90- In fact is funny

I laugh softly at the torment on his face, but soon lower to place a sensual kiss on the skin beneath his pulse in his neck.
A harsh breath escapes him at the contact and I’m spurred on. I place another kiss on his shoulder, on his nipples and continue to trace kisses across his skin, tasting every inch of his flesh until I reach his navel. I thrust my tongue into it and it causes his entire frame to jerk.
“‘Blair!” He laughs.
I’m equally as amused as I continue the assault till my lips reach his groin.
For the first time I don’t feel hurried, although there is an intense sense of urgency for us to get the other off. Today however, I’m going to take my time to enjoy every bit of him. Since I’m already somewhat selling my soul, then I’m going to enjoy every second of the perks.
His cock is soon in my mouth and at my hard suck of the wet damp head, his hand finds its way to his hair.
I absolutely love how restless he’s becoming under my touch, his hips jerking and jutting as I proceed to lick and plant kisses up and down his shaft. Then I return to the head and take him into my mouth as deeply as he will go. I have to stop when he hits the back of my throat and then with my lips firmly closed around his thick column, and my teeth lightly scraping the sensitive skin, I pull off him. Next is his balls which I suck greedily on and then the feasting begins.
“Fuck,” he curses aloud as my mouth and hands settle on a frantic rhythm in milking him. “Blair…” His body shudders as my tongue laps up the arousing discharge from the head. Then I return to bobbing my head and hands up and down his shaft.
Not long after, he is spilling completely into my mouth and I’m lapping up as much of him as I can. His deep groans echo endlessly in the room and it fills my chest with pride at just how intensely the

orgasm affects his body.
“Fuck! Blair!” He growls as he throws one hand across his face to hide his expression from me.
I watch in amusement as he recovers as I take off the rest of my clothes, relishing just how almost magical it is to be able to make a man‒ who is so used to being in control‒ completely lose it.
With my knees digging into the mattress, I lower my ass and grab onto his already hardening cock to impale myself onto. My body quivers at the sensation of him filling me up, stretching me tight and soothing an ache deep within that nothing else can.
My hands are all over his rock-hard torso as I clench and unclench my walls, relishing every thick inch of him.
I sense him begin to rise, and when he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss, my eyes flutter open. His muscled arms band around my waist and they meld my body to his. This position is staggeringly intimate. Every rise and fall of my chest in labored breathing is synchronized with his as his ocean blue eyes bore into mine. We’re so close that I can trace the specs of gold and grey in his irises and almost count the lashes along his lids.
Down below, our bodies are so deeply connected that it’s as though we have melded into one.
My eyes sting with tears as I move him in and out of me and I can’t understand why. Also, it’s not helping that he’s watching me, enthralled as though he’s committing every single feature of my face and expression to memory.
Then he leans forward to press a kiss to my lids and my entire body quivers. “You’re so fucking beautiful Blair,” he whispers to me.
I feel a surge of anger fill my chest. Violently, I push him away from me until he lets go and falls back to the bed. Then with my hands pressed to his torso, I lift my ass off his groin and slam back onto him. A few moments ago, we were making love, but right now this is nothing beyond the primal act of fucking. The maddening need to pound viciously into the other for the sole purpose of chasing a release that we both desperately crave. I clench my eyes shut, so I won’t see him and he wouldn’t be able to see that deeply into my eyes again. It made me feel too exposed and too vulnerable. So I pound my hips ruthlessly against him.
My orgasm this time around, is crippling. It arrives as a fierce wave of pleasure that slams into me and steals the breath out of me. My cry rings out across the room, drowning out all else but I’m aware that he too has climaxed. I feel the spill of his seed deep inside me, and the warmth and heat of it all, makes me dizzy.

I’m no longer able to sit up straight, so I collapse on top of him and then eventually, find the strength to roll off to the side.
I immediately curve my body into a fetal position, still trembling from the endless waves of the shattering experience. I want to go home so I can manage the turmoil of emotions currently barraging through me, but I’m certain I won’t not be able to walk for the next few minutes. So I proceed to wait until I feel him sling an arm around my waist. Before I can complain, my naked body is brought possessively against his. My ass settles in the crook of his groin while his arm curves over my breasts, positions that are very effective in making me once again, lose my mind.
All I want is to soak in the heat and scent of his skin, but this depth of intimacy is too dangerous. So I somehow find the strength and try to pull away from him.
But he refuses to let me go. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and begins to drift off to sleep. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispers into my ear.