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Story: Mad Love
“Please, Maddox,” I beg between kisses.
“Blaise, I need to taste you, babe. Let me.”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
He is the consummate pleaser, doing everything possible to make me feel good while keeping to not touching my bare skin. He lowers his head and takes first one taut nipple, then the other, in his mouth, his tongue leaving a wetness on the satin that clings to my skin in this tantalizing way that has me thinking of a cool breeze on heated skin.
I can picture us making love out in the open. Skin on skin. His mouth on my skin. Someday, I hope we can do exactly that. I close my eyes. Smile. Someday.
“That feels so good, Maddox.”
My words spur him on. He grazes his teeth over my nipples. I arch my back. He sucks on the little buds. Blows on the wetness he’s left behind on the satin.
“Can I taste you more?” He rests his head between the valley of my breasts, eyes darkened with desire.
I’m a virgin. Have never kissed a man. But I know about oral and what men and women do to one another’s bodies to make the other shatter with pleasure.
I nod. He goes low. Beneath the covers, I let my legs fall to the sides. Balanced on my elbows, I take in the sight of his dark head of hair between my legs. Eyes on me, he tongues my virgin opening. Licks along my slit. Laps up the wetness soaking through the satin.
Moaning, I tip back my head. My arms shake. My thighs do too.
“Blaise?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever had a man’s cock inside you?”
“Never.”
“Good. ’Cause mine is the only cock that will fill you full.”
His words are possessive, and grabbing him by the hair, I push him into my heat. He mouths my sex. My sex weeps and throbs. I tunnel my fingers deeper in his hair. Guide his face over my sex. He tongues and mouths my clit and folds through the satin. Heat uncoils in my belly. My body trembles.
“I . . . I’m close. So close.” I move my head side to side. Groan in frustration that I’m not ready for him to fill me full with his erection. He must’ve understood. His next words confirm it.
“Give me your glove, Blaise. Let me help you come, baby.”
Oh, his words. I love his words. My body on fire, I yank off one of my gloves and hand it to him. His hand is too big to fit inside my glove, but a finger or two is enough. He slides his finger over my arousal until the satin is shiny with my juices.
I wait in anticipation of him slipping his thick finger inside me, stretching me. Instead, he licks my juices off the satin gloves, and I can’t stop the moan slipping from my mouth.
“Too much?”
“No, not at all.” I close my eyes. He slides his fingers along my folds, soaking up my wetness.
I’m so turned on, I can wet the glove with my arousal.
“Can I touch your cheek and your lips with the glove, Blaise?”
“You want me to taste myself?”
“Yes, but only if you want to.”
“I do.”
I open my mouth. He sticks one gloved finger inside. I run my tongue over his finger. Suck my flavor from the satin. Close my mouth over his finger. Suck up and down the length of his finger. Lick it like a lollipop. His groan is heat in my belly. I open my eyes.
Maddox’s finger is in my mouth. His face is buried in my stomach. I reach down, and tunneling my fingers in his hair, I let go of his finger.
“Too much?” I see him through a haze of desire.
He yanks off the glove with his teeth. “Not enough. Jesus, Blaise, what you can do with your mouth.” He moves off the bed. Looks at the wet spots on the satin sheet. There are three. One over each nipple and a big wet spot over my sex.
He stares at my sex.
“Satin or silk panties, Blaise?”
“Silk.”
“Sexy choice. Put on a pair, baby.”
“Blaise, I need to taste you, babe. Let me.”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
He is the consummate pleaser, doing everything possible to make me feel good while keeping to not touching my bare skin. He lowers his head and takes first one taut nipple, then the other, in his mouth, his tongue leaving a wetness on the satin that clings to my skin in this tantalizing way that has me thinking of a cool breeze on heated skin.
I can picture us making love out in the open. Skin on skin. His mouth on my skin. Someday, I hope we can do exactly that. I close my eyes. Smile. Someday.
“That feels so good, Maddox.”
My words spur him on. He grazes his teeth over my nipples. I arch my back. He sucks on the little buds. Blows on the wetness he’s left behind on the satin.
“Can I taste you more?” He rests his head between the valley of my breasts, eyes darkened with desire.
I’m a virgin. Have never kissed a man. But I know about oral and what men and women do to one another’s bodies to make the other shatter with pleasure.
I nod. He goes low. Beneath the covers, I let my legs fall to the sides. Balanced on my elbows, I take in the sight of his dark head of hair between my legs. Eyes on me, he tongues my virgin opening. Licks along my slit. Laps up the wetness soaking through the satin.
Moaning, I tip back my head. My arms shake. My thighs do too.
“Blaise?”
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever had a man’s cock inside you?”
“Never.”
“Good. ’Cause mine is the only cock that will fill you full.”
His words are possessive, and grabbing him by the hair, I push him into my heat. He mouths my sex. My sex weeps and throbs. I tunnel my fingers deeper in his hair. Guide his face over my sex. He tongues and mouths my clit and folds through the satin. Heat uncoils in my belly. My body trembles.
“I . . . I’m close. So close.” I move my head side to side. Groan in frustration that I’m not ready for him to fill me full with his erection. He must’ve understood. His next words confirm it.
“Give me your glove, Blaise. Let me help you come, baby.”
Oh, his words. I love his words. My body on fire, I yank off one of my gloves and hand it to him. His hand is too big to fit inside my glove, but a finger or two is enough. He slides his finger over my arousal until the satin is shiny with my juices.
I wait in anticipation of him slipping his thick finger inside me, stretching me. Instead, he licks my juices off the satin gloves, and I can’t stop the moan slipping from my mouth.
“Too much?”
“No, not at all.” I close my eyes. He slides his fingers along my folds, soaking up my wetness.
I’m so turned on, I can wet the glove with my arousal.
“Can I touch your cheek and your lips with the glove, Blaise?”
“You want me to taste myself?”
“Yes, but only if you want to.”
“I do.”
I open my mouth. He sticks one gloved finger inside. I run my tongue over his finger. Suck my flavor from the satin. Close my mouth over his finger. Suck up and down the length of his finger. Lick it like a lollipop. His groan is heat in my belly. I open my eyes.
Maddox’s finger is in my mouth. His face is buried in my stomach. I reach down, and tunneling my fingers in his hair, I let go of his finger.
“Too much?” I see him through a haze of desire.
He yanks off the glove with his teeth. “Not enough. Jesus, Blaise, what you can do with your mouth.” He moves off the bed. Looks at the wet spots on the satin sheet. There are three. One over each nipple and a big wet spot over my sex.
He stares at my sex.
“Satin or silk panties, Blaise?”
“Silk.”
“Sexy choice. Put on a pair, baby.”
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