Earth Shattering

Amaya

I’d never had anyone do anything like this to me before. I had never wanted to. In fact, before I met Kristo, I had never really been with a man who seemed to appreciate my body the way he did. With my previous lovers, it had always felt as though they were kind of going through the motions like they knew they had to bring some pleasure to me before they fucked me but were only doing it because they knew I might think badly of them if I didn’t. But the way Kristo touched me, the way he kissed me and pleasured me and pushed me to come, I knew this wasn’t just a show for him. He groaned as he pushed his tongue deeper into me, moving in long, slow strokes that made my entire body tense up as he fucked me with his fingers.

“Fuck,” I groaned. It felt incredible. He was moving his other hand all over my body – my breasts, my back, tugging lightly on my hair, sinking his fingers into my thighs like he was reminding himself what I felt like. He wanted me, needed me, down to his very cor