"Blue..." Before I could say another word, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, forcing me to squirm against him. God. "Blue," I called out again, but he continued to ignore me, and instead clawed his fingers into me and dragged them down my back and around my waist. I gasped as he jerked me against him, forcing me to feel the stiffness of his rock solid rod as it pressed down hard against my sex. Unthinkingly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded myself against him.
He groaned. "Jesus, baby..." He dragged me even further beneath him and moved his hips in somewhat of a circular motion, then shoved himself against me again and grunted. As the lower half of my body reached the height of arousal, I was sure as hell that I was bound to shatter right there beneath him. I needed to get the hell away from this man before I lost my clothes the same way I had apparently lost my damn mind in being with him in the first place.
"Blue..."
"Darlin'." He heard, but didn't listen, and moved his hands around my behind. When I squealed, he chuckled and opened his mouth to release me, only to slide his tongue between my lips again to taste me; as it swam along and against mine, I could feel my heart beating so far out of my chest that it slammed against the heaviness of his. He felt it. I knew that he could the minute he moaned with pleasure and deepened his kiss. God, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe but I also didn't want to. I wanted to drown in this man, take one last breath with his taste being the last I'd ever feel on my lips, his body the last I ever felt on top of mine or between my legs... the last person on earth I'd ever know.
I never wanted to bring my head above water ever again, above the fantasy turned reality of what we had become in that very moment, in such a short amount of time. And that's when I knew I was in trouble. That's when I knew I should've bolted -- that was when I knew I should've escaped his grip on me and never looked back.
That was when I knew if I ever tried, I'd regret this part of my life until the very last day of it, until the very last minute, last second, final breath... I'd regret that in the face of undescribable pleasure, I forced myself to choose an unreasonable amount of pain.
"Blue..." I threw my hands into his chest in an attempt to shove him away and turned my head. His lips slid across my cheek and around my jaw; the minute his warm breath hit my skin, I shivered. "Blue, I can't breathe."
"Darlin', when a motherfucker's kissin' you like he's supposed to..." He dragged his tongue along my skin, forcing me to claw my nails into his back. "You shouldn't be able to breathe nothin' but said motherfucker's name."
He groaned. "Jesus, baby..." He dragged me even further beneath him and moved his hips in somewhat of a circular motion, then shoved himself against me again and grunted. As the lower half of my body reached the height of arousal, I was sure as hell that I was bound to shatter right there beneath him. I needed to get the hell away from this man before I lost my clothes the same way I had apparently lost my damn mind in being with him in the first place.
"Blue..."
"Darlin'." He heard, but didn't listen, and moved his hands around my behind. When I squealed, he chuckled and opened his mouth to release me, only to slide his tongue between my lips again to taste me; as it swam along and against mine, I could feel my heart beating so far out of my chest that it slammed against the heaviness of his. He felt it. I knew that he could the minute he moaned with pleasure and deepened his kiss. God, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe but I also didn't want to. I wanted to drown in this man, take one last breath with his taste being the last I'd ever feel on my lips, his body the last I ever felt on top of mine or between my legs... the last person on earth I'd ever know.
I never wanted to bring my head above water ever again, above the fantasy turned reality of what we had become in that very moment, in such a short amount of time. And that's when I knew I was in trouble. That's when I knew I should've bolted -- that was when I knew I should've escaped his grip on me and never looked back.
That was when I knew if I ever tried, I'd regret this part of my life until the very last day of it, until the very last minute, last second, final breath... I'd regret that in the face of undescribable pleasure, I forced myself to choose an unreasonable amount of pain.
"Blue..." I threw my hands into his chest in an attempt to shove him away and turned my head. His lips slid across my cheek and around my jaw; the minute his warm breath hit my skin, I shivered. "Blue, I can't breathe."
"Darlin', when a motherfucker's kissin' you like he's supposed to..." He dragged his tongue along my skin, forcing me to claw my nails into his back. "You shouldn't be able to breathe nothin' but said motherfucker's name."
Code Blue is coming soon!
I'll have an official date for you as soon as humanly possible!
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