Chapter 7 Ember #2
He broke away just enough to rasp against my lips. "Ember, I can't stop thinking about you. I need you right here, right now."
His voice was gravelly, thick with lust, and it sent jolts of electricity down my spine.
"Yes," I breathed, my fingers already fumbling with the buttons of his crisp white shirt. "Okay. Yes…"
With a low growl, he hoisted me up onto the dining room table, and he didn't waste a second shoving my oversized sweatshirt up and over my head in one fluid motion, baring my breasts to the air.
My nipples hardened in the chill from the air conditioner, and he descended like a man starved.
His mouth latched onto one peak, sucking hard while his tongue flicked relentlessly over the sensitive tip.
I moaned, arching my back to feed more of myself into his eager mouth. "Oh, God, Nate… That feels so good. Don't stop."
He hummed his approval, shooting vibration straight to my core, then switched to my other breast.
His teeth grazed the tender flesh just enough to sting, then soothed it with long, wet laps of his tongue.
All the while, his hands roamed my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before one slid down to cup me through my sweatpants.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, nipping at my collarbone as he hooked his fingers into my waistband. "I bet you're drenched for me already."
I nodded frantically, lifting my hips to help him peel the sweatpants and panties down my legs.
He tossed them aside carelessly, spreading my thighs wide with firm hands.
Cool air kissed my exposed pussy, but his heated stare made me clench with anticipation.
"God, look at you," he groaned, tracing a single finger along my slick folds. "So pink and wet, begging for it." He parted me gently, circling my clit with his thumb before plunging two thick fingers deep inside.
I cried out, my walls fluttering around the invasion as he curled them upward, stroking that electric spot with expertise I knew came with age. "Yes, right there. Harder, please."
He pumped faster, his thumb grinding circles over my swollen clit while his free hand pinned my hip to the table.
The wet sounds of my arousal filled the room. It was obscene and intoxicating.
Pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers.
"Come for me," he commanded, leaning down to capture my nipple again. "Drench my hand. Show me how much you need this."
His words shattered me.
My orgasm ripped through me in violent waves, my walls spasming wildly around his fingers as I groaned in pleasure.
Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I gripped the edges of the table to anchor myself, riding out the bliss until my body went limp.
He withdrew slowly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and licking them clean while holding eye contact. "You taste like heaven, Ember. Sweet and filthy all at once."
Watching him devour my essence made my spent body feel ravenous for him.
I leaned forward shakily, my hands trembling as I attacked the rest of his shirt, shoving it off his broad shoulders.
His chest was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle dusted with silver hair, and I couldn't resist dragging my nails down it, savoring his sharp inhale.
"My turn," I whispered, sliding off the table to kneel before him. He toed off his shoes while I unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers.
It sprang out proudly and stood on end, announcing his desire for me.
I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking upward with a twist that made him hiss. "Ember… your hand feels amazing." Leaning in, I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty bead of his arousal before taking him deep into my mouth.
He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair to guide me.
I bobbed steadily, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat to take more of him.
His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I hummed around his length, drawing a curse from his lips.
"Enough," he panted, pulling me off with a wet pop. "I wanna devour you now." He lifted me back onto the table and dropped to his knees between my spread legs.
His mouth was on me in an instant, tongue lapping broad strokes from my entrance to my clit.
I keened, tangling my fingers in his silver hair as he devoured me like a feast. "Nate… oh, God, your tongue… it's too much."
He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly while sliding his fingers back inside me.
The dual assault had me writhing, the table creaking under my jerking.
He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously as his tongue delved deeper, thrusting into me with lewd, slurping sounds.
"I'm gonna come again," I gasped, my thighs clamping around his head. "Don't stop… please, Nate, make me come."
He growled into my pussy, and the sound sent me over the edge.
My second orgasm hit harder, a gush of wetness coating his chin as I bucked against his unrelenting mouth.
He drank it all down, prolonging my pleasure until I was a trembling mess.
Whimpering and pleading, I clenched around his fingers until he backed away.
Rising up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes blazing with hunger. "Turn around," he ordered, voice rough. "I want you from behind."
I scrambled to obey, sliding off the table and bending over it, ass presented to him.
He kicked my legs wider, rubbing the head of his cock through my soaked folds. "You ready for this?"
"Yes," I begged, pushing back against him. "Do it hard, Nate. Ruin me."
When he pushed in I gasped, then groaned, and then angled my hips to take him deeper.
The table rocked with every savage plunge, his hips snapping against my thighs in a relentless rhythm. "So tight," he grunted, and both hands gripped my hips so hard I gasped again.
I braced my hands on the wood, meeting his thrusts with desperate rolls of my hips. "Harder… God, yes, just like that. You're so deep."
His other hand snaked around to rub my clit, the added friction making my knees buckle.
Sweat slicked our skin, our bodies slapping together in a primal frenzy.
The pressure built unbearably fast, my walls closing in around him. "I'm close… oh, God," I moaned, and for a split second I thought about protection, a condom, anything, but I was so close, all I could do was let go again as my body toppled over the edge.
He roared, his pace turning erratic as he chased his release.
My body trembled in convulsions and tight spasms, milking him and dragging him over the edge.
He buried himself deep, flooding me with hot jets of cum as his body shuddered against mine.
Then he collapsed forward onto the table, his weight pinning me in the best way, as we both gasped for air.
He stayed inside me, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder. "That was… beyond words."
I turned my head, smiling lazily as aftershocks rippled through us.
I felt drugged or drunk, or just plain spent. And every negative thought of what might happen had been forced out of my head.
"I'm glad you came tonight," I mumbled in a post-sex haze.
"We should move to the bed. I want more of you, all night." He slid out and helped me stand, and I was putty in his grasp.
The way this man made me forget everything felt like a spell he'd cast on me.
I would regret this tomorrow, but I knew if I pushed him away, somehow, I'd regret it more.