Blake's emerald eyes came toward me. They were bright, luminant, and full of life as he pulled my legs, bringing me closer to the edge of the bed. He had this wicked look about him, like he was about to ravish me exactly the way he wanted. He pulled off my clothing roughly and discarded them across the room. After I was completely naked, he wasted no time in stroking every inch of my flesh until I broke out in goosebumps. His fingertips ignited a roaring fire within me and I couldn't help but tremble at his touch.
"Please," I whispered, reaching out to him.
He took my hand and kissed my palm so softly, I closed my eyes to savor it. Then he started kissing down my arm.
"Open your eyes. I want you to see me and watch everything I'm doing." I opened my eyes and they locked onto his. "What do you want me to do to you?" he murmured, his tone sounded almost bored but it held a dangerously seductive lilt. One I was beginning to grow all too familiar with; one the spread heat throughout my entire body because I knew what was to come.
"You already know."
"Tell me."
"Taste."
"You want me to taste you?" The corner of his lip turned up in a devilish smirk, and I bit my lip. Blake started to lower his head in between my legs but I forced them closed as much as I wanted his mouth on me.
"No. I want to taste you," I responded. His eye color intensified.
I sat up in bed and made my way over to him. I got on my knees and unbuttoned his pants. I reached over to his boxers and begun to pull them down.
"Slowly," he ordered. "And look at me while you do it." I followed his orders. When I got his black silk boxers to his feet, I walked my fingers playfully up his thighs until I reached his throbbing member. I smiled and kissed the head, my mouth already salivating at the contact and smell of his manhood.
"Open your mouth. Wide." When I did, he put himself inside me. "Put both of your hands on me and stroke as hard as you can."
I obliged his command and he moaned after I followed his instructions. I pumped him in my mouth and looked up at him. Although he told me to look at him, his eyes were starting to close and he was tilting his head back. He gripped the back of my head and forced himself deeper inside of me. I started to gag.
"Relax." His voice was so soothing that any tension I had melted away. I took him in and didn't take him out until my eyes started to water. He pulled me up to my feet and kissed me hard. He took off the rest of his clothes and wrapped my legs around him. His strong arms looped under my ass and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, sending a thrill through me. We fell against the bed and he kissed me from my lips down to my breasts, taking his time stroking my nipples with his tongue.
"On your stomach." He started kissing my heel but as he moved further up, his kisses turned to soft bites. I was trying hard to keep still but the sensations alone had me pulsating.
"Please," I moaned, squirming under his touch.
"Shh." He was back at my neck; he moved my hair to the other side and started sucking and nibbling on it. My wetness rolled down my * lips and my lower body shifted involuntarily. I bit into the pillow and hugged it tightly. Just how long was he going to tease me?
The question was answered when he entered me slowly from behind and it brought me up to my knees. One of his free hands massaged my bottom and the other was grabbing on to my shoulder, plunging him further into me. His steady rate of speed was making my knees weak. I fell hard against the bed and his tempo increased. The sounds of our bodies hitting against each other, my moans, and his infrequent grunts filled the room, making me tremble. Before I could stop myself, I climaxed.
He laughed in satisfaction before leaving a stinging hot smack on my ass and scooping me up. Blake's hands firmly gripped my waist, guiding my hips to him as he thrust in and out of me. My knees began to quiver. I was falling against his lap and he had one hand on my breast, playing with my nipples, squeezing them, and titillating my senses. Blake was taking no prisoners. He put his hand around my neck and started squeezing it softly. I collapsed into him again. We moved together in a slow rhythm.
"Oh, my God. I can't anymore," I breathed, falling onto the bed. I moved my hair out of my face. Our bodies practically melted together with the heat and the sweat being used as glue.
"You're gorgeous." He was hovering over me, his fingertips moving towards my face to stroke the side of my cheek.