As tremors start to build inside of me and my legs start to shake, I shut my eyes. I try to pull away from him, try to move my legs from around his waist, but he doesn’t let me.
He holds my thighs in place and kisses my stomach—licking his way from my navel to my br**sts, and before he can reach my lips, I let go. Screaming.
My entire body is shaking in ways I can’t even begin to explain, and no matter how hard I try to control it I can’t. I’m coming again and again and again, and he’s still torturing me with his tongue, still holding my legs captive.
Shit...
I feel his release shortly after, and then I feel him collapsing on top of me.
Seconds later, he rolls off of me and stands up—walking away.
He’s leaving? Just like that?
I’m too elated to be upset right now, but once this euphoria wears off, the “wham bam thank you ma’am” realization may hurt a little.
On my back, I scoot across the mattress until my head hits the headboard. I’m about to shut my eyes and replay what just happened, but I feel Blake sliding into bed next to me.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. “Does that take care of numbers five and eight?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t have an orgasm.”
“You had four.”
I blush. “Yes...That should um, take care of those numbers...”
“Good to know.” He smiles and brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “Are you sore?”
“A little...”
Kissing my lips, he grabs my hand and slides it down his thigh—placing it onto his hardened dick.
I gasp as he uses my hand to rub it up and down.
“Now that I’ve f**ked you your way, can I f**k you mine?”
My eyes widen. I’m honestly not sure if I can go another round with him, especially if it’s anything else intense.
“It’s not.” He’s getting really good at reading my mind. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a condom, handing it to me.
I take my time unwrapping it, avoiding his eyes even though I can feel him staring at me. I sit up and place it over him, trying to think of something to say in this moment, but there’s no use.
The second I’m done, he grabs me and rolls me on top of him. Slightly lifting me up by my waist, he positions me over his dick and I slowly sink onto him.
I moan once he’s entirely inside of me, and place my hands against his chest to steady myself.
He holds my waist still so I can’t move, and then he caresses my face. “Go slow.”
As his hands move away, I start to rock against him—never breaking eye contact, never wanting to.
He slides a hand around my neck and pulls my head down to his, slowly kissing me. Gently biting my bottom lip, he groans as I start to move a little faster.
“Slow, Paris...” He lets go of my lip and cups one of my br**sts—circling my nipple with his tongue.
“I...” I can’t go slow with him. He feels too good.
He trails his tongue to my other breast and grips my hips—preventing me from moving as fast as I want to.
“Blake...”
He looks into my eyes as he moves me up and down his dick, ignoring my pleas to speed things up.
“Why are you in such a rush?” He holds me still after bringing me back down, after he’s completely inside of me. “Does this not feel good?”
“Yes...” I try to move myself back up, but his grip is too strong. “Yes...”
“We already f**ked your way, didn’t we?” He sits up—keeping me still, keeping us entwined. “Isn’t it my turn?”
“Blake, please...” I feel him slightly moving me up—teasing me.
“Please what?” One of his hands caresses my back. “Fuck you faster?”
I nod, but he doesn’t oblige. He presses his mouth against my neck—softly biting my skin whenever I say his name.
He rocks me against his dick again and I start to tremble—start to quiver in anticipation of a release, but each time I get close, he stops and kisses my lips instead.
“Please...” I murmur as he runs his fingers through my hair.
Kissing me, he finally lets my waist go and I wrap my arms around his neck.
I grind my hips into his, letting the tremors build and build—letting his lips continue to make love to my mouth.
“Ohhh....Godddd...I...” My skin slaps against his one last time and I lose all control. “Blake...”
I fall forward—knocking us both to the mattress. I can hear him saying words, but I can’t understand them over my heavy breathing.
Seemingly concerned, he lifts me off of him and lays me on the other side of the bed.
“Paris?” He sweeps sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead. “Are you okay?”
I try to say, “Fuck yes,” but everything goes black.
***
My body is sore. Beyond sore.
I can barely feel my legs, my arms are weary, and the skin on my neck is reeling from all the sensual bites Blake placed there.
I don’t want to get up for the rest of the day. I just want to lie here—against Blake’s chest, and relive every single second of last night.
I’ve never been f**ked like that. Ever.
I suddenly feel his hands rubbing my back and my eyes flutter open.
“Good morning.” He smiles.
“Good morning...”