She raises her arms, lacing her fingers behind my neck. “In Scotland?” she asks, her voice drowsy.
“Very much so,” I tell her, pressing myself down against her skin.
She lets out a soft gasp. “Are you naked?”
“Aye.” I suck the soft skin on her neck, my head swimming from her raw taste. “And very, very hard.”
“Then I’m glad you woke me up,” she coos, reaching down between us and stroking the tip of my cock. I don’t even have to raise my head to know she’s got a devilish twist to her lips.
A moan falls out of my mouth as her fingers get a better grip, the weight of my body against hers adding crucial pressure. I close my eyes, succumbing to the feeling as I work my mouth down her milky white neck, and start rocking my body gently against hers. The friction on her stomach is incredible, my precum adding just enough slickness.
Before I can get as carried away as a teenager, I pull back and kiss and suck my way down her body. From her shoulder, across to the soft hollow of her throat, down between her breasts, my hand cupping them perfectly, one at a time. I love teasing around her nipples, love how she always arches her back, pushing her breasts up, so ravenous for my lips, for my touch. I like to prolong it as long as possible, doing long, circular laps with my tongue and then blowing lightly. I watch her skin erupt in shivers, her nipple becoming harder, pinker, and it’s torture not to put it between my teeth and give it a sharp tug.
“Oh god,” Kayla whimpers, her hands running through my hair and tugging on the ends.
“Tell me what you want, love,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you what I have.”
She grabs my head and places my lips on her nipple. “There. Give me pain.”
I smile at how bossy she always is and do as she wishes, nipping the hardened end and giving it a long, hard suck into my mouth. She yelps, then settles into a low, throaty groan, her vibrations rattling me to my very bones. The rigid ache of my cock is almost unbearable now, and all my thoughts are being stolen, directed to my very need to be inside of her.
With borderline desperation, I quickly push her panties to the side. She’s so hot and slick beneath the satin. I grab the base of my cock and straighten up, gripping her hips. Sitting back on my knees, I thrust into her, barely able to control myself.
She feels so good. Always so good. A silky, tight fist that won’t let go.
She cries out, her eyes widening, but I can’t help it. There’s no time to do this gently. There is a fire raging inside me and she’s the only way out of the flames.
I take a firm grip of her thighs, my hands sinking into her soft, smooth flesh, and hold her legs back while I pull out then push myself in again. She’s watching my cock slide in and out of her, and I’m watching too, crazed by the raw, primal sight of our bodies giving each other pleasure and how we fit so perfectly. The giant, quiet man and the wild, tiny girl. Who would have thought that this moment, this us, could have ever happened?
“Please don’t stop,” she says. Her voice is raspy, quiet, and so disarmingly beautiful when I’m turning her on. I could do this until my dying day, just this endless give and take, this exquisite pleasure I get from seeing her features soften, her body respond to me like she’s lucid in a dream. She wants me, all of me, always, and when I give her what I have, what I am, she only wants more.