10. Kelsey
10
KELSEY
I’m spread out on Axel’s very comfy bed, completely naked. I watch as he undresses himself, revealing the dozens of tattoos I suspected he was hiding. I hope two weeks is enough time to memorize them all, both with my fingertips and with my lips.
I suck in a gasp as his jeans drop to the floor, and his massive cock springs free. I’ve written about heroines who are desperate to take in a cock the size of The Hammer of Thor, but I’ve never felt that way myself.
Until now.
I don’t know how he’ll fit inside me, I just know he will.
Axel steps up to the edge of the bed, shackling my ankles with his hands, and yanks me down the silky soft comforter. Once my knees are bent over the edge, he kneels down to the floor. “Prepare to be pampered, Princess.”
I expect his mouth to go right for my sopping wet pussy. But I should have known better. Axel takes his sweet ass time pressing soft kisses from my knee to my inner thigh—one leg at a time. Both times he reaches my core, he stops just short of my sensitive flesh.
This takes sexual tension building to a whole other level . I should write a scene like this. It’s the last coherent thought I have before the tip of his tongue softly grazes my clit. When had he spread my legs and pussy lips wider? I can’t remember, and I realize I don’t fucking care.
I abandon all thought and sink into sensation. Axel’s tongue leisurely exploring my wet folds, his lips pressing kisses against my sensitive skin, the vibration of his low, approving groans sending jolt waves of pleasure throughout my body. It feels as though it’s been hours, though I’m certain it’s hardly been more than a few minutes, when Axel gradually increases the intensity of everything his perfect mouth is doing to my core.
I rock my hips up to meet his motions, like I’m riding gentle waves on the ocean.
I could do this all night.
I could do this forever .
A finger slides into my channel, and I moan. Everything he’s doing is so unhurried, but pleasure is building rapidly. “Axel,” I pant, the sensation of it all overwhelmingly perfect. “I’m close.”
“I know,” he says, his words vibrating against my swollen bud.
It doesn’t matter that I knew I was almost to the edge. My climax catches me off guard anyway. A rumble of pleasure ripples through me, and only then does Axel intensify the pace of his tongue, the rhythm of his finger inside me, and the pressure of his mouth against my pussy.
The deliciously violent wave goes on and on and on.
I cry out in octaves I didn’t know I could hit.
Axel pins my thighs to the bed, which is probably a good thing or I’d shoot right off the mattress and leave a hole in his ceiling.
I explode from the inside out.
Is this what fireworks feel like when they explode?
When the wave starts to subside, Axel finally lifts his mouth from my core. “How was that for pampering, Princess?”
“Out of this fucking world,” I say on a sated laugh.
He stands, his cock popping to attention. It doesn’t matter that my core is incredibly sensitive right now. I need him inside me.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asks. “I’m clean, but I’ll respect whatever you want.”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “And I’m clean too. I want to feel you inside me with nothing in between.”
“You make all your other research subjects use protection?” he asks, kneeling on the bed as I shimmy back up to the pillows. His question doesn’t sound jealous, but his raised eyebrow suggests more of a challenge. I can’t explain why it’s so fucking hot. I’ll have to work that out in a book scene later.
“You’re the only research subject I’ve slept with,” I tell him, though I suspect he already knows that. “And if you must know, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept with anyone.”
“Really?”
“You sound surprised.”
“You write romance novels. Did I misinterpret what kind?”
“Oh, they’re full of the smuttiest smut,” I admit, reaching for his neck as he hovers over me. I thread my fingers through his slightly shaggy hair. The kind of hair that’ll look nice and tousled after sex. “I’ve just been too busy writing to focus on extra curriculars.”
He guides his cock to my entrance, pressing his tip against my opening. “You know what I think?”
“What’s that?” I ask, staring at his lips. We made out when we first got inside, but it feels like days since my lips have found his.
“I think you’ll be so full of inspiration after I come inside you that you’ll be able to write ten more books.” He plunges into me all at once. My hips arch up to take him in as I cry out. I anchor myself to him, legs wrapped around his hips, arms around his neck, lips fused to his mouth.
I surrender completely to Axel as he takes me.
The frenzied kissing, the desperate pounding of his cock into me, both of us holding each other so tightly that it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. We are one. The thought should terrify me. Maybe tomorrow morning it will. But tonight, I just want to be.
I meet him thrust for thrust as long as I can, then let him take over the savage pace. How I’m not split in two right now is a mystery I don’t fucking care to solve.
Another orgasm builds in my core, but I don’t have time to warn him before I come undone.
“That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock.”
I’m wrapped around him like a spider monkey, my body no longer touching the bed. At least I don’t think it is. I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fantasy right now. Axel’s hands are anchored on my ass as he pummels into me.
He starts to groan.
“Come inside me,” I plead.
He pumps hard one, two, three final times and lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard a man make as he releases himself inside me.
His lips find mine, gently this time, as he comes down from his own high. His cock is still inside me when he looks me in the eyes and says, “You’re mine, Princess. Only mine.”