Jason layed her down, kissing his way down her core. He counted her ribs against his soft full lips. She bit her lips, goosebumps forming against her skin as he inched lower. Their hearts pounded, her hands found his shoulders as he took hold of her thighs. His rough hands were gentle. He didn’t force her, he didn’t have too. The ways he touched her, the way he spoke, the way his tongue traced hearts against her skin, she was melting, surrendering to him so willingly. He loved her, she knew. He didn’t have to breathe a word about his feelings, she could feel it.
His breath against her thighs wrote poetry, Shakey, broken with desire, longing. She looked down at him as his kisses became bites. She smiled as her legs spread submissively. He was marking her, with his wild wolf love. She didn’t even care. She wanted to be his. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and he was the best she’d ever had. She’d never known love making could feel like this. It’s everything she had ever wanted, and he hadn’t even started. He tugged at her panties and she smiled. They both wanted the same thing and she willingly lifted her tight round ass to allow him access. He was still being gentle… It was teasing her, she had liked it at first but she’d waited long enough. She ran her fingers through his wild black hair and pushed his face down between her legs smiling. He smirked and she exploded into giggles. “Tease” she smiled at him and they locked eyes as he kissed her. Her breath hitched and she started to breathe faster and faster as he made out with her. Her eyes closed, her back arched and she let out a long moan as his tongue slid from between her lips and into hers. “God… Jason” she nearly cried. She had no idea how badly she had needed him until this moment.
She was safe. She was loved. She was desired, and for the first time in entirely too long, she experienced true pleasure. His tongue dived into her and she gasped. He didn’t stop, he slid in and out of her and her thighs snapped closed around his handsome face. She couldn’t help it. It was overwhelming.. the way he tasted her. The way it felt being his, because that’s what was happening, her body was literally surrending to him. His strong hands closed around her thighs and pried them open like vice grips. She panted, her legs already shaking, giving in to his dominant touch. He was already moving on, his hand slid up her thigh and his fingers found their way inside her. She panted. He was being so gentle, the anticipation was torture, but as soon as she thought it, she was relieved. It was insane. His fingers found her weakness instantly. She had no idea how he did that, but the effect was instantaneous. Her eyes rolled back and she felt an orgasm building in her so violently as he pressed his long intuitive fingers to her. She took a deep breath and screamed with tears in her eyes. Jason smirked with a devilish smile as a puddle of her cum filled the palm of his hand.
She let out a desperate whimper, in seconds he had reduced her to little more then a squirting, writhing mess, and she couldn’t have possibly been more in love with him for it. Her first orgasm hadn’t finished, but she felt a second coming on. She grabbed at her breasts, a sort of animalistic pleasure sweeping over her. She couldn’t help herself. Part of her wanted to hold back, and she tried, but his fingers were circling around her gspot now and she had little hope of any kind of restraint. Her body wasn’t serving her anymore, it served him, and apparently what he wanted, was to completely soak her bed. She’d squirted before, but not like this. She screamed and sprayed against his abs, chest and face in a desperate moan. She whimpered, but he wasn’t finished. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him. Her cum was dripping from his beard. Her legs squirmed out of control all around him, and yet he continued. His lips found her clit once again and she groaned. He wasn’t done with her and it almost scared her, when would he be satisfied?
His lips tugged on her clit, sucking her between his lips, his tongue dancing heart shapes across her as his fingers pushed so deep inside her that she whimpered. His fingers were so long and the soft pads of his fingers massaged at her gspot so deep that she lost control of her body. A third orgasm shot through her body like lightning. It sprayed all the way up his forearm and into his lap. “Fuck me Daddy, please” she begged. He smirked. That was his answer, a little scoff against his mischievous grin. “I’m not… Done” he pressed against her weakness and her eyes rolled back. She couldn’t handle this. She came again, screaming. She wanted to stop. This was as much as she’d ever cum, in a night of fucking, and it had only been eight minutes. He hadn’t even broken a sweat “Pleaseee” she begged. “Please, what?” He smirked, watching her as her body jerked and shuddered. She couldn’t think.. couldn’t remember her safety word. She didn’t even know her own name, let alone formulate a sentence to ask him for mercy. Her body started to cum again. “Good girl” he purred as she sprayed against the bed and his thighs and cock.
In that perfect moment, She was divine feminine, Goddess herself. He came with her and she loved it. It was everything she wanted. He collapsed panting against the back of her neck. His arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace, heavy, Shakey. She could feel his heart pounding against her shoulder blades and he kissed her cheek in one last attempt to show her he was hers. She smiled, feeling his seed inside her. It made her feel powerful, after everything he’d done to her, she could still bring him to his knees. Her warrior still had one weakness, and it was her. He collapsed to the bed… And she smiled, turning on her side to look at him. Her perfect lover. So willing to please her, to push her to places she’d never been or even fathomed could have existed, simply because he loved her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eadgwq/drinking_his_crush