And again.
I kissed above her belly button and quickly moved under it.
Her stomach fluttered with my kisses.
She was beautiful, her skin soft and sweet.
But I wanted something sweeter.
I opened her pants and tugged at the sides. Her hips tick-tocked left to right as I took them off her. She kicked her pants off.
Finally.
I ran my hands up her legs and wasted no time gripping the top of her black panties and pulling at them. I watched her bare mound appear before my eyes, her tender folds there, her pussy for the taking.
When she stepped out of her panties, I gritted my teeth.
I came forward and pressed my lips to her mound, tasting her smooth skin. Inching down, I slipped my tongue between her legs, demanding to taste her. The tip of my tongue cut along her wet folds, bringing me her sweet flavor. One taste was not enough for me. No fucking way in hell.
My hands slapped at her hips and I pushed her back on the bed. Winter cried out as she fell to her ass on the bed. My hands touched her knees and opened her legs. No more time could pass by now.
I kissed her inner thigh and then raced up her leg. Her smell flooded my senses. I placed my right hand on her mound, my thumb rubbing the gentle nub of her clit. She cried out and thrust at me. My thumb slid down between her folds.
I had to devour her right then.
I brought my mouth to her slick center and tasted her. My tongue moved up and down, pressing against her pussy, feeling her throb against my touch. I put my hands to her inner thighs and kept her open. I was fast, aggressive, needing her so badly.
At her clit I suckled, rolling her between my lips. Each time she jumped, groaned, pressing her hips at me, wanting more.
One of her hands grabbed at my neck and then my shirt. She scratched, pulled, cried out, wanting my shirt off.
I tasted her again, top to bottom, then bottom to top. I pulled away, savoring her sweet taste.
I stood up and hurried to rip my own shirt off.
There before me on the bed, Winter was fully nude. Her succulent body was all mine now. Her hands on the bed, holding the covers. Her left leg a little bent, her legs still open, her tender pussy folded up for me. The curve of her hips, her breasts just hanging there, hard and rose pink nipples. But it was her face that got me the most. Her natural beauty shined through.
Goddammit, I think I loved her right then.
Love?
I shoved my jeans down and kicked them off.
My cock was almost painfully hard.
I grabbed her legs and pulled at her, bringing her to me.
She cried out and I lowered my body down to hers. Her burning warmth instantly welcomed me. I thrust and opened her, sliding just a little into her. She throbbed against me, her pussy teasing me to fucking come already.
I pulled back and thrust again, easing myself into her.
Once I was deep, I lowered my body to hers. Her hands instantly went around my back, holding me. My right hand pressed at her waist, holding her steady. My left hand slid up her body, over her breast, and up to her face.
I held her just like that as I started to fuck her with slow and long thrusts of my cock. Pulling all the way out to the tip of my dick and then rushing right back inside her. Each thrust she moaned, her mouth open, a sexy desperation in her eyes.
She then started to thrust her hips at me. She rocked left to right, lifting, wanting it. Her head slowly fell back and her body shook as she reached her first climax. Her nails cut into my back muscles like she wanted to tear me apart.
I fucking loved it.
I held tight inside her as she came. I kissed her neck as she cried out with each push of my cock and each throb of her insides.
Winter looked at me again, panting. I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I simply kissed her. My tongue explored her mouth, wondering if she could taste her own sweetness on my tongue.
That turned me on even more.
I pushed and pulled, thrusting and fucking her. I kept our bodies tight, tighter than I had ever been with someone before. Maybe this was beyond a good and sweaty fuck. Maybe this was me making love to her tender body. Showing her how beautiful she was, no matter what happened to her.
I had no clue.
I kept thrusting at her though. My knees hit the bed and then I climbed up on the bed. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted. Without exiting her, I crawled up the bed even more. When her head was on a pillow, I started to fuck her again. Slowly, I inched away, lifting the top half of my body.
Winter grabbed at my chest, clawing at first, then her hands opening. I was on my knees, fucking her. Watching my cock slide in and out her. Watching her breasts bounce with my movements. All of it added up inside me. My anger, frustration, guilt. My deepest needs that I never thought would be cared for.
That feeling of love raced through me.