“More,” I demand as he braces his muscular arms above me and rears back. The next drive of his hips has me seeing stars as he hits me perfectly. And with the next, my entire body shudders.
“Tell me what you want …” he urges. I reply by ripping at his buckle, the clank of it damn near bringing me to orgasm by sound alone as I dip into his navy boxer briefs and grip his cock in my hand. Cursing, he keeps himself hovering above me with his arms locked as my gaze dips, and I stare down at the glossy drop of arousal seeping from the fat head of his perfect, thick dick before sweeping my thumb over it.
“Goddamn,” he swears as I look up to see him react to the feel of me, us.
“Now, please, now,” I order, unable to take another second. He fists off his shirt before helping to free me of my own. Gazing down at me, he thrusts again, keeping me primed and wanton. I spread my legs further just before he backs away, pulling off my UGGs and tossing them over his shoulder. Staring down at me with nothing but fire in his eyes, he unbuttons my jeans and peels them away along with my panties.
Lifting my upper half, he unclasps my bra and dives for the spoils, pulling the whole of my breast into his mouth as he lowers his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh before driving against me, his bare cock gliding against my soaked center. We both call out as the lust overtakes us, and he grips the back of the couch before driving into me in one claiming thrust.
Our blue flame turns blinding white as his hooded eyes lock on mine, and I gasp at the stretch and invasion. I gaze up at him, my mouth parted, my vision blurring. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Fuck, Natalie,” he hisses, his voice full of restraint. “Are you okay?”
“Please, please move,” I whimper as he stares down at me with lust and wonder.
“Condom,” he blows out a harsh breath. I lock my legs around him.
“I’m covered, please, Easton, please just fucking move,” I grit out on the verge of orgasm as my thrumming clit pulses against the edge of his buried cock. In the next breath, he rears back and thrusts in harder, burrowing further into me.
That’s all it takes for me to detonate, and I tighten around him, my body pulsating from head to toe as my orgasm rips through me.
“Fuck…Christ,” Easton rasps, eyes closing before he begins furiously pumping in and out of me. Expression coated with desire, he grips my hips and grinds me onto his cock with each deep thrust sending me over the edge a second time. He captures my cries with his mouth, seeming to feed off them before stopping suddenly.
“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, gently pulling out of me and standing abruptly, toeing his shoes off before shoving his jeans down and kicking them away.
I gaze up at him, fully bared, lips and legs parted, chest heaving as he stares down at me in a way that makes me feel perfect. The sight of him naked, cock hard and glistening with my orgasm, has me reaching for him, wanting every part of him touching every part of me. Planting his knees on the couch, he lifts my right leg, kissing his way from my ankle to my calf before trailing his tongue up my thigh and capturing the whole of my clit between his lips, sucking with fervor. Back arching from the sinful workings of his mouth, he kisses his way along my stomach, flicking my nipple with his tongue, briefly surrounding it with his lips before trailing his kiss up my throat and thrusting his tongue into my parted mouth. We moan in sync as he nestles himself between my thighs and slowly, so slowly, presses back into me. His shoulders tense beneath my palms as he pauses and stares down at me. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers hoarsely, “so incredibly beautiful,” he murmurs as he rolls his hips gently, thrusting harder and deeper as he continues to keep his pace.
Endless waves of pleasure roll through me as he draws it out, watching me come undone for him. He presses his forehead to mine. With every sure thrust, I lose myself further to him as we pant against each other’s mouths.
“Look at me,” he implores, cradling my face in his hands. Our eyes collide as he gazes down at me, mouth parted as he picks up his pace. I murmur praises until all words fall away, heart lurching toward his. With the next drive and skilled shift of his hips, I tip and fall, tightening around him and gasping into his mouth. My orgasm sets him off, and he unleashes, frantically fucking me as I lose my voice with the cry of his name. Gathering my hair in his fist, he pulls it back so I’m focused on his face as his expression twists in an exquisite mix of pleasure and relief. He releases a long, breath-stunted groan, as he slows his hips and pulses inside me. Visibly spent, he dips and captures my mouth, kissing me for lengthy seconds as our bodies quake in the aftermath.