Page 43 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“Do you like me now?” I asked.
Spike lowered himself toward me so that our lips were almost touching. I could feel his hot breath falling on my face. His fingers continued to move inside me. His thumb found my clit, circling and teasing.
“What do you think, Sabrina?” he said and then stopped. I cried out. I wanted more. Why did he stop?
“Not like this; you have to wait for me,” he said and started changing position. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He took off his clothes first. All his clothes. I stared at him with my mouth open. Drooling for his body.
I remained on the carpet while he positioned himself over me on the other side. He knelt behind my head, so his cock was above me. Right above my face.
“Open your mouth and take me in,” he commanded and I did exactly what he said. His cock pushed into my mouth. I could feel him deep inside my throat. Then he started moving, stretching…till his hands found my clit again.
Okay…like this…Nobody had ever fucked me like this, and I didn’t even know what I was doing. All I knew was that this felt good. This felt great. Spike’s hands on my clit while his cock was in my mouth. We were pushing each other to the edge, closer and closer till I started coming.
My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, taking over my whole body. I had to pull away from him because I was shaking and shuddering, crying out with pleasure, begging him to keep going. Spike didn’t stop.
He stretched himself further over me, pressing himself into my body so he could reach my pussy. His fingers pushed into my pussy while his mouth was on my clit, kissing and sucking, licking up all the hot juices that were flooding down the insides of my thighs.
By the time I was done, I saw stars. There was a haze in my eyes, and I had to blink repeatedly to get rid of it. I couldn’t even recognize where I was. Were we back in Spike’s apartment somehow?
He straightened up and I lay there on the carpet. I could feel my clit still throbbing from the force of the orgasm I had just experienced. Spike sat beside me, cross-legged, looking down at me with a pleased expression.
With one hand, he held his cock, stroking it slowly. His cock. It was still rock-hard, red and angry on the top because he hadn’t offloaded yet. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to give him everything and more.
I jumped up and he let out a small laugh. I climbed up in his lap, spreading my legs far apart so his cock could feel the slickness of my pussy. I was ready to go again. I would never stop wanting him or the way he wanted me.
My hands traveled down his abs, to the wound on the side of his stomach. He was still bandaged up. I wanted to ask him if it hurt, but he gave no clues that it did and I didn’t want to spoil the mood by asking too many questions. It seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about it.
I kissed him, tasting my own pussy on his lips. I kissed him harder, grinding myself into him. His cock dug into my flesh. I could feel it throbbing, growing even harder now. I wanted him inside me, so I pushed myself into him.
He wasn’t expecting it. His cock slid into me, filled me up and I let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally. He was inside me, where he was meant to be this whole time. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tipped my head back as we started moving together. Our bodies colliding. Rising and falling. My breasts bounced in front of his face and he kissed the base of my neck.
“You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled under his breath. As if he was speaking to himself rather than to me.
“And you are the sexiest man I have met or ever will meet,” I declared in a low whispery hiss. A part of me hoped he hadn’t heard. I didn’t know how he would take that confession. I didn’t want to freak him out, but it was out there now. We didn’t stop moving. I bounced on his lap, over and over again, with his cock deep inside me…till we were coming. We were coming together. I fell on him while our hips thrust toward each other’s. His cock filled me. I welcomed him in. Every part of me belonged to him in that moment, I just didn’t know how to explain it to him if he asked.Somehow, we had managed to climb into my bed together. We were silently lying beside each other, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of us had spoken much. Maybe he was thinking about what to say. I definitely was…there were some things that had been said to each other in the throes of…passion…I didn’t know whether to repeat them or not.
