Page 21 of Surrender

Fuck it, I thought.

I slid closer to him and cupped his face. Softly, I pressed my lips to his. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his chest. His hands caressed me in the most respectful manner. I didn’t want him to be respectful. After the time I spent being unfulfilled and then untouched, I wanted him to ravish me.

I rolled him onto his back and straddle his hips. I sat back on his thighs and pulled off my pajama top. His eyes drifted to my nipples, and he licked his lips. Sitting up, he cupped my breasts and pushed them together. I shuttered as he trailed kisses across the tops of them before his mouth dropped to my nipples.

My hands went to the back of his head as he devoured my sensitive buds one then the one. My hips involuntarily began to grind against his. Beneath me, his dick hardened and pressed against my mound. The harder he grew, the more pleasurable the friction between us became.

A moan escaped my lips. The next thing I knew, he’d rolled me over onto my back, and in one swift motion, he pulled off my bottoms. He reached over and flipped on the lamp beside the bed. For a moment, he sat back with his eyes trailing my now naked frame.

“Shit…” he mumbled. “You are breathtaking… so fucking perfect. Are you sure you want to take this there, Kay?”

I nodded. “I’m sure.”

Leaning forward, he kissed me again, slow and sensually. One hand slipped between my thighs. I knew he’d find me wet with desire. He stroked my swollen clit before his fingers slid into my pussy.

I gasped. “Jacob…”

“You’re so wet, Kay,” he declared, kissing and sucking on my neck. “Can I taste you?”

“Y-yes!”

A trail of wet kisses were placed from my neck, down to my breasts, down my abdomen, and finally between my thighs. I waited with bated breath for him to claim his prize. When he ran his tongue from my opening to my clit, my back arched slightly. The moment he latched onto my clit, I felt like my soul left my body.

He licked and sucked on her with skilled perfection. My legs were already trembling. My hands found their way into his locs, intertwining them in my fingers. I gave them a soft pull, causing him to suck harder on my pearl.

Again, I gasped. “Shit!”

My hips had a mind of their own as they thrust forward to ride his beautiful face. His eyes remained closed. The look on his face told me that he was savoring the taste of me on his palate. If his expression didn’t tell it, the moans pouring from him into me did.

“You taste so fucking good to me, Kay,” he declared as he slurped my juices.

He pushed my legs further open and spread my pussy lips for unobstructed access. Rapidly, he flicked his tongue across my bean. The act had my entire body convulsing with spasms. When he added the stroking of his fingers against my G-spot, pleasured cries fell from me tenfold.

“J-Jacob! Don’t stop… please don’t stop! It feels so good!”

I could feel my orgasm brewing. My toes curled, my chest heaved, and when I finally let go, it was like my senses left me for a moment. I felt my body expelling my juices just as quickly as he lapped them all up.

He snaked his way back up my body to kiss me. Hungrily, I feasted on his mouth, savoring the taste of me on him. My hands worked to push his bottoms down over his hips. Reaching between us, I grabbed his dick.

Damn.

Although I couldn’t see it, I didn’t need to see it to get the perfect visual of him in my mind. He was long and thick. My fingers trailed the protruding veins that lined his shaft from the base to the thick, smooth, mushroom head. A low groan emitted from his throat as I stroked him.

“Put it in,” he commanded.

I guided him between my slick folds. His eyes closed, and his head dropped back.

“Fuck!” He cursed as he sank into me.

Once he was fully nestled inside me, he pulled my legs around his waist. Leaning in, he kissed me as he slow stroked my pussy. Even though I said I wanted him to ravish me, his strokes were so methodical… so deliciously teasing, that I felt myself juicing up so fucking bad.

“You feel so good, Kay,” he whispered against my lips.

He slowly rolled his hips into me. The feeling of him filling me to capacity caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

“Take it,” he said, sliding an arm up under me. “It’s yours.”

He nipped at my chin, and I whimpered. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, lightly sucking and biting on it as he continued to slow stroke me.