Chapter 8 #2
I watch her, mesmerized, as her cheeks hollow, eyes locked on mine.
"You're so good at this," I praise, my voice rough. "Suck my cock like that. Like the good girl you are."
She hums around me. The vibration sending sparks up my spine. Her free hand cups my balls, massaging gently, and I thrust up involuntarily, hitting the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't pull away. Instead, she relaxes her throat, taking me deeper.
"Fuck, Iris... just like that."
She's relentless now, her pace steady, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke. I can feel the pressure building, my abs tightening. But I don't want to come like this. I want to be inside her, feel her cunt clench around me.
With a growl, I pull her off, her lips popping free with a wet sound.
She looks up, confused, but I flip her, pinning her beneath me as I strip off her t-shirt. My body covers hers, skin to skin, and I kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue.
"I need to be inside you," I growl.
She nods eagerly, legs wrapping around my waist. "Yes, please."
I reach between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. She's still slick from her orgasm, and I slide in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the tight heat. We both moan as I bottom out, buried to the hilt.
"You're perfect," I tell her, starting to move. Slow thrusts, deep and measured, not the pounding of our times together before. I want her to feel every inch, every drag of my cock against her walls.
"Julian...oh fuck." Her nails dig into my shoulders as she meets my thrusts, hips rolling so I hit her at the right angle.
I brace on one elbow, my other hand sliding between us to rub her clit. She gasps, clenching around me, and I pick up the pace just a little. The bed creaks softly beneath us. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together. Wet slaps, heavy breaths, whispered names.
"You feel so good," I groan. "Your cunt is gripping me so tight."
She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut. "Harder," she demands.
I oblige, thrusting deeper but keeping the rhythm controlled. It's torture, this restraint, but it's worth it to see her unravel. Sweat beads on my brow, and I can feel more of it trickling down my back.
Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean down to capture a nipple, sucking as I fuck her.
"I'm close again," she pants. "Don't stop."
I grind against her, my pubic bone pressing on her clit, and she comes undone, her cunt pulsing around my cock in waves. It's enough to tip me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck, groaning as I spill inside her, hot and deep.
We stay like that for a moment, tangled and sated, breaths mingling. But even as the afterglow settles, the racing thoughts creep in again.
I roll off her, pulling her into my arms and covering us with the top sheet. I’ll just hold her for a little while and then I’ll go back to my room.
She snuggles closer, murmuring, "That was amazing." And then immediately falls asleep.
Anytime now, I’ll get up and leave her to sleep on her own.
But the night stretches on, and I don’t leave.
Iris snoozes beside me, her breathing even, one leg thrown over mine possessively.
The room is warm, the faint scent of our sex lingering in the air. Lucien’s house feels like a sanctuary, far from the violence we saw on the streets of the capital. But I know it’s an illusion.
Soon, real life will intrude on this moment, and I’ll have to give up Iris. Send her home so she can be safe. And that will only happen if she stays away from me, from my fucked-up life.
But for just a little while longer, I want to linger in this peaceful moment. I want to keep her in my arms for just a few more moments. As I trace patterns on her back, light enough not to wake her, my thoughts spin.
Why her? I've had women before, women just as smart as Iris. Some of them would have been deemed more beautiful than her by conventional standards.
But Iris, she’s gotten under my skin. And nobody will ever be as gorgeous to me as she is.
Her laugh, her wit, the way she challenges me without fear.
And in bed, she's a firecracker, matching my dominance with her own fire. I get hard again just thinking about it.
She stirs, her eyes opening sleepily. "Can't sleep?"
I shake my head, pulling her closer. "Just thinking."
"About what?" She props herself on an elbow, her breast brushing my arm.
"About you." I hesitate, then add, "I shouldn't be here, Iris. I'm not good for you."
She rolls her eyes, that American straightforwardness shining through. "Bullshit. You keep saying that, but here you are."
I chuckle despite myself. "You're a temptress, you know that?"
"Only for you." Her hand slides down my chest, over my abs, tracing teasing circles in my pubes.
My cock twitches at her touch. "Careful, love. You'll start something you can't finish."
"Who says I can't?" She grins, slipping her hand lower, wrapping around me. Her strokes quickly bring my cock to full attention.
"Iris..." It's a warning, but weak.
She shifts, straddling my thighs, her cunt hovering over cock. She's still wet from before, a mix of our releases, and the sight makes me groan. "Let me ride you this time," she whispers.
I nod and place my hands on her hips as she positions herself.
She sinks down slowly, taking me in, her head thrown back in pleasure. Fuck, the view is incredible. Her breasts bounce as she moves her hips in slow rolls.
"You're so thick," she moans.
I thrust up gently, meeting her, my hands guiding but not forcing. "Ride me, love. Take what you need."
She does, picking up speed, her hands on my chest for leverage.
I watch her face, the way her lips part, eyes half-lidded, and slide one hand to her clit, rubbing in circles as she grinds down.
"That's it," I encourage. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She shudders, her pace faltering as she nears the edge.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck, her collarbone. Our bodies move together, slick and synchronized.
"Julian... yes..." She comes with a gasp, clenching around me, and I follow soon after, spilling into her again.
We collapse back, laughing softly in the aftermath.
She cuddles next to me, kissing my chest. "Once we leave San Isidro, I won’t see you again. Will I?" Her voice sounds casual, but her body has tensed up.
I hesitate because the thought of never seeing her again tears something inside me. “No,” I finally say. “It’s not likely. My job…”
“Right,” she says with false cheeriness. “We better make the best of our time together then.”
I also pretend I’m not gutted about our parting and roll her onto her back, hovering over her. "I like how you think."
"Good." She pulls me down for a kiss.
This time, we fuck slower and explore each other.
I kiss down her body, paying homage to every curve. Her breasts, her stomach, the dip of her navel. When I reach her cunt again, she's sensitive, but I lick her gently, building her up once more.
"Julian... I can't... too much..."
"You can," I insist softly. "One more time."
My tongue works magic, and soon she's coming on my face again, her thighs quaking.
Then it's her turn. She pushes me back, taking my cock in her mouth once more. This blowjob is languid. Her lips tease me with long licks and gentle sucks, her eyes never leaving mine.
"You're killing me," I groan.
She smiles around me, then takes me deep, swallowing. It's too much. I come down her throat, and she takes every drop.
We fuck again after that, missionary, then from behind, gentle spoons where I hold her close, whispering dirty praises in her ear. "Your cunt feels so good when it takes my cock, love."
I try to keep it tender, but I am who I am, so my hand grabs her throat lightly, not squeezing, just possessing.
And she loves it.
By the time dawn filters through the curtains, we're exhausted, bodies spent.
She's curled against me, asleep, and I watch her, memorizing her every feature.