𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 |𝟏𝟖+ (#𝟏)

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙾𝙽𝙴 |*

21
ALESSANDRO VITALE
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We made it downstairs, much to my chagrin. I couldn't keep my hands free from her. Every little thing she did or said drew me in like a hook and line on a fishing rod.

Three hours. We only got three hours of sleep before she woke up with my hand sketching patterns on the flesh of her outer thigh, tracing one of the two minor tattoos that graced her skin. A dove with her mother's birth and death dates inked into the skin below her left breast above her rib cage, as well as a friendship tattoo between her and Jade - intertwined snakes from tail to neck with open mouth fangs visible on her left thigh.

I should've been sleeping but instead we were wide awake like owls in the night. Relaxed.

The room was dark since the blackout curtains were closed, but the lone light of the left bedside lamp illuminated as much as it could, casting shadows across our skin. I wasn't surprised I was awake; after all, I intended to go one more round before she used her safeword and passed out. For the hundredth time since I woke up, I observed as she stretched her tangled limbs arching her back, cracking of joints echoing the room, her nipples aimed at my lips, urging me to suck them.

Her strong thighs supported the whole weight of her hips and the full weight of her ass, that called out my name like a tormented ghost. I was tempted to take a bite. I would take a bite.  They led to the treasure between them that sank its talons into the depths of my consciousness, always feeding my excitement with an addicting aroma and slippery center that called for my mouth. My hands would touch her before my mind caught up, and I'd find myself between her thighs, enjoying a meal I was more than satisfied with. Her hands would cradle my head, tugging and pressing on the fine strands. I was hungry. I wasn't going to let go.

Then I thrust deep within her, the whimpers fueling our motions. In sync. We spoke no words. Throughout everything, our gaze was linked. I'd bite and pinch at the sore flesh from last night, but she didn't seem to mind; her grunts and moans hint that the small agony brought her further to her undoing. She was mine in every moment. I was all hers.

"Ride it."

I'd never been one to let go of anything. My hands fall from her waist and clasp behind my head, almost as if I were resting on the beach, while she raises her head to look me in the eyes. She stroked her hands down my chest, flat on my stomach, before taking her seat straight up, feeling me penetrate deeper than before. So fucking warm and wet. "Are you getting your wish?" she questions. I don't respond.

I try to focus on her merely sitting straight as every inch I push inside sends another jolt that threatens to paralyze my body. The fit around me is snug, forceful, and complete, satisfying a want I had no idea I had until now. When she's totally sheathed on me, we both say some vivid phrases, gaze into each other's eyes, and share a silent grin.

Her legs wobble slightly before she pushes herself up and falls, a small moan ringing over the room. "Shit." My thighs immediately caught fire, refusing to push higher till she was at ease. Her nails were drawing blood from the skin of my stomach, but I didn't care, and judging by the lustful look in her eyes as she rode me to the finish line, she wouldn't either. "You're too big," she grumbles, raising her hips and slipping back into place.

"You're too tight," I hissed. Amber grinds back and forth gently so as not to hurt me while I groan over the dampness that has tainted my skin as a result of the wetness between her thighs. My hands soon rest beneath her ass before I begin nudging her up and down, softly at first, then quickly gravitating to a rhythm that brings us both pleasure. "Oh my God, baby, that's it," she gasped, moving in time with my firm upward thrusts. "Fuck."