My dearest confidante,

The beast he did show. 

I drew my breaths in quick, shallow gasps as his hands fought beneath my shirt and toyed with the overtly sensitive nerves around my nipples. My back arched, thrusting my breasts harder into his hands. He met my silent demand with a ferocious yank of my shirt, sending it hurtling overhead. I could hear the fabric of my bra rip as he tore it free, the clasp clattering to the floor. My gasp caught in my throat as he buried his mouth over my nipple, his thumb tortured the other with slow, circular motion. 

“Fu…” My words were devoured as his mouth crushed mine. His tongue consumed every letter, battling mine for the next word. His lips trailed down my neck, over my shoulder and down my collarbone, leaving a trail of scorched flesh in his wake. I couldn’t breathe. My chest swelled as ecstasy washed over me. I felt his hands on my pants then, tugging until the button gave way. He slid his hand inside just enough to test me. It was enough. 

“Take them off.” He demanded. “Yes, sir.” In my attempt to meet his demand, one strong arm circled my waist and he stood, lifting me off my feet. Impatience got the better of him and my pants ended up in a heap on the floor. He then eased back down onto the sofa and turned me to where my back rest against his now bare chest. I could feel his heart pounding wildly, the length of him growing thick and solid against my ass. Teeth nipped my neck followed by gentle kisses. Hands, eager and ravenous, groped every inch from my throat to nipples, which he tweaked to the point of orgasm. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he held me as I thrashed and cried out. 

“I’m far from finished,” he growled in my ear. I whimpered my reply and struggled with the buttons of his jeans, finally freeing him. Still straddling him, I stood and leaned forward, the entirety of my back end just inches from his face as I pushed his pants to the floor. 

My dearest confidante, please understand and believe me when I say this man had the most exquisite cock, I have ever laid eyes upon. Long and thick, uncut and glistening with pre-cum. My mouth actually watered. “My gods. You’re prefect.” I breathed the words against him, my lips only a whisper away from the head. His hands gripped my ass, his thumbs making long strokes. Spreading me. With a gentle grip around my throat and a hand over my breast, he leaned me back and. Still holding my throat, he hooked his knees underneath mine and gently parted my legs and lips. His hand trailed down my stomach… down further until he covered me and slid a finger over my clit. “You’re so goddamn wet.” 

Two thick fingers filled me, and I rocked against them, biting down hard on my lip to stifle my whine. My body was on engulfed in heat, burning down to my toes. His thumb teased my clit as he slid deeper, his fingers moving expertly. His hand was soaked in urgent expectation, and he laughed low in my ear, his tongue tracing my neck. “You want it so badly, don’t you, baby girl? You want me to taste you?” 

He took my inability to reply as a yes and lifted me up by my hips so that my ass was pressed against his face. I held onto my ankles as he spread me and tasted every drop of what I offered. My knees quaked, threatening to give way. Grabbing my hips, he leaned me back to rest directly over his eager mouth. 

Words cannot adequately express the inferno that coursed through my veins. Long and slow. Hard and swift. Strokes that left me a puddle. I gripped a fistful of his hair and pressed him deeper, feeling the slick slip of his tongue inside me. Collapsing forward, I supported myself on his thighs. The warmth of him brushed my face and he tensed, grabbing my ankles. Every muscle in his body rippled beneath me as I savored the tip, still tucked beneath the skin. The chorus of pleasure that echoed through me when he moaned low in his throat nearly sent me over the edge. 

He was ready. All but bucking his hips, yearning to feel my throat. Painfully slow was the torment. Gently sliding the skin back to expose him, I wrapped my lips around and let my tongue anguish him further. Circle laps, I tasted every eager drop, tenderly sucking until he was gasping my name, “Isadora…” A mere hiss through his gritted teeth.

Nothing mattered more than pleasing him. I got to my knees. With wild eyes, he watched and shuddered as my tongue traced him. His hips thrust and I could have sworn I heard him whimper before his hand wound around my hair. He guided my lips over him, rubbed my face along his length. I took him then, slow until I heard him groan. His grip tightened in my hair. “That’s it, baby girl,” he said between groans. “Fuck, yes. That’s it.” That was all the encouragement I needed to get sloppy, holing him to the back of my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I moaned, the vibration sending him careening to climax. 

Both hands gripped my hair and pulled me back. “Bad girl.” His thick cock slapped my cheek. “I’m coming with you. Not before.” 

Goddamn. 

Our gazes met and a slow, fuck me grin stole my features. “Yes, sir.” Emphasis on the last word brought forth a guttural sigh. Before I could protest, he was on his feet, and I was off of mine. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him. Fevered were his lips, taking my mouth without care of contest. He would have found none. We met one another’s tongue with a savagery that could only account for centuries worth of longing. 

The tip grazed me, and I gasped, only to hear a low chuckle in my ear. Agonizingly slow, I felt every sweet inch fill my tight walls. Every ounce of control I had slipped away; lost in each clash of his hips with mine. My hands found his hair and gripped, our foreheads pressed together as we moaned in our collective pleasure. With his tight support on my ass, I bounced arduously. Sure to take him to the base. 

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. Muscles involuntarily contracted, tightening the grip. I threw myself back, letting him control the rhythm and rode each explosive wave. Words escaped me. Any moment before this ceased to exist. Just as the moment came, he lowered himself to the floor, my legs still wrapped firmly around him. “Not yet.” A whisper so full of warning and promise that I didn’t dare disobey.