“Yes, Kitten?” His voice is husky now, that blue eye dark. I can feel him getting hard again pressing to me. I’m still so wet, a slight roll of my hips has him against my entrance.
“I want you again.”
One of his thighs nudges between mine, pushing them wider. He slides the velvety head of his cock against my swollen sensitive skin, little tremors run through me as I bring my leg up over his hip, leaning into him.
“Tell me what you want, Kitten.” His lips are a breath away from mine, his scent is driving me beyond madness. Virile musk, danger, a feral promise. He bumps against me, pushing in just his tip. My nails rake the flesh of his ribs. I lean forward, swallowing the gasp he makes with a short searing kiss, my teeth graze his lower lip. I drag my fingers down his sides, rubbing my thumbs along those sharp hips.
“You.”
“Me?” His voice is teasing. Hells, that grin of his is killing me.
“Inside me again.” My voice is breathy, my face feels too hot. I feel him twist his hips away. His hand cups my cunt, thick blunt fingers stroking my slick folds. I rub against him. A pleading whine twists through the air.
Did that come from my lips?
“Mmmm, Kitten, that was such a beautiful sound.” He kisses me, his tongue dances with mine. His finger slides in, stroking me in ways that make me keen softly, his thumb still thrums against my sensitive flesh.
It’s not enough.
“More…” I moan low against his shoulder. It’s insistent but not begging. He’s watching me, with that one beautiful eye that is too blue for this world. He slides in a second thick finger, pumping slowly, so tight, but still not thick enough. It’s not what I want. I want him inside me again, I want to hear him moan and pant and come undone with my pussy clenching tightly around him. I want to see that loss of control. I want to hold his lust in my hand and make him beg for release, the way he’s trying to make me beg now.
I want him.
“No,” I growl, shoving his hand away. My fingers encircle his cock, my hand isn’t small, but it barely fits around him, he’s already covered in me, I’m so wet. My eyes meet his. Masamune bites down on his lip. His look is sheer hunger. I push my hand snug down his length, still growling. “This is what I want.” I guide him inside me.
“You want to ride the dragon, little kitten?” He’s putting up a front, I can already feel him shaking as I slide down over him, my hot, wet heat against the silk-covered steel of his flesh. My fingers trace up his abdomen, dipping over every powerful ripple. He stretches me, but I keep rolling my hips, taking him in, grinding until my clit rubs his pelvis. I lean in, my breasts grazing his chest, tight nipples tracing lines over his warrior scars. I like the way the ridges feel pressed to me. My lips caress the curve of his ear:
“I think you want to fuck a tigress.”
That’s all it takes. Masamune grasps my hips in a bruising crush of strength and roars as he thrusts up into me until I feel like I’ll split in half.
Again.
And again.
I want this.
My eyes close against the sensation until he grasps my chin, forcing me to look at him.
To watch him as he pounds into me, his eye doesn’t leave mine.
My body winds tighter, this isn’t soft and sweet like the first time he took me. This is the feral passion I was craving. I bite his shoulder, tasting his blood. His cry is sweet ambrosia, he grabs my hair, fisting it, pulling my head back. His mouth is on my throat, I feel his teeth.
Yes.
He closes his bite on my flesh, pressing down.
There.
Just like that.
My nails rake down his back, and his growl sets me on fire.
I tighten, and my whole world shatters. My eyes clench close, and all I can see are stars. He’s still in me, thrusting against my oversensitive flesh. I’m clawing his chest, his name tears from my lips.
It’s so hot, I can feel him gush into me, Masamune is shouting incoherently as his body continues to pump into mine and it makes the one edge of my lip curl. Then his mouth is on mine, he’s stealing my breath and giving me his. The kiss is so hard I’m sure this soft body will be bruised.
I’m still pulsing.
I feel him twitch inside me. His calloused hands smooth down my back, the gesture is tender, gentle. We hold each other like that as the world passes by.
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What a difference a week makes! Last week we avoided Skeggs due to the damp and mud, this week it’s a refuge from the “Extreme Heating Event” that’s starting to cause the Bay Area to boil. Dang, it was 77 degrees under the trees! But trust me, we were happy to be there :-)
It's going to be really hot the next few days. If you're careful of the rip currents, you have my permission to cool off in the Pacific Ocean. #sanfrancisco #oceanbeach #gettinghotinhere #urbanphotographer #photographercurley #nikonshooter
