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Richard wrapped an arm firmly around Layla’s waist and she felt his lips brush against the small of her back. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled her back into the bed with no resistance. His mouth sought out hers and their lips moved together, hot and wet and still needy after a night’s fulfillment. His hands brushed down her sides, tracing the line of her rib cage, the angle of her hips and then back up to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. His mouth traveled across the line of her jaw, leaving a trail of bite marks across the soft skin. He dragged her earlobe between his teeth, scraping the delicate flesh, and then whispered, “Tell me you want me.” His breath was warm against her already fevered flesh.
“Yes,” she breathed out. He nudged up her jaw, exposing the pale column of her neck. He bit and sucked and licked the line of her pulse until he got to her collar where he sank his teeth into the skin. Her moan shivered against the roof of her mouth as she grabbed his shoulders. She felt the muscles flex under her hands and stroked her fingers down the broad planes of his back. She smiled as his back curved under her touch, arching his spine against the path of her fingers. His hands squeezed her breasts again and he bent his mouth to them, first one and then the other, sucking them into his mouth, his tongue swirling circles around them that echoed the ones he had danced around her clit earlier.
Layla arched under the touch, pressing her breasts against his mouth. “Please,” she begged, and he added his teeth to the array of tools he bent to her pleasure. “Richard,” she gasped out as his teeth slid across the taut peak of her breast. He slid his hands under her back and rolled with her, bringing her astride his hips. Their mouths met again, and she bit his bottom lip with no pretense at gentility or gentleness but pure animalistic need. His hands spasmed on her thighs at the aggression and he slipped one hand between her legs, sliding along the damp skin. She bucked helplessly against the touch, digging her nails into his chest, little half-moon markers of her ecstasy written on his body.
He grinned at the pain and pushed harder with his fingers, slipping deeper into her, and dragged his spread fingers against the sides of her clit. The little cry she made as her eyes fell shut and her mouth fell open was pure music and he grabbed a handful of her long red hair and pulled her back down to him, letting her sing into the cathedral of his mouth. He continued with the smooth drag of his hand between her legs, smiling devilishly as she rocked her hips against his hand trying to get him to actually touch her clit rather than the teasing touches to either side. “Please, Richard,” she begged against his mouth, the slick sheen of sweat glistening on her upper lip. She licked the salt from under his bottom lip, his own unique taste rich on her tongue.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, setting her back several inches and then sliding her back up to where she had been, this time sliding her over his cock so her lips slid around it. His hard shaft rubbed against her, and he groaned as her clit slid over the sensitive skin under the tip of his cock. She felt it too, and pushed herself back up, her hips swiveling in a tight circle that ground them together. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them hard as she moved like a dancer, her clit en pointe in a perfect pirouette. Her head fell back and her spine bowed as every nerve in her body was pulled tight like she was a marionette at the hands of a puppeteer. She could feel his thick cock rubbing against her with every movement, the veins adding friction against her tight little nub.
“Richard,” she gasped out, “please!” She needed something else, something more, but there was not enough blood to make her brain discover what it was as it pooled hotly between her legs, burning all the oxygen in her lungs to fuel the fire scorching her veins.
He pinched her nipple, scratching his nail against the ruddy tip and that little sweet spark of pain was all it took for her to shatter. He sank his fingers into the fleshy curve of her hips and kept her movement going, not willing to let this creature of flame burn to ashes so quickly. She ground out the spasms, clit and cock sliding together in a pas de deux that left her spiraling, exhausted, collapsing on his chest.
He lifted her face to his for a kiss, a sweet coda before he wrapped his arms around her silken back and rolled her over again, nestling himself between her thighs. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, securing them at their extremity with one hand around her wrists. His slid his hand under her rear and lifted her hips and drove into her with one long hard slow movement, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip in an attempt to keep his raging want under control and not simply pound himself into her.
She linked her ankles behind his back, digging her heels in right above the curve of his buttocks as she pushed her hips up to take him deeper, seat him firmly within her. Her breath was still coming in pants, her breasts heaving as she started to move. “Please, Richard. Please,” she begged, “just let yourself go and take me. Don’t hold back.”
Those words slipped his bonds and he set up a hard, fast tempo. The sound of her wetness enticed him to look down between their bodies and watch the slide in and out and in again of his cock into her velvet heat. The smack of skin against skin was the accompaniment to his grunting gasps for breath. He bent his head to her shoulder, his eyes closed, able to concentrate on nothing but the feel of her body pinned helplessly beneath him and yet wanting not to escape but to surrender even more, welcoming his conquest. He could feel the quiver in her stomach that signaled her impending collapse as their bodies moved against each other and he moaned her name against her throat. “Come with me one more time, Layla.” He bit her softly, his incisors pinpricks of delight against her throat and she came up off the bed the few inches his restraint of her allowed. She contracted helplessly around him and his name shuddering across her chapped lips pulled him with her into that sea of pleasure that they had swam in so many times before.
