Chapter 25 #2
If he did that right now, I swear I would die. If anybody else saw me like this, so naked and utterly desperate, I would cry. But I look at Stellan and the desire in his ice blue eyes emboldens me.
I want to be wanton with him, to show him how hungry I am for whatever he will give me. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like forever, so I might as well be brazen right now.
“Looking at you like this, spread out and waiting for me to touch you... it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Stellan puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. I stiffen at his touch. It feels so good and all he’s doing is gently massaging my clit.
I am not a choir girl; I’ve definitely rubbed my clit before. But when he does it, it feels wholly different. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp.
I suck in a breath. He kisses my lips, looking deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch. I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding, my blood singing in my veins.
“It feels so good,” I whimper.
He massages my breast with his free hand, shaping the nipple with clever fingers. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him. I want to remember this moment, this moment of being connected to him so intimately.
Stellan gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.
His smirk becomes a sly grin. His fingers dip from my clit to my core,
circling and teasing. Bringing some of the moisture from my slit up to massage my aching clit in slow movements. I gasp and arch my back.
“I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, making my pussy ache to be filled.
I shiver against the sensation, desperate for more. “Stellan...” I gasp.
He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “What are you going to do? Are you going to stop me from tasting you? You want this, I promise you.”
Biting my lip, I relax my thighs.
Pulling both hands out to push my knees wide again, Stellan starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making his way down to my pussy.
I squirm, aching for what I know is coming.
He’s gone down on me before and I remember exactly how fucking good it felt.
I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second.
His nose tickles the inside of my thigh, just an inch from my soaking wet slit. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the glistening pink flesh he finds there.
Stellan glances up at me, still smirking. “Make noise for me, skatter. I need to hear it.”
My breath leaves me all at once, like someone punched me in the stomach. I nod slowly. “Yes, Stellan,” I whisper.
As he teases me with slow kisses to my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “Oh, please don’t stop... please... ”
He chuckles against my flesh. It seems natural to voice what I’m feeling, so I just go for it. As he sucks on my clit, I writhe against his mouth.
“Stellan, please! You make me so hot... I can barely look at you eating my pussy...”
He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.
All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire. He makes me crazy, playing my body like a violin, driving me insane with want.
“Please, baby...” I moan, my eyes closing. “I’m right there...”
I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. God, it feels so amazing. I never want it to end.
Stellan is already kissing his way up my body, getting to his feet. I can’t speak so I just turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.
He takes it greedily, kissing me hard, his mouth tasting deep and earthy and charged, the flavor a little like putting my tongue on a battery. It’s my taste, I realize with a start.
How could I not have known that I have a flavor of my very own? I gasp, finding it unspeakably sexy that he still tastes like me.
His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more. There is no question; I still want him.
I cling to his shoulders with one arm as I begin to fumble with his jeans with the other, smoothing my fingers down his back, clutching at his bare ass.
I’ve lost some of my shyness, exploring the shape of his ass, the way his lower back and legs feed into it.
It’s dense muscle, lean and smooth just like every other place on his body that I’ve touched.
I slide my touch down the back of his legs, finding the exact spot that hair begins to grow.
He doesn’t seem to mind my explorations or my curiosity in the least.
Stellan moves back an inch, pushing his jeans down to reveal his cock.
Thick and long and gloriously pink, it jumps at my touch.
His cock has a number of veins that seem worth exploring.
I trail my fingers down his length, shuddering when it feels like hot velvet.
Curious, I feel the weight of it in my palm, looking at his face.
He bites his lower lip, his eyes hooded, and allows my inquisitive touch for a moment. When I curl my fingers around his cock and give it an experimental stroke, he groans and reaches out to stop my hand.
“Not this time, skatter ,” he manages, looking a little strangled.
“I’ve waited too long. If you keep touching me, and keep looking at me with those innocent eyes, I’m going to come right away.
” Stellan leans down and kisses me passionately.
“I really want to know what it feels like to come inside that pretty pussy of yours.”
My eyes widen and I lick my lips. “I want that too.”
He pushes me back on the bed and eases his cock out of my grip, pressing the blunt tip against the inside of my thigh. I pull him in with my legs, making him readjust a little until he settles the tip of his length against my soaking wet slit.
Stellan closes his eyes, his breathing growing heavy.
“Fuck me,” I plead with him. “Please, Stellan. Don’t make me wait any more.”
We both groan in unison as he pushes inside, stretching me out with each inch. My whole body is alive with sensation, my breasts tingling.
“You’re so big,” I whisper.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. His brow furrows in concentration as he works his length all the way in. It’s a little uncomfortable for me, if I’m honest. Having so much weight crushed against me and being so intimately stretched out is awkward and almost painful.
But I trust Stellan; he has only brought me pleasure so far.
“God damn, ” he murmurs. He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them and pins me with his icy gaze. “You are so fucking tight, Margot.”
The reverent look on his face excites me, makes me squirm, grinding on his cock.
“Keep going,” I urge him. “You told me you would fuck me, so do it.”
He looks up at me, a sheen of sweat beginning to break across his forehead. He moves then, slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. I start to feel ripples of pleasure, tentative at first, then more and more certain.
I moan, loving the feel of him, of his big body smacking against mine. I run my hands down his muscular back, feeling the power that coils within him. It’s addictive.
Stellan takes my breast in one hand, pinching the nipple. I start to move in time with him, rolling my hips. Little licks of flame start to unfurl themselves deep inside of me, stealing my breath away.
“Ohh,” I moan. “More,” I beg. Tossing my head back, I meet his cautious thrusts by snapping my hips again and again.
He’s being careful with me, but I don't want that.
I want him to have all of me; I want to feel scorched by him, ruined by his every movement.
“Stop being careful. I want... more. Fuck me harder, Stellan. Do it like you mean it.”
He stiffens for just a moment, then grabs my hips and pulls me up a few inches. He forgets his hesitant rhythm and starts hammering himself in and out of my pussy. My eyes widen for a second.
“Shit,” I swear. My pussy clamps down on his cock in the position we are in. Suddenly, I feel everything a thousand times more, every single nerve ending on fire. “Oh god. Yes. Yes!”
He starts sweating in earnest, his sweat mixing with my own. Looking at his fierce expression, I’m unsure what I’ve unleashed in him, more beast than man. He looms over me, his thrusts nearly violent, every single one of his muscles working toward one goal.
Fucking me. I know I can touch myself, make this come to an end for me. I don’t want to, though. It’s so good, feeling stretched out by his giant cock, his sweat dripping off his face and landing on my chest. But at the same time, the ripples of my inner pond are growing in size, becoming chaotic.
I can’t hold it in forever.
It feels unbelievably good to move my hips in time with each thrust. I focus on that, squeezing my eyes closed, my fingers grasping my own nipple. Stellan groans, slowing his pace down and slipping his hand down between us.
“I need you to focus,” he whispers. “I can’t come until you do and I’m getting close.”
He brushes my clit, the sensation like a live wire. I suddenly feel electrified, moaning and clutching at his shoulders.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes! Faster!”
He speeds up his thrusts and punctuates each one by thrumming my clit. Sounds pour from my throat; I clutch at his shoulders, ready to burst. “Come for me,” he whispers, his words a plea and a command at once.
I clench my eyes shut, stretching, reaching for what I know is about to happen. I can feel the strings of desire tightening... I just need them to break. “Stellan... I...”
I reach a sudden cliff, running up one side and launching myself off. I howl my pleasure skyward. That’s what coming feels like — falling down a
deep, dark crevasse. My lungs seizing up, my whole body shaking and clamping down. My pussy spasms, clenching his cock. A million tiny jolts of sensation overwhelm my entire system, all at once, threatening to burn me alive.
Stellan doesn’t need to ask if I climaxed.
He seems to know my body already, that all I need right now is for him to finally come.
I open my eyes and keep my hips moving, trying desperately to breathe.
He hammers his cock home at a blistering pace, his movements freezes as he approaches his own peak.
“God damn,” he whispers, pumping his hips madly. He pushes me back down, his fingers tightening around my throat. Not actually choking me, just dominating me completely.
And I love every second of it.
I raise my chin, sliding my fingers over his and pressing down. “I’m yours, Stellan. I’m fucking yours.”
That seems to trigger his orgasm. His eyes widen, his thrusts growing erratic. He slams his body against me, filling me with his cock. “Fuck, Margot, you’re making me come...”
Then he roars, thrusting hard and raggedly a half dozen times. I feel him coming, feel his semen fill me in hot pulses. He closes his eyes and shudders as he comes, gasping in breaths. I can only turn my lips up to his once more.