Having Fayth

Tender dominance

Fayth

He met my kiss with a tender dominance I wasn't prepared for. Showing me, he could take control at any moment if he chose to but letting me set the pace. His tongue didn't fight mine, it was his match, paramour. Led into a dance that he eagerly followed.

My nails scratched the back of his head and neck when he rolled his hard, covered, length into the valley of my thighs and I exhaled at the pleasurable warmth that his actions brought. "Axel," I moaned when his hand slipped beneath my t-shirt.

His fingertips brushed against my nipple hardening it into a point. He gave a small "hmm?" in response before he pulled the shirt over my breast and licked my under bust, flicking the tip of his tongue against my blushed bud.

I tugged at his shirt begging for more contact. He quickly read what I was after and allowed me to strip the offensive material from his body. My vision is gifted with the sight of the artwork masterfully embedded in his skin and a pleasant shiver ran down my body. His lips were back on mine with a hunger.

My hands skimmed over the front of his pants groping his mass through his shorts and rubbing the back against my quivering heat.

Maybe it's the stress. Maybe it's the heartbreak. Maybe it's some deranged, twisted version of Stockholm syndrome... or maybe... just maybe, it's the way he whispers to the devil on my shoulder and plays sweetly with the angel. Whatever it is, I don't care. I want him like the candy bar you swear you won't eat while on a diet.

His lips break free as he rests his forehead on mine. We share one breath. His air is mine and he's breathing me in as if he feels the same. His eyes study my every move steady on my own, soaking me in. The way his eyes shine in the dark becomes my light as he finds the hem of my shorts and slides his hand down my lower belly. He caresses my folds in a slow, steady motion giving me just enough sensation to leave me moaning and panting for more into his mouth. He kisses me like he's savoring my taste and the groan that he releases is cause enough to make me spread my legs more.

Slipping two fingers inside me, he pulls them in, massaging my g-spot while his palm rubs my clit. Sparks lit my body. He played my pussy like a master of the instrument.

"More" I groaned at his slow manipulation of my sweet spot. He chuckled into my mouth before biting my bottom lip. "Greedy girl, if you want me to make you cum, I'm going to need a taste first."

I blushed when he slipped his fingers from my shorts. He brought his wet fingered to my lips and ran them across the bottom of my parted pout. I've never been tempted to taste myself so badly as in this moment. He smirked at my reaction and pushed them between his lips, sucking my essence from his digits. His eyes closed while he made an approving sound in his throat. The vocalization akin to tasting ambrosia.

When his eyes opened, he smirked catching me staring and kissed me allowing me the pleasure of tasting myself on his tongue. I sucked his tongue into my mouth like I wanted to suck his throbbing, hard cock. His hands gipped my hips tightly while he kissed me. The pulsing of his member was obvious against my pooling core, but he didn't make a move to remove himself from his lower clothes.

Instead, he kissed down my stomach while keeping his eyes on mine. He left little bites here and there. Clear teeth marks and hickies left me panting as he removed my shorts. If he had even brushed over my clit, I felt I might have came on the spot. I bit my lip as he appraised the dampness of my panties and blushed at the way he looked at me, like I was a meal. A meal he would gladly gorge himself on any and every day of the week.

In a moment of self-consciousness, I moved to pull my legs together, but he caught my thighs in his grasp and stared up at me from between them. I gulped when we locked eyes. He grazed his stubble and nose against my inner thigh and followed back the opposite direction with the same pressure of kisses and bites. My back arched off the bed when he blew air against my panties, making sure not to come into contact.