thrilling at her hands grabbing onto his thighs.
Loving every second of their connection.
He swiveled his hips, and drove deeper, holding tight to her legs. She arched higher, seeking him out. Her lush body was greedy, eager for contact. Keeping a firm grip on one ankle high up in the air, he let go of the other, dropping his hand between her legs.
She cried out as he rubbed his thumb across her clit.
“God, I love making you feel good,” he rasped out as he sank into her again.
“You are pretty fucking awesome at it,” she moaned, her eyes going dreamy as her breath came faster, and she purred his name. She was close, nearing the cliff once more, so he gave her what she always wanted. More, harder, faster. Driving into her, white-hot sparks ripped through his body. His vision went blurry, and the world slipped away as the pressure in his balls shot sky-high. His spine ignited. His hand curled tighter around her ankle, and he stroked her faster, urging her on until she shuddered once, twice, three times as another climax swept through her. At last, he was free to succumb to the orgasm that tore across his body, lighting up all his muscles and bones, pulling him under into a place he only went with her.