But it wasn't enough. I needed more. And he knew that. He had a way of reading me so well. He pulled his fingers out of me, moving them up to my lips.
I eagerly took them in my mouth, licking them clean.
He stood up and I almost wept from the loss of contact, but as soon as I saw his hands go for the button and zipper on his pants, my anticipation just rose.
He pulled his pants off, and I saw his arousal hard and bulging in his underwear.
He walked over to the head of the bed, and I reached over, pulling his underwear off his hips, his cock bouncing to life in my face. I smirked and looked up at him, taking him in my hand, pumping it slowly up and down before leaning my face up to lick the head of his throbbing dick. He growled, grabbing the back of my head. I smiled, swirling my tongue around, then opening my mouth to take him inside. He groaned as I sucked hard, still using my hand. I continued to do this, his hand gripping the back of my head as I did so until he was trembling.
"Stop." he said quietly, his breath labored.
I pulled him out of my mouth, still holding him in my hand. I looked up at him. and he moaned quietly. "God your eyes kill me...."
I smiled slightly. He moved away, climbing onto the bed. He sat on his knees below my feet. I had my knees drawn up with my feet on the bed. "Sit up." he said.
I did as he said, shrugging my hoodie all the way off.
"'Mere." he said to me. I smiled and crawled over to him. He sat down on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. He kissed me, his hands running up into my hair. He found the hair bow holding my ponytail up, pulling it loose, letting my hair cascade down my bare back. He kissed me, running his hands through my messy hair. As he kissed me, his hand traveled down again to stroke my overly sensitive pussy. I gasped as his finger brushed over my clit again. He could feel how wet I was. He knew how badly I wanted him. How badly I needed him. "Lean up, baby.." he whispered in my ear, sending chills through my body again.
My hips rose and he took his cock in his hand, rubbing it against my moisture. I whimpered, gripping his shoulders hard. Finally, I felt the tip of him at my entrance and I moaned, lowering myself down onto him slowly. He groaned quietly as I took him inside me.
He began to move his hips slightly, barely moving inside of me, but enough to make my breath come quicker and my body shake. I moved my hips as well, matching his pace.
Everything was quiet in the room except for the sounds of us. Our actions, our breath, our moans. The sound of my juices as he slid in and out of me. He began to pick up speed and so did I. I was whimpering and my breath was coming in gasps. I had my fingers tangled in his hair, scratching lightly on his scalp. His hands were on my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. I moved my hands to his back, scratching him harder and he growled, starting to thrust into me harder and faster, making my breasts bounce and my breath catch. I moaned his name, telling him to fuck me harder.
This made him lose his mind. He flipped us over. Me on my back and him on top of me. He grabbed my legs, bending them at the knees, raising them up. This brought him even deeper into me and I cried out, arching my back. He pounded in and out of me. Making me produce incoherent sounds and words. He didn't relent either. He continued to thrust inside me as fast and hard as he could, almost bringing me to tears because it felt so good. The bounce of the bed helped propell his movements. I could feel that I was close and I was pretty sure he was too going by the intense look on his face and the sweat that covered both our bodies.
Suddenly he slowed down and pulled out of me completely. I cried out and looked at him with a begging look in my eyes. He smiled at me, leaning down, lowering my legs. He kissed me deeply, our breath tangling together. He guided himself inside me once again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hands when straight for his back. I moved my hips with his once again, speeding up gradually, building up that pressure again. His breath in my ear sent more chills and tingles through my body. I kissed his neck, scratched his back, licked his ear. All in the passion of the moment. Everything was building up rapidly. It was like we weren't even on Earth anymore. Like nothing but what we were doing made sense. Nothing else mattered except for the feel of his skin against mine. the feel of him inside me.
He rammed inside me over and over again. I was moaning his name, moaning things that didn't even make sense. I could hear his groans, his breath, his growls. We were both so near the edge...
Everything consumed us both until we were both moaning as loud as we could as we both came at the same time. My hips rising up for the few final thrusts to catch all he had to give. My breath was coming so fast, my hair was plastered to my skin from the sweat, my face was red, and I couldn't see straight. All the pleasure coursing through my veins made me feel like I was floating, and his sounds indicated he felt the same way.
Finally we started to come back down to Earth again, he laid there with me, stroking my cheek. I smiled and kissed him.
"See? Romance isn't always so out of reach." he whispered in my ear. "And your scars are beautiful..."
