Starting now.
It was all I ever wanted. He was all I ever wanted. We were lobsters that got lost at sea, but made their way back to each other. It didn’t take long for him to pull up in our driveway, speeding to get me home and into bed. The second he kicked out his kickstand, I threw the helmet off and maneuvered my way onto his lap again.
In his arms.
“I want you,” I moaned into his ear, kissing all along the side of his neck.
He growled, carrying me off the bike with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. The second his lips touched mine he growled again, parting them. Beckoning me to the same.
I did.
His hands were all over me. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me the most. I leaned into every touch, every sensation, every single filthy word that fell from his mouth. Anything he had to offer, I would take. He was mine. I was loving the thrill of what was to come, reaching for his belt before he even had the front door open. Knowing we were giving our new neighbors one hell of a show. I didn’t care.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
Every last part of him.
He eagerly moved his hips against my hands as I worked his button and zipper. Unable to get them off fast enough. Pulling out his long, thick cock, aggressively and urgently stroking it up and down while he opened the door.
“Fuck, Mia...” he breathed into my mouth, rushing in and kicking it closed behind us. Slamming it shut.
He walked us down the hallway as best as he could, but our ravenous bodies had taken control. My back hitting a few walls, sending picture frames flying to the floor beneath us. We were both spiraling in a frenzy from the feel of our mouths and bodies colliding. It didn’t matter how big of a mess we were making, just needing to get there as fast as possible.
He laid me on the edge of the bed, standing, hovering above me. Our mouth’s attacking one another’s while he pushed me down into the mattress. Taking what we both had been wanting.
What we needed.
Each other.
He tore open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere, crashing onto the floor with a ting sound. Not wanting to break our connection, not even for a minute. My bra was off within seconds, finally feeling his strong, callused hands roughly kneading my breasts as he sucked and licked all around my nipples. Causing my back to arch off the bed. Making me grip onto his neck, wanting him closer, and yet he still wasn’t nearly close enough.
I never stopped stroking his cock, licking my lips. Imagining I could taste him on my tongue. He roughly ripped off my skirt and panties like he couldn’t get them off fast enough.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue,” he breathlessly urged, immediately placing his face in between my thighs.
I didn’t even have time to blink before his tongue was pushing into my folds, swirling it into my opening.
“Oh, God,” I panted as he placed my thighs onto his shoulders. Angling my clit in a way that made me go mad with need.
My hands instantly went into his hair, tugging and pulling. Gripping onto it with every lick to my core. Watching as his face was buried in my most sacred area.
As if reading my mind, he opened his eyes to look up at me as he sucked my clit into his mouth. Instantly moving his head in a side-to-side motion, followed by a back and forth rhythm.
“Ah!” I yelled out, trying to catch my bearings. Releasing his cock, unable to focus. My chest heaved with every precise manipulation of his skilled tongue and lips. His mouth literally eating me alive. I watched him push two fingers into my wet heat, causing my legs to shake. Which only enticed him to finger-fuck me harder and lick me faster. Bringing me so close to the edge of ecstasy.
About to have the most intense orgasm of my life.
Through hooded eyes, I saw him start stroking his cock, thinking it was still one of hottest things I’d ever seen. He looked so primal and heady, moving his hand up and down. Making me yearn for it to be inside of me. That was my undoing. I came so hard, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My back arched off the bed, again. My hands fisted in the sheets. I swear I saw nothing but stars.
I didn’t even have a minute to recover before he was pulling his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots and pants. Throwing them onto the floor without so much as a second thought. He scooted me onto the center of our bed, the one we picked out together. It warmed my heart and soothed my soul, creating a throbbing need to have him claim me on it.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please...” I begged, swaying my hips against his cock as he grinned above me.
“Wanna piece of me?” he baited, and I readily nodded my head. My body tingled all over. Sending spasms straight down to my very being.
“I want your... that.” I nodded to it, blushing.
“Say it, Pippin. Wanna hear filthy shit come out of that sweet lil’ mouth of yours. Tell me...” He grabbed onto his dick again, stroking it, accentuating his abs and V muscles. “Tell me you want my cock.”
My eyes dilated, reaching for his shaft, but he intercepted had my hands pinned above my head, locking them in place by my wrists before I even saw it coming.
“Let me hear you say the words,” he whispered, kissing my lips.
“Please... I want your cock,” I repeated just for him.
He didn’t falter, in one swift thrust he was deep inside of me.
“Shit!” I instantly yelled out, causing him to suddenly freeze. “I’m not on the pill, Creed!”
“Yeah?” He relaxed, slowly thrusting in and out of me, savoring the moment. Making me inadvertently moan. “That mean you only ever gone raw wit’ me?”
“Yes...”
“Good.”
“But, I could get—”
“Shhh...” he ordered in between kissing me. “No shit, I know.”
I smirked, kissing him deeper and faster. He thrust into me harder and more demanding, his balls drenched from my wetness. Making me come so hard.
“That’s it, baby... just like that... squeeze my fuckin’ cock with your sweet, tight pussy. I ain’t ever get enough of.”
The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in the room. My body shuddered. No one could ever touch me like he could, and I knew that from the moment he first put his hands on me.
I was his.
He didn’t stop, his hands moved to the sides of my face, caging me in with his arms. Feeling the weight of him on top of me as he continued to thrust in and out. Exactly how I wanted him to. I tried to keep his pace, barely finishing one release before another would hit.
“Keep comin’ on my cock, baby. Take what’s fuckin’ yours.”
“Creed....” I purred, breathless and gasping for air. Climaxing so intensely and long down his shaft, feeling like I couldn’t stop coming.
He made this roaring sound from deep within his chest as we both came together. Panting profusely, trying to catch our bearings while he placed kisses all over my face, still not pulling out from deep inside me.