Page 20 of Time Bomb
She is going to be one tasty little morsel.
Shoving the silk into my pocket, I kiss the cute dimple above her ass cheeks before moving on to partake of her fevered flesh.
“Tor,” she gasps, one hand slipping behind to hold onto my hair as I rub my face across her pale skin, my scruff leaving chafe marks that make me want to pound my chest like an animal claiming his mate.
Turning her back around, I place a hand on her hip to encourage her to sit on the bed. Her eyes flash with nerves until I lean forward and drop a kiss on the inside of each knee.
“You and me, Philly, this is only the beginning, yeah?” Her sharp inhale, followed by a nod, makes me grin.
Spreading her thighs wide open, I expose her to me, but I keep her gaze locked on mine as I nuzzle up her trembling legs. Her skin quivers with each kiss I leave. The closer I get to her center, the more her scent invades my senses until all I can concentrate on is her heated desire. Without preamble, I give a long, slow lick up her sweet-smelling cunt, groaning when her hands dive into my hair, and she cries out her delight.
“Let it all out.” I gentle the strokes of my tongue as I reach around to secure her in place with one hand while the other cups one of her heaving tits. I twist and pluck at her nipple as I feast on her pussy, and her body grows taut, tensing and readying to explode.
Clutching her succulent clit between my teeth, I flick it repeatedly with my tongue until she’s screaming my name and flooding my mouth with her release. I swallow her down and kiss her cunt as aftershocks roll through her languid body.
“Still with me, Philly?” Getting to my feet, I shed my clothes in quick fashion as she smiles at me, her eyes devouring me.
“Yes,” she answers on a moan as I flick her clit with my tongue one last time, relishing the inhibited way she shivers and opens even wider for me. “Please, Torque, I need you.” Not a chance in hell I’d ever deny her.
Kissing up her body, I take in the way her heart pounds as I suck one round mound into my mouth, then notch my cock at her entrance, hefting one leg over my arm and holding her hip so she doesn’t move. Pushing forward, she’s so fucking tight. So. Damn. Tight. I nearly lose my vision as she lifts up to meet me. Digging in, I slide forward until I’m fully seated. Her slick lips wrapped around my dick like it’s a present for me to unravel.
“Fuck me, Philly. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Running my hand up and down her thigh, I want to fucking worship her.
“Tor, stop teasing.” Her growled demand makes me grin from ear to ear. When her pussy tightens, I groan.
Dropping down on my heels, I hoist her leg over my shoulder, going deeper, and we both mewl with the new angle. “Holy fuck,” I hiss. “Such a good girl for me.” I’ve never experienced euphoria like this. Ophelia is fucking everything to me.
Her hips rock up into me, and I answer her siren’s body by pulling back and thrusting in desperately. With smooth strokes, I ride her hard and deep, kissing along her throat and laving along her jaw. Her nails dig into my back, a keening lodged in her throat as I hit her clit with the root of my dick on every stroke.
Licking down her body, I capture one stiffened nipple in my mouth. Tonguing the hard bud, I suckle on her, eliciting an answering tug in her pussy. She arches into me, moaning as I piston my hips in and out, claiming this perfect specimen beneath me as my own.
I know I’ll never feel again the way I do with her. Ophelia is everything I had no idea I was looking for, and how we respond to each other in the throes of passion only proves it to me. We were made for each other.
Pushing the backs of her thighs towards her, I lean back slightly, ruthlessly pounding away. Her body is warm and welcoming, taking everything I give her and begging for more.
“Torque,” she cries, her fists filled with the sheets as she tries desperately to hold onto anything. Her eyes appear glassy, pleading for another release.
Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, and her eyes roll back in her head, mouth open on a silent scream as her body locks down on me.
“Come for me, Philly. Give me everything you’ve got.” I thrust deeper, harder, and when I pinch her clit, she skyrockets into oblivion. Her body bucks, sucking me farther in, and I’m hard-pressed to block my own release.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” I growl as my body explodes. I come so hard and long that I can’t see straight.
My dick kicks with each rope of cum releasing into her body, and for a flash of a second, I worry about my seed planting, then I realize that’s what I want. With Ophelia, I want fucking everything.
Collapsing on top of her, I roll us to the side. My hand brushes up and down her waist as she cuddles in tight, her head on my chest as her body continues to twitch in the aftershocks of her pleasure.
“That was…” She seems lost for words.
“Yeah.” I get it. I am, too.
“You didn’t use…”
“Yeah.” I can’t regret it. I won’t.
Her head lifts so her chin rests on my chest. “I’m not on anything.” She chews on her lip, nervousness crowding her soft eyes.
“Me either.” I say it to lighten the mood.