Whiskey for Elephants

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Okay, final warning. NSFW. If you're the type to be opposed to such a scenario, this is not for you.
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We were sitting on the bed in the Airbnb, both topless, music playing in the background. My legs were wrapped around his waist, his legs were stretched out behind me. He was holding me up with his arms. My arms were wrapped around his neck, one of my hands tangled in the short, mangled mess that his hair was. The other was tracing his jawline, causing his head to roll back when I reached his chin. He leaned into my touch as I traced the tattoos I spent so much time looking at. I moved that same hand up to the side of his head with the shark tattoo, barely visible through his hair.
"This ones my favorite," I say, letting my hand fall to the knife on the same side. "This ones my second." I say, tracing it. He lets out a chuckle and leans in to kiss the middle of my neck, I let my head fall back. One of his hands held the back of my head, knotted in the sweaty hair that fell messily down my back.
He rose to his knees and used his free arm to support me as he laid me down. He kissed down my sternum, all the way to my navel. My sweat covered skin prickled and tingled with every movement his mouth made on my body. As he kissed, he spoke.
"Which ones your third favorite?" He stood back on his knees and pulled me up with him, he was kissing me; my mouth, my chin, my jawline. I reached a hand down to find the royalty tattoo, causing him to shudder.
"This one," I whisper gruffly, letting my hand wander lower, gliding smoothly down his stomach. He let his hands fall from my shoulders to the small of my back, then hooking his thumbs inside the elastic of my underwear. He pulled them down a little lower with each time I moved my hands lower. When they were to my knees, I was already shaking. I respond well to sensuality. Emotion, mostly. "Ronnie, you're the one who's built, fucker." I laugh, sliding his briefs down. His whole body shakes with my hands helping him out of them. We both sit there, catching our breath, looking at each other. Ronnie laughs before pulling me back against him.
"Four, you have four tattoos." He says, but I barely hear him. I'm too focused on the sweat on our bodies melting into each other. At first, I don't feel him against me because of how I was situated. Upon adjusting, I could feel him solid and hot between my thighs. When I had moved, he had groaned, causing me to get more wet. He bit the nape of my neck, causing me to shudder and impulse tighten my fingers against his back.
There was a smell in the air that made me ravenous. I'm that moment I wanted nothing more than I wanted him, the air he breathed, the sweat on his body. He responded accordingly, biting here, kissing there. He reluctantly pulled himself away from me to put me back against on the bed. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me close to him, he backed off of the bed and onto the ground. He pulled me closer and then hooked his arms around my legs. He kissed the inside of my thighs up the left and down the right.
"Ronnie," I started to say that I wasn't ready for this level of whatever bliss I felt, but he brought his face exactly where I wanted him to. He wasted no time, he got right to work on my clit. He kept the same rhythm, same pressure, only changing when he'd take a breath. My toes knotted with each other, my hands grabbed onto whatever they could as the orgasm hit. He laid his tongue flat on my pussy with each wave, licking up what he could. I could feel myself start to tense up and I looked for something to ride the wave with but Ronnie shocked me by putting his middle to fingers inside of me, he felt around for that sensitive splotch of skin. When I reacted with a whimper, he busied himself again.
"Fuck," He said, looking me in my eyes. He got mad at me for looking away. He freed a hand to turn my head back and hold it there. "Play with your clit while i finger fuck you, brat." Something about that brat word made me slide my hand down and play with my sensitive ass clit. I couldnt help it; I let out a whimpery moan.. both actions at once were euphoric. As I help him make me orgasm twice, I look up at him biting my lip in ecstasy. Did I do good, Ronnie? I don't say it, but it's like he reads my mind.
"Good girl." He says. He splays himself out on top of me to suck on my nipples, biting them more than licking them. It caused me to squirm and cuss and pull what was left of his hair. "Man, you're cute when you want to fuck. I can't get enough." He says, crawling up the bed to kiss me. I love the way he tastes right now, like me combined with the faint taste of mint gum. I wrapped my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, I bend a knee up and the other sideways. He pulls away and looks at me. And I can't comprehend now what I said then.
"Ronnie," I moan his name, trying hard to bite back the whine. "Fuck me please.." He raises his eyebrows at me, looks up and groans. He shakes his head. He does everything but fuck me, so I sit up and meet him halfway. Now I have him beneath me, so I slide onto his dick. The first word to come out of my mouth was, "Shit!" And Ronnie's hands are manic, they grab at my thighs and my ass and my hands even as I ride him to the beat of the song playing. My breathing is erratic and so is his and I can feel him pulsating inside of me, growing more and more. My pussy was in so much sensitive pain but it was so blissful. The moans went from moans to audible breaths.
In a flash, Ronnie is above me again and he's pulled out to not cum inside. I take the opportunity to put his dick in my mouth before he can lose the sensation. I circle his tip with my tongue, take in his cock with my throat. He's moaning and pulling my hair, something I only like when he does it. It doesn't take long for him to cum into my mouth, me swallowing his load and licking what I may have missed.
"Holy shit," Ronnie giggles, after he asked me to turn around. "Coolest publicist ever." Which makes me laugh, but I back up onto his cock anyway. He take a hand to stimulate my clit at the same time, then takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth. I take them just like his cock. He cusses and fucks me harder, using a hand to guide me and another to pull my hair. I feel a third orgasm and I climb off of him, taking his dick into my mouth again, just as he comes. He whines when I slide my mouth off of him.
"Can you handle me?" I ask after licking his dick clean again. A dark cloud passed over his eyes. He took a hand and guided my face to his. He put his hand on my throat while fucking me, saying, "Don't ever doubt me again, Danika." Hearing the sex demon in him come out in his voice sent my heart flying. I tell him to prove it.
He ties my wrists together and my ankles to his wrists. My legs are above my head and he's fucking me that way, he uses his arms to position my legs and his arms to get the best feeling for both of us. And he does, because after a few more minutes of that, we both ride that wave and collapse into each other. Huffing and puffing.
"Ronnie-" I didn't know what to say.
"Fuck." And he's laughing. "If we're gonna fuck every time you're jealous.. marry me now." He said, adjusting before falling asleep on my tits, our bodies still naked. It doesn't take me long to knock out after.
That night, I dreamed about waking up to him every morning. I wondered how I wasn't already doing that.