Till Death by Alessandra Torre, Madison Seidler Page B

Please. Sucking your cock has been on my mind for over an hour.”
     
    He looks down at me, his face heavy in desire and want. “Trust me, I’m not stopping you. Move in front of the mirror so I can watch.” This time I move when he tugs, his hands pulling me over until we are both before the large mirror, his hands unzipping and reaching into his pants, my mouth dropping open when all of him is before me.
     
    Good Lord, he is magnificent . I move closer, devouring him with my eyes, barely feeling the tug of strings as Nathan unties the cords that hold up my dress, the material pooling around my knees when he is done.  I hold him in my hand, gently gripping it, feeling the skin move around hard bone, his breath inhaling sharply when I squeeze. I hold it up, the area around it neat and well-manicured, his obsession with control encompassing his nether regions as well, everything perfect, framing a package which I can’t stop thinking about.
     
    I start at his base, trailing my tongue along the veins and bulges of his organ, my eyes glancing up to find him staring straight ahead into the mirror behind me, his hands gathering my hair, his expression strong and possessive. “God, I love … everything,” he groans, his eyes dropping to meet mine. “The curves of your back, the dimples above your ass … the feel of your wet tongue against my cock.”
     
    My tongue reaches the lip of his head, swirling around the base, and then I take it in my mouth, sucking it in and out, my hand gripping and tugging on his shaft, each downward pump hitting his balls. I move my hands, placing them on his thighs, tugging his pants down until they hit the floor, my hands sliding back up his bare legs as my mouth takes him deeper, wet sucks taking him to the back of my throat. His hand, gripped in my hair, hold me still and he takes over the motion. Gently thrusting his hips forward, pumping quickly, and then slowly, his eyes dark as he slowly withdraws, my lips tight around him as his cock leaves my mouth.
     
    “You will be the death of me,” he mutters, bending down and gripping my waist, lifting me easily up and walking me over to the bed. There, he repays me as we lay on our sides, facing each other. His mouth brushes my lips, kissing them softly, the hard length of him bumping tantalizingly against my legs as his fingers gently move over my pussy, teasing the velvet folds. My body arcs against him when he slips a crooked finger inside, the shot of electric pleasure causing me to gasp, his mouth curving into a smile against my neck, as his finger brushes gently over the spot that was made for this. My inner walls contract and lubricate, the spot beneath his fingers swelling.
     
    My fingers run down the planes of his body, traveling over the hard bone of his hip, moving down the V of his stomach until I reach my goal, my hands wrapping around him, my own mouth taking on a smile, my hand moving on its own accord, admiring the rigidness of his member as I explore its length.  Our mouths find each other, a soft kiss turning deeper, our hands busy as we both move deeper into the sea of arousal.
     
    I break the kiss, the intensity of my climax too great, my eyes clenching shut as my body tightens, a stream of words spilling from my mouth, the warm chuckle of Nathan only increasing the pleasure. “Fuck, Nathan, don’t you fucking stop your fingers, oh god, I can’t, I swear, Iamaboutto …” My head drops back and I moan, sweet, pure intensity radiating out from deep inside of me, satisfaction of the most intense kind, all body function freezing as I enjoy the complete perfection of it.
     
    I am coming down from my high when his fingers stop, pulling out of me and I feel the wide girth of his head, pushing through my folds and thrusting inside, my wet hot center ready, expanding and contracting around him as he pushes deeper inside. I wrap my leg around him and he rolls, putting me on my back as his cock fully buries inside of