The flame returned to Ryuzo's dark eyes. He pulled me back into his kiss.
His kiss was passionate, the exact intensity I had been craving. Pressing me against the wall. His lips were delicious, a forbidden flavor I wanted as much of before it was taken away. His hands explored my body like he was rediscovering me, running over my waist, the curves of my back, my hips, my ass. I wanted to feel his skin, touch his body with mine. There was nothing more I wanted in that moment than to be as close to him as possible.
As I tore at the buttons of his shirt, a hand slid up my thigh, lifting my dress, then slid into the strap of my panties, taking them with him on his path back down. I pulled his shirt open. When he stripped from his shoulders, I unfastened his fly. The desperation I felt for him clouded my senses, my breath labored, my tongue tasting him on my lips until I could kiss him again.
He lifted me from my feet, wrapping my legs around him. While he carried me somewhere, I drank him in, tasting the skin of his neck, smelling his delicious scent, feeling the grip of his hands. It took me back to all the times I thought I would never have again.
He sat me on the couch, yanking my hips to the edge of the cushion, my knees falling open. The dominant action heightened my desire. He ran his tongue up my seam and moaned as if I was the best thing he had tasted. I help my legs wide, letting him have whatever he wanted, letting him make my body come alive with every movement of his skilled tongue.
I ran my hand over his hair and his eyes flickered up to mine, the fire blazing behind the darkness of his arousal. His lips sucked my little bud while he hummed his, making the feeling roll through me in a rush. His fingers dug deeper into my skin while he pulled me closer again, pleasing me while he enjoyed himself. My pussy fluttered stronger, the pleasure deeper, then it hit me.
The orgasm shot through me, my legs shaking hard in his hands. As surprising as it was magical, months of frustration and numbness replaced with ecstasy.
I pulled him to me, taking his face in my hands to kiss him deeply. His hips laid against me, his erection hard against my mound. Rolling him to sit, I dropped to my knees.
Thankful and desperate to make him feel the way I did, I sucked him hard, feeling the ridges of his muscular legs and stomach, loving the familiar taste of his pleasure. His breaths grew heavy, his grip on my nape less gentle the longer I went on. When he barely fit between my teeth, I let him slip from my lips.
Climbed up to my knees, straddling him, and sinking down.
My mouth dropped open while I stretched around him. So hard, so big, it was a delicious struggle to take him all. We shared a quiet moan when I settled on his lap.
He slid my dress up my sides. I lifted my arms to let him remove it, dropping it to the floor while his hand cupped my breast and his mouth circled my nipple.
Lifting and lowering myself again, my head fell back with the feeling. Slowly at first, I had to catch up with the reality of him being inside me again. I had forgotten how good he felt, how perfectly he filled me, as if I was made for him.
"I've missed this," he whispered. "I've missed all of you." He wrapped his arms around me, his mouth moving to my other breast.
I brushed my hand over his hair, enjoying the electricity he sent through me with each suck of my nipple. Rolling my hips on his lap, I stroked him deep inside me. I had missed this, too, almost forgot what it felt like to be so connected to someone. That was because I only wanted to be connected to him.
Leaning forward again to kiss him, I tangled my fingers into his hair with one hand, bracing myself against the wall with the other to ride him as hard as I wanted. Tongues licking, tasting, only breaking when I moaned. I looked down at him, seeing the pleasure tormenting him. He looked pained as he tried to hang on. He leaned his head back and pinched his eyes closed. When I licked his neck and sunk in my teeth, he moaned, "Mmm, Mina." His body tensed beneath me. "I can't, I can't . . . Fuck."
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Dirty, Dirty Liars [Mature]
RomanceThe strip of non-tattooed skin fell from his neck down to the fly he unfastened. "Do I scare you?" "No." "I should." . . . After a salacious event makes her want to leave home, Mina takes a traveling nurse position as far away as possible: Tokyo...