Page 74 of Stains of Desire

I wipe my face with my arm then diligently shave her. I finish and wipe her with a wet rag.

Her face is flushed, and all I have to do is look at her eyes to see she wants more. I kick the ottoman away, kneel, and throw her legs over my shoulders. This time, I utilize every part of my mouth possible, licking, sucking, and biting into her as she screams out and writhes against my face.

She's my meal, and I'm hungry.

Her smooth skin squeezes my neck. My name and her incoherent cries of ecstasy fill the air until she's hoarse, and I'm so hard I can't take it anymore.

I lurch up and straddle her.

She tugs my body to her face and licks my cock like a lollipop. I grasp her head, holding myself back from pushing her farther on me.

Everything she said she would do to me, she does. Tormenting me with her tongue and teeth before deep throating me with perfect suction.

She moans when my pre-cum drips out of my cock and digs her fingers into my ass.

"Fuck, green eyes," I growl. As much as I want her to swallow every drop of me, I want to make her lose all control on my cock more.

I move back, kneel, and part her lips with my tongue. She hungrily matches my urgency, gripping my back.

I yank her hips to the end of the seat and push her ankles next to her ass. I inch inside her. She's so tight, I groan and slide back out before inching farther in.

Her moan is animalistic. Her expression is heavy with need, already partially satiated but wanting more.

"I love your body, green eyes. Everything about it."

"More," she pants, surprising me by grabbing my ass and tugging me toward her. As I enter her farther, she gasps but urgently moves her hips. Her eyelids briefly shut.

I reposition her legs around my waist and slide my arms around her, and one hand palms her head, tugging at her hair.

We spend the entire encounter lip to lip, in a fury of hot greed, needing more from the other and taking whatever we can get. Every kiss she gives me is an injection of adrenaline and endorphins. It stirs in my veins.

She's the one. I know she is. I don't need to analyze it or date her forever to understand it. She is what has been missing in my life.

Our bodies become one, pretzeled together and thrusting. We hit our high together, our cries competing with the rumbling of the storm.

She collapses in my arms, her face in my neck. I stroke her hair, trying to catch my breath.

She's mine. I'm hers. I'll go to the ends of the earth for her. And no woman has ever had that effect on me.