He starts to really eat me, dragging my body up and down his face. His sharp whiskers are grinding but it’s a pleasurable burn, a pain I have become accustomed to, the pain is my addiction. His tongue swirls around and around and I feel myself buckle beneath him.
“Still,” he orders as he rips my legs back to the bed. “Give me what I need.” He growls.
“What do you need?” I whisper.
“A creamy orgasm on my tongue,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine. He gently bites my clitoris and stretches it back from my body. I jump in pain and then he circles it gently again with his tongue. This is what he does so well, shifting tempo. The hard bites followed by the gentle licks, the strong hands holding my legs down to the bed versus the gentle kisses on my inner thigh. The look he gives, telling me that he is about to rip me apart, and then the tender kisses that show me he loves me.
I love this man. I love all of this man. The dark, the fucked up, the sex craved maniac.
He pushes three fingers into me aggressively and I flinch off the mattress at the burn.
“I need some pain this morning, baby. Can you give me that?” His dark eyes watch me as I struggle to accept his large fingers.
I nod. “Give it to me,” I whisper.
He pushes me hard again and I sigh in pleasure. He sits up and starts to ride me hard with his hand, so much so that the bed starts to hit the wall with force. Thump, thump, thump, the heavy sound of the bed hitting the wall matches my oncoming orgasm. My legs start to close and I quiver as I lose all coherent thought. He bends and starts to tongue my clitoris gently as his fingers pound into me aggressively. The combination pushes me over. My body lurches forward, the force of the strong orgasm taking over, and before I know what’s happening, Joshua has my legs over my shoulders and he’s pushing into me hard.
He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his brutal length. No matter how much he is aroused, he always pauses after he has pushed in to allow me to adjust to his size. Joshua knows he is a large man and he sees it as his responsibility to make sure he doesn’t hurt me. But, fuck, I love it when he does.
He holds himself up on tensed arms as he waits for my permission.
“Go,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”
His eyes close in reverence and he slides out slowly. My calves are next to his face and he kisses the inner ankle of one foot tenderly.
This feels so fucking good. He spreads his knees widen to gain control and pushes forward again.
“That beautiful, sweet cunt of yours feels so fucking good around my cock.”
I clench hard and he bends to kiss me aggressively.
I smile, a proud of myself smile, and he bites my bottom lip.
I watch the sheen of perspiration that covers my beautiful creature as he holds my ankles wide in the air, feeding his desires with my body. “You’re so fucking wet. Dripping for me,” he purrs as he watches his cock disappear into me. Our bodies start to make a loud slapping sound as he fucks me hard.
Bloody hell, once again, I start to quiver. Stop dirty talking; you know it’s my undoing.
The sight of his sweaty, muscular body, the sound of my wet skin clinging to his, and the feeling of his thick, engorged cock sliding through me is too much.
“Joshua,” I whimper.
He picks me up and throws me over onto my knees, yanking my legs apart as far as they go. Then he is riding me hard while he grips both of my hips and slams me back onto his cock. He goes harder and faster, until he’s pushing my shoulders down onto the mattress to get deeper.
This is how he fucks me. He’s never deep enough, never hard enough, never close enough.
“You feel so fucking good.” He growls and stills, and I feel his cock jerk deep inside of me, forcing me to close my eyes as another orgasm steals my ability to articulate anything. I struggle for breath as my heart hammers in my chest.
And then, as if by some miracle, my gentle man comes back to me and showers the curve of my spine with tender kisses. He lays his body over mine and I feel his lips on my cheek before he nibbles my ear.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I smile breathlessly. “I love you.”
I feel him smile broadly. “I love fucking you more.”
We fall onto the bed in a tangled mess and kiss, long slow kisses. Even when we have rough sex, there is an overwhelming feeling of love between us, an overwhelming feeling of what we have is so very precious. And we can never forget that because it governs most of our daily thoughts.
We lie still for ten minutes before Joshua stands and kisses my hip.
“Shower.” He slaps my behind.
“Hmm.” I’m dozing.
“Come on. Up. It’s eleven. I’m making breakfast.”