34. April
Chapter 34
April
M y mouth brushes against his, the touch feather-light at first. When I part my lips, our breaths mingle, and he sweeps his tongue against mine. His movements remain slow but fervent. Compared to our first kiss, this isn’t rushed. We take our time to savour it, like we’re exploring each other in an entirely new way.
His other hand slides to my waist, anchoring me closer, and I melt into him. As the kiss deepens, my mind quiets. There’s only James—his taste, his touch—and the overwhelming realisation that this is more than I ever expected.
I reach up and slowly pull off his beanie, letting it fall to the floor as my fingers weave through his damp hair. He groans against my lips, and a surge of heat spirals down to my core.
I lower my hands to the hem of his top, gripping the fabric and tugging it up over his head. He helps me by threading his arms out and discarding it. My pupils dilate as I take in the expanse of his chest, the way his muscles shift beneath his skin. My eyes catch on his cock, straining against his joggers. My teeth graze my lower lip, and I reach for the elastic. His hands quickly join mine to strip them off.
I sit back once he’s naked. He looks different in the candlelight. Ethereal, like Adonis. Slowly, almost lazily, I run my hands down his veiny, tattooed arms, charting the inky lines that bend and twirl with my fingertips, as if I’m committing every inch of him to memory.
“April,” he growls, licking his lips as he grips my hips firmly, fingering the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I lift my hips to give him better access. Slowly, almost agonisingly, he unties the knot and begins peeling my pyjamas down my legs.
I don’t waste time, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor beside his. The air hits my exposed skin, causing it to pebble, and my nipples harden in response. He pauses, nostrils flaring as his gaze rakes over me.
I lie down, slowly parting my legs for him. His eyes lock on mine for a moment before they trail down my body, lingering on the sight of my naked, glistening sex. A low, animalistic groan escapes him.
He leans over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head as he settles between my thighs. He kisses me, and I give it all back to him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and I reach between us to grip him.
He bites and tugs at my lip as I smear his precum over his crown.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
I turn liquid.
I pump him slowly, relishing the feel of him as he pulses in my hand, knowing exactly what he wants but making him wait for it.
He ducks his head, his lips brushing my ear as his hips begin to move in sync with my hand, the pace between us quickening. “I want you so fucking bad, April,” he growls. “I want to come all over those perfect tits, then flip you over and fuck you from behind. I’ll bury my cock deep in your sweet cunt while I finger fuck your ass.”
His words are feral, my body writhing beneath him. I’m growing wetter with every second. My arm begins to tire, but I don’t stop.
“I want you to come,” I say.
He groans in response, the sound sharp and rough. “Yeah? You want me to come on your tits? Or do you want me to come all over that sweet pussy and lick it off?”
Jesus-fucking-Christ. His dirty talk was good two nights ago, but tonight—it’s on another level. And I’m not mad about it. Not even a little.
“I want you to come on my pussy,” I say. “I need your cum on me, James.”
His mouth drops open in a silent moan, and I feel him tense before he spills, rubbing his hard cock over my pussy as he comes, coating me in warmth.
He captures my mouth in a possessive kiss, lowering his body so we press together.
“I need you, James.”
“Yeah?” he rasps. I nod eagerly. “Tell me what you need.” His eyes darken.
“I need your mouth on me.”
“Where, sweetheart? Where do you need my mouth?”
“On my pussy.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Me.
He slides down my body, worshipping me. His lips and hands explore every inch, touching and kissing my skin like it’s sacred. When he reaches my lower abdomen, he places his hand over my uterus. “Here,” he murmurs, his voice low, “I’m going to fill you up here.”
Oh God. A rush of heat floods through me. Why is the thought of him filling me with his cum so unbearably hot?
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “Yeah,” I say, breathless.
He smirks before lowering his head. My fingers thread through his hair and I’m rewarded with a long, languid lick. His tongue flattens against my centre as he glides up and down. He circles my clit, brushing over it with just enough pressure to make my hips buck.
Then he devours, his tongue plunging into me. I moan, yanking at his hair. I clap my legs over his shoulders, and his grip on my thighs tightens in response.
“More,” I beg. “James, I need more.”
Without warning, he slips three fingers knuckle-deep inside me, the sudden intrusion making my back arch. I gasp, and he curls his fingers, rubbing against my inner wall.
“Fuck,” I cry out. His stubble scratches at my skin, and I love the idea that he’ll leave me marked. He doesn’t let up, his mouth still working over me as his fingers thrust inside, fucking me with steady, unyielding precision. Each curl of his fingers sends shockwaves through my body.
I release his hair and grip the sofa cushions as the tension coils tighter in my core. I throw my head back as he drives me higher.
“James, ohgodohgodohgod!”
“Eyes on me, April,” he says. “Look at me when you come on my tongue.”
I meet his gaze just as I unravel, piece by piece. A wave rushes through me, surging along every nerve.
I fall apart, turning to dust and floating away.
He slows his tongue and fingers, easing their pace.
When I finish, he gradually withdraws, placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. He glances up at me with a satisfied glint in his eyes and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. Then, he brings his fingers to my lips. I lean forward and dart my tongue out before wrapping my lips around them, sucking them clean.
He crawls up my body to capture my lips. I pour everything I can’t put into words into that kiss. I show him exactly how much I feel, how much I want, with each pass. “Thank you,” I whisper softly.
He smiles and rubs the tip of his nose against mine, making my heart swell.
“I’m all sticky,” I say, glancing down between my legs.
“Hmm.” His eyes flick over me with a glint of mischief. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of that, won’t I?”
I smile up at him. He stands to his full height. Every inch of him is taut, golden, and defined. In one smooth motion, he scoops me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly, bridal style. Then, he turns and walks us upstairs. His muscles barely strain as he holds me, as if I’m not five foot nine; I weigh nothing in his arms. I love seeing this playful side of him. The thought of being the person he reveals this part of himself to makes me feel so incredibly lucky.
When we reach the bathroom, he sets me down carefully, making sure I’m steady on my feet. He opens the shower door, turning on the tap. Whirling back to me, he effortlessly lifts me onto the vanity and positions himself between my legs. His strong arms cage me, setting his hands flat either side of me against the countertop.
“You’re too good to be true,” he says, his voice full of sincerity. My cheeks flush, and I duck my head. But he gently tips my chin up, bending down until we’re eye-to-eye.
“I feel the same way about you,” I whisper.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, lifting me off the counter.
“I have legs, you know,” I tease, but he smirks, testing the water with his foot before carrying me into the shower.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you in the shower,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His gaze darkens as he presses me against the tile wall. He’s hard and ready as he rubs his cock through my folds, lubricating himself and teasing me.
“What did you think about?” I ask.
“You, spread out like this.” His hands dip down to the tops of my thighs, where he runs his fingertips tentatively over my skin. “Your body wet, pressed up against me. The way you’d feel … the way you’d sound when I finally take you.”
“How did I sound?” I ask, breathless.
He responds with a low grunt, lifting one of my legs and hooking it over his forearm. I pull myself up to stand on tiptoes as he holds me. His cock nudges against my entrance. My breath catches as I watch him slide in, inch by delicious inch, filling me completely. A shudder runs through both of us, and the way he looks at me—hungry, possessive—makes my heart gallop. I release a long, keening whimper.
“You sounded just like that,” he says, pumping into me. The sound of skin slapping fills the bathroom. I can’t hold back my moans as he fucks me at a brutal pace. My body is a live wire, and each thrust sends waves of electricity rippling through me. His eyes latch onto my tits, watching them bounce with every thrust. He shifts, kicking a leg up beneath my thigh to support my weight, angling himself even deeper inside me. His now free hand snakes between us, finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
“I fucking love your cunt.”
“ James ,” I gasp, raking my fingernails down his biceps.
“Are you gonna let me come in this pussy?”
I can feel him getting closer, his movements more urgent, and I’m right there with him, teetering on the edge.
“Yes. I want you to give me all of it. Fill me up.”
A harsh moan escapes him as he hastens his movements, driving into me harder.
“Fuck, April.”
“I’m so close.”
“Come with me.”
With one final, deep thrust, I feel him pulse, unloading inside me. The feeling undoes me, my body shaking with the force of it.
He drops a firm kiss to my lips before slowly pulling out after we catch our breath. His cum trickles down my thigh, and he captures the stream with two fingers before sliding his hand up and pushing his fingers back inside me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathes.
“Please stay.”
He smiles against my lips. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”