Free A Taste of Utopia by L. Duarte

sore.” He continues his gentle sweeping.
    I sigh in disappointment.
    He places a kiss on my apex, disposes of the cloth and climbs my body until we’re facing each other. “You need to sleep, to get some rest.”
    I fight to break free from the stupor that holds my body inert. I want to seduce him and change his mind. Fatigue wins the battle.
    He lies beside me and tucks me under his arm. “Sleep, Cherry Lips.” He places a kiss on my head.
    I nuzzle on his shoulder; my hand slides around his narrow waist. I breathe in the woodsy scent of him and close my eyes.
    And Dreamland welcomes me.

 
     
     
    Seth
     
     
    I WAKE UP TO A pounding headache and the throbbing of a raging erection.
    A soft ass shifts, rubbing against said erection. Patches of memories from the previous night slide in my mind, making me growl with renewed desire.
    She shifts again and fucking precum drips off my dick. Well, fuck me. I haven’t felt this way since I was a teen.
    Her hair is fanning over my face, releasing the scent of gardenia. Thinking about last night, I tighten my hold on her. I was so goddamned horny. I hadn’t felt that way toward a woman in a long time. Most likely never. In my reasoning, I thought that fucking her senseless would purge this burning desire she awoke in me. It didn’t.
    My mind tries to dictate what to do next. But the head down below pleads, and throbs and jerks, ultimately winning.
    My hand slowly slides over her round thigh. It descends into the valley of her small waist and climbs her torso until reaches the summit of her full, generous, firm breast.
    My fingers knead into its voluptuousness and focus on the nipple, pulling, elongating and pinching. She squirms, half-asleep, half-awake. Her sensual, raspy groan resonates through the silent morning.
    I grind my dick against her ass as my teeth scrape the sensitive skin on her earlobe.
    She turns to face me. Her sleepy eyes are already full of desire. She parts her lips to say something. Before she utters a word, my mouth crushes hers. My body stretches out on top of hers.
    She moans in my mouth, and the sound alone takes me to the brink of an orgasm. Fuck. Come on Seth, you can do better than that.
    I inhale and draw back. My body needs a reprieve. This raging desire renders me a wreck.
    But I see her under me. She has dreamy eyes and flushed cheeks. My body ignores the mental command to go slow. I capture her lips with uncontrolled hunger, undiluted passion.
    She writhes and parts her legs, accommodating me between them. She raises her pelvis, adding some friction. Her sex presses hot and wet against my cock. Her responsiveness sets me on fire.
    My hand slips down to her inviting pussy. I sweep my thumb lightly over her clit.
    “Seth,” she cries.
    “Hot damn, baby, you’re so responsive.” My hand finds her moist opening, and I fuck her with my finger. “Baby, I need you, hard and fast.”
    “Please,” she begs. “Now.” Her plea morphs into a demand as she arches her back so my finger sinks deeper into her.
    “Fuck.” I grab my pants from the floor and fish the pocket for a condom. My fingers are trembling. If I don’t bury my dick inside her, I might have a heart attack.
    I’ve had years of practice, but my fingers are clumsy. The frantic need to have her is so intense that jacketing myself rivals climbing Mount Everest.
    I settle back in between her legs and spread her legs open. She is exposed and all mine. I glance up at her face. Her cheeks, flushed pink, turn bright red. She is feeling shy.
    I shift my attention back to her red folds. They’re swollen and glistening with desire.
    I run my tongue over my lips. “I want to taste your sweet cunt so bad, but my dick is kind of in a hurry.”
    Her lips make an O shape, shocked and surprised at my crude words. She is a mixture of angel and minx. And the erotic combination might just be the death of me.
    I climb back over her and position my dick in between her hot cleft. I rub my erection