Chapter 24
Payson
My body aches with a satisfying hum as I stretch.
I can feel his arm over me, holding me close to his muscular chest. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I can’t remember coming to bed.
The overwhelming sensation that rocketed throughout my body as I came was incredible.
I’ve never experienced anything like it before.
It just makes me hungry for more. The way he kept denying my orgasm only made it more intense when he let me finish.
He stayed true to his word though. His hands on my body, his mouth on my skin, was all I could think about as he pounded into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.
My thighs squeeze together at the memory.
As if on cue, his arm drapes over my stomach, pulling me closer to him as he readjusts.
I feel his cock pulse as it pokes into my back.
I smile as I shift, pressing my ass further into him, causing a hiss to escape him.
“Unless you want to go again, I suggest you quit moving,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
I listen to the steady rise and fall of his chest behind me finding comfort in being in his arms. Why I don’t regret any of this is mind-blowing to me.
I mean, yesterday I was engaged, and now I can feel this heat deep in my belly, screaming at me to let it loose.
I roll my hips against him intentionally, silently asking him without saying the words.
Before I can blink, I’m flat on my back as he settles between my legs.
“I told you to quit moving,” he says, pinning me down with his body.
I stare up at him, a smile on the edge of my lips.
“Words, baby. Or this ends now.” I allow my hands to run up and down his arms, similar to how he did it, watching his muscles flex at my touch.
Slowly, I reach out and trace the lines of ink along his forearm with the tips of my fingers.
I’m not shy. Not the littlest bit, but for some reason words don’t seem to come.
He relaxes against me some, the tip of his cock pressing against me.
He slowly pushes in, scanning my face as he slides in further.
A small gasp leaves me before I can stop it, and he stops immediately. He goes to pull away, but I reach out and pull his face to mine. “Don’t stop,” I mumble, kissing him gently.
“Let me know if it hurts,” he whispers. I manage a small nod, and he eyes me.
“I’m okay. I don’t mind it.” He leans down, kissing my neck.
It feels so good. He feels so good. He picks up the pace a little, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
I feel him tense beneath me, but I let it go as his mouth moves further down to my collarbone.
He cups one of my breasts with his palm, massaging it as his mouth latches around my nipple.
“Ah...” He continues nipping, sucking, massaging, rotating from one to the other as my hips involuntarily move on their own accord.
As if a new person is coming out of me, I sit up, pushing him to lie back.
I can tell he isn’t used to relinquishing control, but he allows me now, as I climb on top of him, repeating the same thing he was just doing.
Except this time, I don’t stop at his chest. I kiss and lick my way down his body, following the curves of his muscles as I make my way to his cock.
His head falls back as I wrap my hand around the base and gently kiss from the tip to my fingers.
A deep groan vibrates through him, urging me on.
My tongue darts out, licking the small amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip before I close my mouth around the head of his cock.
I’ve never done this before, but hopefully he won’t be able to tell.
His hand grips my hair, wrapping my long strands around his fist, tugging as he guides up and down, licking and sucking from the tip to the base.
“Shittt.” His hips buck to meet my rhythm.
I look up at him to find him watching me, his eyes are dark with desire.
I take him deeper, gagging as his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Relax your mouth,” he says, and I do as he says.
He slides in easier, hitting the back of my throat again, but this time I don’t gag.
He thrusts up a few times before he tugs at my hair, pulling me off him with a pop.
He guides me to him, and I go willingly,
crawling up his body until he’s aligned back up.
I eagerly lower myself onto his hard length, forcing my body to relax at the sting of taking him this way.
“Jesus Christ…” he rasps, grabbing my hips.
He guides me back and forth, rocking into me with a slow, torturous rhythm.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock. Fuccckk.
” Hearing him moan is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I roll my hips harder, faster, chasing the same feeling I felt last night.
Sweat trickles on my skin as I feel my insides turn to lava.
A gush of warm liquid rushes through me as I scream out in pleasure.
He mumbles something as he thrusts harder into me, and his hot cum fills me.
It’s a good thing I’m on birth control. When the last of the aftershocks subsides, I can’t help but collapse onto his chest. He chuckles, rubbing small circles on my waist, and kisses my forehead.
A sweet, unexpected gesture. He gently moves me off him, gets up, walks to the bathroom, and comes back with a wet washcloth.
I lie there speechless as he cleans me up and tosses the dirty rag aside.
As if this moment could get any more intimate.