Page 32 of Imbalanced Minds
As I continue giving her what she needs, I move my hand down her body to find her smooth mound and lazily start rubbing circles over her clit.
Pulling my mouth away from her breasts, I can’t stop myself grunting with pent up desire. “You’re going to be the death of me, Angel. You are perfection…” I’m cut short as she pulls my head back down toward her mouth and takes charge. I need more though, so I pull away and once again trail kisses down her body, paying attention, watching as she writhes at my touch and needing to taste every part of her.
“These are going to be my favourite plaything, baby girl. You’re so responsive to my touch.” I say as I knead her breasts again.
Continuing my way down her body to her oh so delicious looking mound, I stop and breathe huskily, “I bet you taste just as sweet too,” then proceed to trail my nose up and along her inner thigh. “You smell of desire, baby girl. I bet you’re soaking for me.” Hooking a finger under the strap of her panties, I pull it hard and fast—snapping them from her body. A loud gasp fills the air as Iris continues to squirm on the bed, increasing her frustration the more she becomes aroused.
“Please,” she begs.
Permission granted.
Running my tongue along her slick entrance, I moan in satisfaction as I start teasing her, making my movements slow enough that she’ll beg for more.
“You taste better than I imagined. Sweet as nectar.”
After taking my time teasing her, I’m now licking her greedily as I’ve lost all control. Iris is my weakness.
Sucking on her clit, she bucks up against my face and I welcome it. She can smother me like this any time she likes. Gently pushing a finger in her entrance, I can already feel the tell of her desperation for release. Adding another and curling them just so, I find her walls start to tremble, finding her sweet spot, so I start devouring her like my life depends on it.
The sensation of her fluttering around my fingers encourages me to pump faster and suck harder. Iris’ pants become more laboured and as I bring her to climax, she lets out a loud moan followed by my name screamed from her still swollen lips. Fuck that’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I let her marvel in her release then slowly pull away. Climbing carefully back up her body, I hold my fingers to her lips. She opens, sucking them dry; the need to kiss her will never diminish as I tremble with all my pent-up desire.
Rolling on my side, I look to her while she lies there in a blissful state in my arms. “Baby girl, I hope you know what you’re doing because I’m not turning back now.”
She smiles at me, mischief written in her eyes.
“I meant what I said earlier. Once I’ve made my mind, it’s a done deal. You want to claim me, well I’m claiming you too. Cory Whitman, you’re mine.” Iris states while gliding her way down my body.
I raise a brow. “Iris? Angel, what are you doing?”
“I’m making it official.”
She makes quick work of removing my boxers. Without hesitation, her mouth is gliding over my hard length. I’ve gone dumb. There’s no rational thinking when she’s pleasuring me this way.
Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
It’s official alright. I’m officially dying a happy man as my woman takes me into oblivion.