Crown's Chance at Love (28 page)

I want her so badly, my nerves are on edge. My reaction to her. My need to have her surprises me every time I am near her. Right now as she is standing mere inches away, topless and almost completely bare, I can feel a primal energy flowing through me, unlike anything I had ever felt.

“I love the way you smell,” I whisper roughly into her ear, and breathe her in once more. Her head arching back, my lip lightly grazing the shell of her ear I whisper, “So fucking sweet baby.”

Both of my hands gripping her hips harder I pull her backside to me and I hear her gasp as she feels my hard-on poke her back. She knows exactly the effect she has on me.

“I’m sorry I picked a fight earlier, ”she whispers and I notice her voice a little choppy.

“I like the way you apologize baby,” I say as my mouth is on her neck, she laughs nervously.

“Mike…”

“Do you remember that night in your office?” I whisper against her ear, still breathing her in deep, wanting her scent to be fucking engraved in my memory.

“Mmhmm.” I can tell she is incredibly on edge. Her body is tense as she shivers again.

“Last time you caught me off guard baby. That won’t happen again. You are going to come first tonight.” I lower my mouth to her neck and she moves to give me room. I stop kissing her skin and go back to her ear, “I want you so bad I can taste you baby,” I lean my head until my mouth touches her shoulder, her ass tightly pressed to my front. Her head arches back as she slightly purrs.

“Do you know how hard it’s been going all this time without a taste? Without touching you?” My voice is gruff and she whimpers.

“Tell me this is what you want baby. Tell me this is what you need,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear and she nods, but I need more than that, I need her words.

“Tell me,” I say gruffly my hands not moving from her hips. My fingers are slightly digging more into her skin. I am holding onto a thin thread. I am fighting between what I want to do to her and the fact that I shouldn’t.

“I need you Mike,” she says softly and damn if that doesn’t just fucking do something to me.

Pulling us back I sit on the edge of the bed, her legs between mine. Her beautiful round ass encased in blue lace, almost eye level in my face. My hands are at her hips. The sight of it, driving me fucking crazy. My right hand goes to her shoulders, my fingers lightly grazing and outlining the base of her neck, going back down to the center of her spine again. One finger tracing her spine slowly from the back of her neck, slowly moving it to the center then down the slope of her back all the way to right above her ass. My finger pulls the lace down and I lean in to kiss her hip. The exact spot of where my hands had just been touching her smooth skin.

Her body is fucking incredible.

Smooth and soft. An incredible warmth coming off of her that I just wanted to get wrapped up in. Pulling her panties down until the blue lace reached her knees, I spread her legs a little and I hear her sharp intake of air. I trace the outside of her thighs lightly, having my fingers skim her creamy skin from her hips to slightly above her knees. Then digging my fingers in deeper I move my hands to the front of her thighs. The small of her back is in front of me, creamy and soft like cashmere. I pull her in as close as possible. Sprinkling small kisses slightly above where her back swells, she fucking purrs for me, gasping little soft whimpers that make my mouth water. Once my fingers reach her mound, I slowly move so that I can trace her. Her clit fucking swollen and wet I keep moving my fingers slowly, tracing her slit until I reach her core that’s fucking dripping for me.  

“Is this for me baby?” I ask, my voice sounding deep and hoarse. “Are you wet for me ?” I ask  looking at the back of her head and I see her nod.

“Tell me Sabrina, who are you wet for baby?” Her body quivers, her hips try to buck into my finger but I hold her in place with one hand, “Tell me.”

“You Mike… I’m wet for you. Please I need…”

“I know what you need… I’ll get you there.” I tell her this as my finger moves over to her clit and I gently rub that pretty pink swollen pearl. Moving my finger back to her core I slip my finger into her. She’s so tight and wet and fucking hot. Her honey coats my finger, making it easy to glide it in and out. I hear her moaning and pleading with me to give her more. I smile as she tries to squirm and buck but I won’t let her. Not yet. I am going to make this last as long as I can.

I can smell her arousal and it fucking makes me harder than I already was, making me want to taste her. I can hear her whimpers and moans. My mouth on her hip I bite it and her back arches towards me. Gently taking my finger out of her I turn her to face me. Standing in front of her I kiss her slow and she presses into my body. My hands in her hair, controlling the kiss and she lets me. She doesn’t even think twice about it. Fuck. Fuck I love that. I love the way she gave into me without questioning or trying to make a powerplay, or fucking mind games. No, my girl let me take control and she enjoyed it. I could feel her tightly beaded nipples crushed against my chest, the smell of her sex permeating the fucking air making us completely lost in a fog of need and lust.

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Sabrina

His kiss was hard and hungry. Like he was starving for me and I was more than willing to give him anything he needed to satisfy that hunger. I wanted him to touch me with his talented fingers. As we drink from one anothers’ mouths, tasting each other, enjoying one another. The more I got from the more I needed. Almost as if reading my thoughts he broke our kiss. His jaw was slightly skimming my chin and neck as he kissed the skin there, his mouth hot and wet.

His confidence, the way he carried himself was so incredibly sexy.

It wasn’t in a cocky arrogant way that he carried himself, no. He carried himself with a confidence that he knew he could drive me crazy with need and want. He knew what to do when I gave him the reins and he knew what to do with it when I passed control to him. So entranced with his mouth on my neck I didn’t realize he was turning us around until the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed.

Wordlessly he laid me down onto his bed, his body draped over mine. His body feels glorious. His skin is hot to the touch and the strong muscles beneath my fingers are beautiful, strong. Before I can explore too much he grabs my wrist in a vice like grip and smirks devilishly at me shaking his head.

“Don’t move your hands. Keep them above your head,” he demands, his words making me needier as the tone of his voice makes me melt even more. His complete masculinity is alluring and I am completely captivated by him. I can’t seem to do anything other than surrender to anything he’d ask for.

His hands go to my face loving the look in his ice blue eyes.There is something there. Something that through my drugged like fog of lust I couldn’t even try to comprehend at the moment. I would have seen something that would have left me breathless. speechless. But i was too enthralled on feeling every touch. every caress. Every breath that skimmed my skin . Every sound that escaped our lip. Feeling the hair from his goatee scrape against my jaw, his lips moving down to the spot that drives me crazy on my neck makes my toes curl.

“Mike…,” I gasp arching my back, my hands dying to go into his hair. I can hear his chuckle and see him shake his head.

“Don’t move your hands, or maybe I should tie you down to my bed?” he says gruffly against my ear. I whimper as the image of being tied to his bed saturates my thoughts. My fingers digging into the sheets grabbing hold of them tightly, knuckles white clutching the soft fabric closely, I concentrate, taking every ounce of self control not to let go worried that if I did, he’d stop.

“I think you would like that. Wouldn’t you baby? Tied up. At my mercy. Letting me do whatever I wanted to you…” he says against my ear. I bite my lower lip trying not to squirm, but I ache for his touch. “Knowing I would take care of you, please you….eventually once I had my fill of playing with you.” he says against my skin and I whimper.

“Maybe next time,” he says against the side of my face, surprising me how hot it made me to hand him that type of control and power. His lips are finally on mine kissing me softly making any thoughts of being tied up disappear.

His mouth slowly moves away from my lips as they start an exploration of my body. From my neck to my chest, his mouth’s invasion on skin that hasn’t been touched this way in too long starts to brew a storm inside of me. He kisses and licks and nips my skin until his mouth finally reaches my nipples. Longing and need coursing through my veins, my nerves are on edge. His mouth feels like a catch twenty-two, relief at finally reaching a destination, yet only to fuel the need for more. One of his hands going to my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. My mind is delirious with the ache and yearning for more. After kissing and licking and nipping at both of my breasts, his talented mouth trails down to my navel.

“You are so beautiful Sabrina,” he says almost in a whisper against my skin, almost as if he’s talking to himself.

I arch my back at the feel of his breath on my skin. Any thoughts of being self-conscious of him seeing my body this way is becoming non-existent as I feel his hardness poking my leg. His body is so big and strong yet graceful and flexible as he leaned into me. His mouth moves taking turns torturing me as he kisses and licks the sides of my body under my breasts. His mouth finally moving down to my hips. His hands possessively holding onto my hips, his long strong fingers holding my hips down. His mouth coming to my front, his nose at my mound I futilely try to buck my body up towards him, but his hands held me down, unwilling to give me what I needed. I look at him as he kneels on the floor in front of the bed, my bottom now at the edge of his bed. I wantonly open my legs for him as my eyes are on him. He licks his lips as he looks at me bare in front of him, his gaze going to mine.

“So fucking pretty baby,” he says pulling my ankle up to the edge of the bed so I am now lying in front of him spread eagle, surprising me at how erotic it all felt. His nose is grazing my inner thigh. Breathing in deep, he places a wet warm kiss on my inner thigh. My need for him so  big that my body aches and throbs. Repeating his torture on the other thigh, my body squirming and all I can do is hold onto the sheets even tighter.

Then it what I had wanted… needed happened and I felt breathless.

His mouth reached my center and I couldn’t stay quiet. Not if I had a gun to my head could I have stayed silent or muffled the mews of pleasure that escaped my lips.  Arching my body up, one of his hands going to the center of my stomach, open palmed pushing me down onto the bed. His name on my lips repeating over and over as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge of no return.

“You taste so good Sabrina,” he says, his lips a whisper against my sensitive flesh, his voice gruff. He lapped at my center slow like he was savoring me, worshipping me. Suddenly he was moving away from my pussy. I whimper at the loss of his mouth and even with the hard racing thumping of my heart at my ears I heard him chuckle. Not even a second later he slides two of his thick long fingers into me. Slowly sliding them in and out making me moan loudly. I fruitlessly try to squirm to move into his fingers, trying to wordlessly convey I needed him to go faster, but he keeps his pace slow and torturous until I give in and stay still. One hand still on my stomach the other at my core he finally picks up the pace, sliding his thick fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. I can barely breathe from how great it feels, when his mouth goes back to my clit. I feel the warmth and heat from his mouth, bringing my clit closer to him he starts to suck and lick furiously. Behind my closed eyes I can feel it, the enormity of my orgasm on the edge.

“Mike…,” I gasp, “Oh shit… I’m….I’m going to…”

He pushes his fingers in deeper touching just the right spot working me. Paying with me as if he had done it a thousand times. I was so lost in hoarse whispers, dirty words I didn’t see how close I was until I was there. With a silent scream I rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed hard and fast over my body. One after another until they were nothing but small ripples of pleasure he slowed, but much to my surprise he didn’t stop. Mike pushed my limits as he started up his speed faster, harder. His fingers pushing in and out as my body bucked beneath his mouth and fingers looking for it again. Before I knew it he was suddenly bringing me over the edge all over again. His names  on my lips the room filled with heavy breathing, moans but I still heard him gro. His sexy voice and the sounds that came from his throat made me look at him as I tried to catch my breath, fighting away the delicious exhaustion that hit my body. Without realizing it at one point, he had moved his hand off of my stomach and he had been stroking himself as he took care of me. Just as I realize what is happening I move up onto my elbows and watch him as he is about to come.

“Fuck… Sabrina!” he groans out loudly and he grunts, his fingers still deep inside of me, as thick white ropes of cum shot into the air hitting his flat muscular stomach.

His face down by my knees, breathing heavy, I feel his lips kiss them. Softly almost reverently. He slowly takes his fingers out of me. Still kneeling in front of me, his hands stroking the skin on my outer thighs I lay back in bed. My hands reaching for his at my thighs stroking his skin slowly, lazily trying to calm my furiously beating heart. Feeling content and sated I can’t help the smile on my face as I try not to think too much about what had just happened.