“Yes, baby, that’s it. I want you to scream my name whenever you cum. You don’t have any idea how lovely and damn, you are soooo fucking sexy right now.” Jayson lapped every drop of her cum and cleaned her up with his tongue riding her down from her orgasm. He wasn't aware he was using foul language himself, with all the increased and heightened libido that is almost to devour him completely. If not for his concerns and worry about her being, he would love to indulge, and he has a wild, crazy feeling she will enjoy herself even more. But she will, without a doubt, find it hard even to stand after he is done with her because he is going to take her in every position possible in every corner of the room.
"Fuckkkkk!" just thinking how she is going to be ravished by him when the time comes ignites his strings of biological urges. He can feel his whole being stiffen in a state of divine euphoria. His cock was as hard as a giant crowbar. Unbendable. He feels like he can dig a hole on a concrete wall with it. So hard and aching, longing to be latched into a glorious hole. A tight, delicious, and pulsating hole.
He was making himself busy not to entertain his devious thoughts. He kissed her thighs, her skin around her juice-pouring pussy. It had turned crimson red from all his punishing kisses and vehement adoration. The beddings were almost peeled off from the bedframe as she kept pulling here and there whenever her orgasm would build up until she reaches her peak and explodes. She tries to move away, and Jayson would chase her, pull her back in place and keep doing what his ways on her. She would do her everything she could to escape from his impassioned kisses, but Jayson would never let her go until she cums. Only then would Jayson be satisfied and let her loose a little.
He let her regain her breathing. He was content as he watched her flushed pink and crimson all over, body. Shivering in the slight touch as her sensitivity heightened. She was feeling like sho might come if he even lay his hands anywhere on her body right now.
She chuckled at how she felt. All of these were totally new to her.
Anna pulled his face to her reach and kissed him hard. This man. Her man. He introduced a new world of pleasure to her. She can never compare him with anyone since she didn't have those experiences, but she is convinced she will never crave anything more than he can offer. His tongue, mouth, and hands alone are driving her crazy and making her succumb to his enslaving touch. How much more if she can have all of him in every possible way. She might even faint. She is afraid she might not keep up with his vigor. But she is absolutely certain. She will never lack not left longing. She can be sure sex would never be a reason they will have a complicated married life. He knew just how to please her. She even felt he was in his own way, worshipping her. Her heart shook at the thought.
Now she wants to please him back. She wants to shake inhibitions off and dance to the tune of seduction. He is going to be her man. Whether she does it well or not, he won't badmouth her when she turns her back. And anyway, she will just try to return whatever sensation he had made her feel.
Holding him in her embrace, she kissed him. A kiss that conveys his heart's content. Passion. Gratitude. Desire. And for the first time in her life, she thinks - because she wasn't sure, She thinks she felt "loved" in a sensual way. So she wanted to give him back every bit of emotions that he made her feel. She kissed him soft and slow, not rushing over anything but savoring every affection that sways with it. He was again swept on his feet with how she was taking him over. She let her do as she wished, enjoying himself every sweetness this beautiful woman is enchantingly giving him. She hugged him, and with his help, she rolled them both. She landed on top of him.
“Now, it’s my turn," Still floating in the abyss of bliss. She showered him with kisses. Soft, light, and sweet kisses from his eyes, to the tip of his prominent nose, the side of his lips, just the sides and around his expecting lips, chasing her as she moved away to trail kisses all over his jaw, down to his neck. Using her lips and tongue to keep him distracted, her hands flew to where his waist. Since he was lying flat on the bed, she was able to slide a hand into his trousers.
"Anna...." He moaned her name so sweetly. Contemplating. Exhaling loudly as if diffusing his lust to deflation. But he sounded even more erotic and encouraging to Anna's ears. He was so hard that though she can touch him, it wasn't freely as she wished to do. She had to take out her hands and just rub his length above his pants.
"Ahhhhh.... fffffuuu..." He almost cursed, but he was aware Anna was not as lost in her senses as a while ago, so he held his tongue. He felt relief that she removed her hands. He was almost to surrender when he felt her soft hand inside his boxers.
But little did he know that Anna was so far away from backing out.
Showering him more kisses, she let her hands roam around his muscled body. Along with her kisses, she sensually groped his bulgy chest muscles, licked its nipples, and just as he did, she playfully tugged one after the other in between her teeth. Then her kisses followed the fine line in his abdominal muscles. His six-pack wasn't as bulgy as his chest, but they weren't invisible either. She loves to touch his well-toned muscles as she explores them with her probing hands. When her kisses reached down to his belt, Jayson tried to stop her.
"Anna..." He wanted her to continue, but he was also terrified. He might not make it holding back.
"Please...?" But when she begged, he melted.