Those cherry red lips were already slightly parted and those eyes.. The earth still hasn't seen more beautiful eyes than those, I thought. They were the color of jade green, emerald and azure, all swirling together in one and making you think they could see something that others couldn't.. Read my very soul. "Christ, each time I touch you, I feel like a complete madman." I found myself mumbling, not even aware of my own words, of my own actions until I realized I had leaned down, pulling her legs apart more, perhaps a bit rougher than I intended.. My hands were shaking for her, and I could no longer wait to taste her. I kissed every inch of her thighs, already losing myself in that intoxicating scent of sheer excitement.. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and have her come until she's damn faint, until she's screaming and shaking and begging me to give her more.. I wanted to lick and taste every drop. And perhaps my eagerness took her by surprise. The very second I pressed my lips over her slit, pushing her legs further apart, I heard that satisfying symphony of a long gasp, a muted moan, and I knew she was biting down on her lips. It was her habit. A way of keeping quiet. But I wanted her to scream at that point. And that's what I aimed for.. She tasted like heaven, sweet and damn dripping for me. Giving her pleasure almost made me come in my pants and my crotch was starting to physically hurt.. But it was unnoticeable compared to that intoxicating scent that was taking me to holy grail. I heard moans escaping her throat, I felt her legs moving, her body slightly trembling and I knew my girl was about to come to pieces in my arms.. I loved that it barely took a few minutes. Because the quicker, the more I could give. The more she could count. Her fingers were in my hair, her hips rising, her voice filling the silence, and my name never sounded fuckįng better.. A simple tease over her clít pushed her over the edge.. Her back arched, her muscles trembled and shook, and she melted in sheer pleasure.. While I.. I only pulled her legs over my shoulders and continued licking every drop, just like I promised myself I would, because I longed to taste her for what seemed like eternity.. Ever since that night after the ball. One. I counted. I pushed a finger, two, easily slipping inside her from how perfectly wet she was for me, and she couldn't seem to find a way out of ecstasy. It seemed like I had blocked out for a bit too, since I was starting to simply lose myself in that feel of her trembling body in my arms, pulling down on her bra and ripping that too.. I was leaned a bit over her, touching, playing with those perfect breasts, kissing every inch of that silky skin I could reach, and driving her mad with my fingers working with a rhythm that was thought-through and perfect for her to once again melt in my arms.. This time I got to see that perfect picture that was a true masterpiece.. Her eyes rolled closed, her lips trapped between her teeth, then simply parting and allowing every scream to echo in the four walls.. Two. The very second she came for the second time, I left a trace of quick kisses over her stomach just to drive her a bit more crazy, moving back between her legs.. But she didn't seem very aware. She was lost, breathless, panting and then I heard her begging.. I licked every bit of mess she made and dear lord, she tasted heavenly.. I was aiming to have her come three times before I take her, and I seemed to be on the right way.. My hand moved up and towards her lips, and I wasn't even sure what I was doing because I was already lost as well.. But even in that full loss of senses, she parted those perfect sweet lips and licked my fingers, sucked on them erotically and tasted herself.. There wasn't anything sexier than having her already moaning for more and doing that.. I almost came myself by the simple situation.. I had no clue how I was holding back, but once I traced my hands back down the dips and the curves of her body, I felt her tremble, I heard my own name mixed with all kinds of pleads that she couldn't even finish up.. Three. And oh, when I moved up, I wished I could have that picture carved in my brain.. Back still arched, her lower lip eagerly between her teeth and her eyes closed in sheer pleasure.. The way she had the knuckles of her hand pressed near her mouth showed just how desperate I had my girl, and I found myself grinning in satisfaction. I wanted to give it all to her that night. I wanted to show her what true pleasure felt like.. What fully being owned felt like.. By no one other than me.. I wanted her to see what it meant for her to be mine. And that's exactly what I did. Each time, proving her more and more. Lana's POV I was barely conscious.. The intensity in the pleasure he gave was too strong for me to be able to register anything around me.. My mind was blocked, fully, my breath lost, and my body felt like it was floating. I was definitely not the master of my own self as for it felt like I couldn't even control my own senses that were flooding me to the point where I felt numb.. I heard whimpers and begs, moans and pleads, and I wasn't even aware that it was all me.. The pleasure had struck me way too quickly and way too harshly. I was melting, coming in millions of pieces and feeling every atom of my body explode in what seemed like dust.. I somewhat felt his lips over my neck, down my chest and over my breasts.. I had my hands in his hair, over his bare back, almost like an assurance he was near while he.. He worshiped me eagerly, quickly yet each and every one of his touches, kisses, were thought-through.. With only one goal. To make me lose my mind. I felt his hand over my hip and he slightly pushed me, saying something that was muted to me.. I realized he wanted me to turn around, and I tried, but his hands moved quicker then I could register.. He flipped me over, and I found myself somewhat trying to push myself on my knees, but my legs were still shaking and my mind was still blurred for me to register my own actions.. I couldn't keep myself on my elbows, so I was partly laying, arching my back and somewhat keeping myself on my knees, with parted legs that barely held me.