Untamed (54 page)

Dee leans back on the bed, and puts a hand on my chest, pushes me back.

“I want to watch you.”

Those words send my heart surging.

She runs a finger down my chest, leaves a trail of burning skin. Her finger roams downward, over the bumps of my tight abdominals.

I’m already beading pre-cum, so turned on by her. I can see her cheeks starting to flush red, and her breathing is quickening.

I begin to jerk myself off in front of her, slow at first, watch her as she watches me, as her tongue wets her lips.

I never take my eyes off her as I pleasure myself, work myself right to the edge, then back myself off.

She sees it, the pleasure in my face, the desire and lust I feel for her, and her hand creeps down her body, and I watch her as she touches herself.

God, it’s the hottest sight on Earth, and my cock gets impossibly harder, so hard it almost hurts.

“Come for me,” she breathes.

I work myself faster, harder, never taking my eyes off her face. Her eyes narrow at her own pleasure, her mouth parts more, her breaths quicken more.

Her hand moves faster, and I hear a soft moan escape her lips, and I’m right there, right on the edge, and bliss thrills through my body, and my lust for her is like fire in my veins.

“Fuck, Dee,” I groan, my thighs tensing. “Fuck.”

I come hard, and the pinpoint of pleasure sears my senses, and I groan, pump myself wildly. I fire my load, it slaps the wall, and then my second, third, fourth.

I go to her, and she falls into my arms, looks up at me and I crush my lips against hers, kiss her, love the feel of her hot breath on my face, so close, so intimate.

“God, you are sexy,” I tell her, still hard, still ready. I can’t imagine ever getting soft around her.

She kisses me again, bites my lip, then with a palm on my chest guides me around until I’m on the bed. She climbs onto me, straddles me.

She takes a condom from her bedside drawer, tears it open and rolls it down my manhood, and then I feel her fingers on my balls.

I put my hands on her hips, bring her over me, and groan as she lowers herself onto me slowly, as I feel myself enter her. She’s so tight, makes me feel so good.

Dee bites her lip, scrunches up her face, eases into me slowly with a soft moan.

“You feel bigger than last time,” she tells me.

I run my hands up her side, but she takes them and guides them above my head.

“Keep them there,” she tells me, and she runs her fingers down my body, tracing the lines of my tattoos down my sides. “I like it when you put your arms above your head.”

She begins to ride me slowly, shuts her eyes and she just looks all the more sexy for it. Her fingers go to my nipples, and she rings them, then puts her palms on my chest, and leans forward.

Her wet hair falls around my face, she lifts herself up slowly, brings me all the way out of her, and I groan at the sensation.

All I want to do is thrust my hips hard, bury myself inside her, but I get the feeling she’s calling the shots right now.

And that’s sexy to me. I like that.

A teasing smile parts her lips as she lowers herself back onto me, but just to my tip. She gyrates her hips, and God if it doesn’t wind me up so completely.

I want to grip onto her, pull her hair back, lick a swathe of skin up her neck and bottom out inside her, fuck her crazily.

I lower one hand, but she slaps my arm.

“Don’t,” she says, continuing to tease me.

Her face bunches up in pleasure as my cockhead slides in and out of her, as I stretch her.

And when I can take it no more I wrap my arms around her, pull her toward me, claim her lips in mine and thrust myself all the way inside her.

She lets out a sharp moan into my mouth, but I don’t let her go. I fuck her hard, fast, bury myself inside her over and over again.

Dee can’t concentrate, can’t kiss me, but I don’t care, I just want her lips on mine, her breath on my face, her moans.

I grip her ass, drive myself into her recklessly, wildly, and the sticky slaps of our skin are loud, seem to echo in the room.

“Fuck,” she says, her body growing tight in my arms, her back arching upward, her eyes clamping shut.

I fuck her for all I’m worth, slap her ass, grip her thighs. I reach in between us, find her stiff pearl, rub it fast just how I know she likes it.

“Ohhhh,” she moans, and her body tightens more, and I know she’s nearly there again.

I don’t stop, I keep the same rhythm, and she drops her head onto my chest as I pound into her over and over again.

“Oh shit!” she cries. “I’m going to come!”

She opens her mouth, lets out a long mewl of pleasure as she climaxes, as ecstasy crashes over her like waves at a beach.

She shudders and shivers, her body a rigid snapshot of pleasure, and I feel her squeezing around me, so tight around me.

I groan, let go, and climax myself, emptying myself again, my balls tightening, my cock jumping inside her.

And then it’s over, and she collapses on top of me, and I hold her tight, and our breathing is aligned, and it’s like our hearts beat as one.

Her hand finds mine, and we interlock fingers. Dee’s face is against my chest, rising and falling with my quick breathing, and I kiss her forehead, hold her harder against me still, and wonder at this feeling I now have inside my chest.

It’s like a blooming, a firework exploding in slow motion. It’s… I don’t know how to put it into words, but I do know one thing. I can’t imagine myself being with anybody else. She’s all I want, all I need.

I never want there to be a day where I don’t have her, where I can’t see her smile, smell her smell, taste her lips. Where I can’t talk to her, laugh with her, be with her.

We lie together on the bed for ages, just her and I, alone in the universe, not sleeping, not talking. Our fingers talk, and our hands talk as we touch each other’s bodies, and fuck if it isn’t the best feeling in the world.

Eventually we fall asleep, her in my arms.

And I’m the happiest I’ve ever fucking been.