Filed to story: Can’t Get Enough Of You
He was on top of me in a flash, kissing me, his hands roaming my body, touching me, tracing my curves with his fingers.
He pulled up my shirt, exposing my bra, and moved his head to my chest. He kissed a line along my bra cup, leaving a trail of fire on the tender skin of my breasts.
I tugged my shirt over my head, and arched my back when Nolan tried to reach around me. He unclasped my bra and pulled it off, and I lay in front of him, topless.
For a moment, I was shy. No matter how immediately close I felt to him, he was still unknown to me. And I was suddenly as good as naked. His eyes slid over my breasts and then back to my face.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said.
I blushed and he leaned down to kiss me. He cupped my left breast, his fingers strong and sure, knowing exactly what he wanted. I moaned as he kneaded my breast, his fingers finding my erect nipple, and he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped and moaned, his attention to my breast sending electric jolts to my pussy, making me even wetter.
Nolan dipped his head, breaking the kiss, and his mouth found my right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and I moaned as he licked and sucked me, balancing me between his hand on one breast and his mouth on the other.
For a while, all I could do was lose myself in the sensation of Nolan worshiping my body. He made me feel incredible. And we hadn’t done anything below the belt yet-he was still fully dressed and I was still wearing my pants.
As if Nolan knew that I’d been thinking it, he started moving down my body, kissing his way over my stomach. His fingers made quick work of unbuttoning my jeans, and he slowly peeled them down my legs, as if he was unwrapping a gift. Slowly. Sensually, deliciously.
His fingers were hot on my skin when he got rid of my jeans and ran his hands up my legs. He parted my thighs, and breathed hot air on me.
I moaned and curled on the bed.
When he closed his mouth over me and flicked his tongue over my clit, I cried out.
I pushed my hands into his hair, grabbing fistfuls and curling my fingers through his thick, dark hair.
Nolan started lapping at the delicate folds of my sex, licking and sucking and pushing me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.
I trembled and squirmed on the bed, pulling his head against my pussy, bucking my hips as I got closer and closer.
When he pushed two fingers into me, it was what I needed to topple over the edge. Pleasure washed over me. I cried out and closed my legs around Nolan’s head. He chuckled, and his deep voice reverberated through my body, settling at my core as I came.
When I came down from my sexual bliss, Nolan pushed up onto his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. I ogled his body.
God, he was hot. Chiseled as fuck, every individual muscle carved and beautiful. He was an Adonis, carved by the angels and sent to Earth for women like me to drool over.
He chuckled when I couldn’t stop staring.
“You’re like a GQ magazine model,” I said, and felt like an idiot for saying it. I blushed, but Nolan only laughed.
I sat up and started working on his pants. I undid the button on his jeans, pulled the zipper down, and set his cock free.
And God, he was delicious. Impressive, straining, silk over steel, and his tip was slick with his lust for me.
I glanced up at him.
He kissed me again, leaning down, cupping my cheeks, and gently nudged me back so that I lay on my back. He crawled over me, and my legs fell open for him.
When his cock pressed against my entrance, I held my breath, and let it out in a long moan when he pushed into me.
Fuck, he felt incredible.
I trembled, my muscles clenching tightly around the size of him.
Nolan started moving, and I forgot about everything around us. All that existed in this moment was me and Nolan and the absolute pleasure that exploded in my center when he started moving in and out of me.
I gripped his shoulders when he started fucking me. He was in total control, pumping his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me, and I was along for the ride. My fingers dug into his skin and I cried out with every thrust as he sank deeper and deeper into me.
The sensation started building another orgasm inside me. I gave myself over to the pleasure as I came undone at the seams.
When I orgasmed again, my body clamped down on his cock and Nolan grunted, slowing his pace until he stroked in and out of me torturously slowly.
When I recovered from my second orgasm, breathing hard, he leaned down and kissed me.
“Get on top of me,” he said.
“What?”
He kissed me another time, so deeply I couldn’t think straight.
“I want you to ride me.”
I shivered at the way he said it. His voice was commanding, his eyes a piercing blue, and I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted. Just as I wanted to take what I needed.
I’d never had sex like this, so intense, so connected and sensual.
Nolan rolled onto his back, his cock standing up in the air, ready for me to mount him. I clambered onto him and when I lowered myself onto his cock, we groaned in unison.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
“It’s you,” I replied, gasping, “your size is… incredible.”
He chuckled, but it was cut short when he pulled me down and kissed me. While our lips were locked and our tongues swirled around each other, I started moving back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of me.
I rocked harder, faster, moaned when he penetrated me, deeper and deeper.