38. Dusty

I want to map out this body. See what happens when I kiss here. When I drag my tongue over there. I press my lips to her ankle, prowling forward, little by little.

She’s practically shaking under me, twitching and trembling under my touch. I kiss the inside of her knee, dragging my tongue messily up her thigh.

These panties are somehow casual and elegant at the same time. Like she’s some sort of rare, expensive creature. I run my nose along the inside of her hip, finding that little sunflower at the top of the curve.

I nip at it, lips pressing against it, and she sucks in a breath, hips dipping, only to flutter up and down with her racing breath.

Pressing my palm just above her apex, I drag it upwards, spreading my fingers out, dimpling her soft skin as I press upwards. My hand stops between those soft breasts, feeling the way her heart races under my palm.

With my hand anchored above me, I tug her panties to the side and kiss her, letting my breath, and my tongue drag from her center up to that little bundle of nerves.

Suctioning my lips there, I tease it, soothing the flesh with a few flicks of my tongue, before increasing the suction again. She’s squirming under me. Telling me she can’t take it, but tangling her fingers in my hair and pressing me closer. “Dusty.”

She whimpers. “I need more.”

“You want to feel me moving inside you, baby?”

“Yes. Please.”

That word, said with that breathy, shaky voice, has my attention. My head jerks up and I’m staring at her. I feel my control slipping, overtaken by a deep need. Something primal. A little dark.

I’ve never felt this way with another person. It scares me a little. I’m worried I’ll be too rough.

I’m afraid it will never be enough.

But the powerful need sweeping through my muscles sweeps aside those concerns, powering me forward. I snag a condom from the nightstand and slip it on.

And then I’m settling over her. Sliding my knee between her legs, I force one thigh to the side. Then the other. My cock is quivering over her belly, twitching with urgency. Her eyes are locked onto mine, that rare color, like liquid gold. They burn me. Set me on fire.

Her arms weave under mine, fingers drawing up along my ribs, clinging to my back. She’s tugging at me, urging me on, but she doesn’t know about the hunger raging through my veins. That all it would take is a little nudge for me to tip over.

“Fuck me, Dusty. Please.”

There’s a sly look in her eye. She’s figured out how to push my buttons.

I slant my lips over hers, using a slow, lingering kiss to anchor me to my better self. And then my tip is nudging between those folds, slipping inside. She’s pulling on my back. Her ankles lock around my waist and I let her drag me deeper. “Fuck, Marnie, you feel so good. So perfect.”

I tug her bra up, cupping her soft flesh. “So tight. The way you grip me.”

“Might have something to do with that big cock of yours.”

She’s full of surprises. Hearing those dirty words on her sweet tongue is like pouring gasoline on a fire. “Too big?”

“Just right.”

I thrust a little deeper, fascinated by the way her body arches under mine. “Damn straight, sweet girl. It’s just right. Nobody’s ever going to fill you like this. You’re mine, now.”

Her fingernails dig into my back, and she arches against me when I drive my shaft deeper. I’ve never been one to talk during sex, but she’s bringing something out in me. It’s my darker side, the one I hide behind jokes and an easy smile. And on that basic level, stripped down like that, there’s only thing I want. “I want you, baby.”

She buries her head in the crook of my neck. “You’ve got me.”

“I’m going to keep you. Whatever it takes.”

I want to make her feel so good, to reach such a high, that she’d be ruined for any other man. Slipping my hand under her back, I lift her hip, testing the angle until I find the one that makes her gasp. And then I piston into her, relentlessly carrying her higher and higher. “Like that, baby?”

“Yes, yes. It’s perfect.”

She’s pliant in my arms, submitting to my touch. “So good. The best.”

That praise sends a flush of pleasure through me, a flair of joy.

I can feel her tensing under me, and then she comes with a surprised little oh. A tremor works its way through her and her pussy squeezes around my shaft like a vise grip. “Fuck, Marnie.”

Urgency sweeps up through my limbs, gathering in my chest, tensing my core before hurtling through me. My hips thrust forward, burying my entire length so that even my balls are pressed up against her entrance, trying to get inside. My cock releases my pleasure in short, overwhelming bursts. I can feel it in my toes. In the tips of my fingers. In my head and in my heart.

I’m being demolished. Wrecked and rearranged.

This girl is making room for herself in my soul, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.