Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

noise she made when I moved away, I rained kisses along the backs of her thighs then turned her to her side licking, kissing and nibbling her hip and ribs on my way back up. I paused momentarily at the tattoo on her ribcage, a flowing red ribbon encasing words that rang so true it caused a sharp pang in my chest, ‘Every saint has a past. Every sinner has a future’. I continued up her body, and over her shoulder. Tiny nips driving her crazy, she rubbed her soaking wet pussy on the thick muscle of my leg trying to find friction to give her any kind of release. My cock throbbing, I leaned my head to her breast and sucked the pert rosy nipple into my mouth, biting down gently and soothing it with a swirl of my tongue. Her back arched off the bed as her hands came to the back of my head holding me there on a long moan, her chest rising and falling quickly with short choppy breaths. The sexy little noises she was making in the back of her throat had me walking a tightrope; my dick was so hard, it was almost painful. I lifted my head, looked up at her face, her eyes hooded, biting her lip and asked, “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.”
    She planted her heels in the bed and moved quickly taking me by surprise. Next thing I knew, I was on my back being straddled by a very naked and aroused Scarlett, smiling smugly down at me, her hair forming a curtain around us. “You, just you, Mace.”
    Fuck, she was sexy.
    Clearly, she thought she had the upper hand. I was willing to play her game but not before showing her who was really in charge. My hands started at her knees running slowly up her legs to her waxed folds, tugging on her magic little ring, setting off her orgasm as she screamed out and ground down on me causing a deep growl to tear from my throat. I gripped her hips and lifted her slightly. Grabbing my cock in my hand, I rubbed the tip between her folds. Knowing just how wet she was, I pulled her down hard and fast, impaling her and almost coming the second her walls clamped tight. My dick pulsing, I held her still. “Don’t move, babe. You feel too damn good.” The second I had it under control, I lifted her to the tip and drove her down hard again. She gasped, head thrown back, then righted herself, hands in her hair and found her rhythm which was enough to drive me outta my mind.
    Slamming down onto me, grinding and rolling her hips, the room filled with our moans, groans and gasps. A slight sheen of sweat spread across my skin as my balls drew up tight ready to shoot off like a rocket, when I felt the beginnings of her second orgasm. “Mace, oh God, fuck, harder! Fuck me harder!” she yelled out.
    I flipped her to her back and drove in hard and fast. “Fucking love your hot little cunt, babe. Gonna come in you.”
    “Mace!” she screamed my name as her tight body clamped down on me. Her orgasm ripping through her body, back arched up, she was fucking perfect.
    “Urrgh, Fuckkk!” I bellowed as I emptied myself into her still contracting core.
    I collapsed down onto her, holding myself up slightly, my face buried in the crook of her neck. Breathing heavily, I gradually came down from the most explosive sex of my life. I realized it was different this time; the sex was out of this world, but there was more of a connection there. Something in me clicked into place, and I was no longer just pretty fucking certain, I was without a doubt, completely fucking sure, I was in love with Scarlett.

 

     
    The last of my walls came crashing down around us. There was no point fighting it anymore; it was useless. Regardless of my efforts in keeping feelings out of it, I had to go and be stupid enough to fall in love. Love only leads to heartbreak; I’d seen it on more than one occasion and felt it myself. I just had to hope to hell that Mace was careful with my scarred heart.
    Still hovering over me, he lifted his head, rising up slightly on his arms. He peered down at me, a look in his eyes that told me his emotional state wasn’t so far off mine. My eyes travelled down his sexy ripped body. Mace’s skill was outta this world, insane good. I’d never had a partner who knew exactly how to touch me. Every single time was crazy-extreme, hot-as-hell sex. Even when it was slow and sweet, it was still intense. He’d taken everything I thought I knew about men and shifted it on its axis. The way he could drive me from mad as hell to sweet and soft, then straight into animalistic need, blew me