Chapter 42 #2
The sheer honesty of her words shattered whatever self-control I had left. My answering kiss was rough, fast, and completely possessive. I lifted her again, carrying her the final few feet to the mattress, laying her down with the utmost care.
“I’ve imagined this a million times, Ness, but when you say things like that…” I excelled sharply, hovering over her frame. “You can’t say things like that to me.”
I slid my hands to the waistband of her leggings and began to peel them down slowly, following the fabric with my lips, kissing every inch of exposed skin.
Her breath was coming in short, frantic gasps as I crawled back up the mattress, planting teasing, deliberate kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
The anticipation was pure, delicious torture. Vanessa clutched the sheets beneath her, her back arching off the mattress when I ran the tip of my nose over her center, still obscured by a thin scrap of wet lace. A low, breathless chuckle escaped me at her reaction.
“Trigger happy, Ness?”
“If all this has been foreplay, then yes. Obviously.”
I didn't answer. I leaned down, caught the edge of her underwear between my teeth, and pulled the fabric down her legs until she was completely bare to me.
Her skin was buzzing with a frantic energy.
I leaned over and pressed a long, tender kiss to the surgical scar on her leg—a silent promise to quiet the chaotic thoughts in her head—before I finally dove in.
I used my tongue and lips with rough, unyielding precision, licking and sucking until a high, shattered sob broke from her throat. The climax hit her fast and hard, the built-up tension of months igniting all at once as her body buckled against my mouth.
Before the tremors could even fade from her thighs, she reached down, gripped my shoulders, and pulled me up, unexpectedly rolling me onto my back beneath her.
“My turn,” she panted.
My heart hammered against my ribs as she reached for my jeans and briefs, tugging them down my legs until I was completely exposed to her. I watched her eyes track the heavy, hard length of me, and the naked hunger in her expression was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced.
She leaned forward, her hair brushing my thighs, and took as much of me into her mouth as she could manage.
A sharp hiss escaped my teeth at the sudden, consuming heat of her throat.
My hand found her hair, my fingers anchoring into the strands to guide her rhythm as my own low moans began to vibrate through the quiet room.
After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, I couldn't take the restriction anymore.
I gripped her by the arms and flipped her back onto the mattress, pinning her fully beneath me.
I quickly stripped the remaining shirt and bra from her body, my eyes going wide as I drank in the sight of her completely bare.
I sat up, leaning down to aggressively suck one tight nipple into my mouth while my hand massaged the other.
She was moving frantically beneath me, her soft center pressing perfectly against my aching hardness.
We traded slow, agonizing friction for minutes until I caught the sound of a low, husky laugh bubbling in her throat.
She quickly flipped us back over. I looked up, amused, but before I could even ask what she was laughing at, she shifted her hips, slid down, and took the entire length of me inside her in one long, devastatingly slow thrust.
I choked on a sudden gasp, my head snapping back against the pillows.
Vanessa rose and fell against me with a painfully slow, deliberate rhythm, completely dominating the pace.
I reached up, my hands gripping her hips to force a faster motion, but she instantly caught my wrists, slamming them flat against the mattress above my head and pinning them there.
She looked down at me, her eyes dark with a wicked challenge, completely refusing to give up control.
Two could play at that game, but I had a decade of pent-up demand fueling me.
I arched my hips off the bed, meeting every single one of her slow downward descents halfway, driving deep enough to hit the exact spot that made her lose all coherent reason.
Her grip on my wrists slackened as she began to ride me harder and faster, her head tilting back as the room filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the heavy, wet friction of skin against skin.
I sat up completely, breaking her hold, and gripped her bare hips in my palms. I altered the angle, driving into her with a fierce, deep rhythm that sent her completely over the precipice.
She came hard—harder than I had ever felt her body move—her entire frame shattering around me in tight, rhythmic waves.
She collapsed boneless against my chest, but the tight, clenching friction of her release was the final straw. I delivered three more hard, deep thrusts until my own release ripped through me, a groan so deep and raw it felt like it tore straight from my chest as I spilled inside her.
When the world finally stopped spinning, we collapsed side by side into the pillows, completely spent, sinking into a blissful, breathless sleep.