Chapter 8
His arm wraps tight around me and he runs his fingers up and down the back of my upper arm. While his other hand rests on my belly. Goose bumps dot my flesh, and my nipples harden from the pressure of his hand.
I tense with anticipation, eager to see what part of my body his hand will travel next.
It moves slowly upward, fingertips trailing across my skin. His hand finds my breast. He cups my flesh. Glides his thumb over my tightening nipple. My back arches, as every hair on my arm stands on end. His mouth finds my ear.
His breath is warm and tickles as he says, “Have you ever been touched like this?”
“No,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.
He cups my other breast, squeezing gently and I let out a deep moan. His mouth traces kisses down my neck as he takes my nipple between his fingers and squeezes gently. I gasp. He shifts beside me, his mouth hovering over mine. My eyes close and I lift my head, pressing my lips to his.
The kiss ignites every flame of desire in my body. His tongue caresses mine as we wind further around one another. Too soon, he pulls away. Kissing my cheek, my earlobe, my neck.
His mouth moves lower. Finding my awakened nipple and taking it between his lips. The sensual nature of the gesture hits me in my core. Moisture pools between my legs as my trembling fingers move over his smooth skin.
He moves lower, his gentle kisses caressing my belly. Heat flushes up from my chest, covering my face. My heart races, my breaths shorten. My eyes close, my head lolls back as he rests his cheek on my stomach. His hand begins wandering up my thigh. Moving toward that pulsing throb between my legs.
My breath catches in my chest. I can think of nothing but the feel of his perfect fingers as they slide closer. I part my thighs for him.
The tip of his finger slides between the swollen lips of my pussy. “How about here?” A soft moan escapes my lips as he gently moves his finger over my clit. My muscles tighten from his touch, a gush of arousal pooling at his attention. He circles my clit once, collecting my juices, then his finger slides down. And then up again.
He presses again on my begging clit. I cry out as pleasure travels through my body. His touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Tingles dance over my flesh. His tongue lashes out, licking my belly. His slick finger begins to slide up and down over my pussy, then circles my clit again. My hips move, gyrating with his rhythm.
Every few strokes, he presses his fingertip directly on my aching bud and I feel as though I’m losing my mind. I want to... explode... implode... I want to burst, to come forth and wipe out this pressure that is building like steam inside an engine.
I ache so much I feel as though I’ll die if I don’t find release. He puts two fingers together and they move faster, harder. I’m feverish, panting, my breath coming in short hard bursts as the tightening in my core contracts until I feel as though I’m going to erupt.
“God!” I scream, arching my back and grabbing his head in my hands as I come. He doesn’t stop moving his hand and coming down from one wave, I begin to ride another. He pinches my clit. I gasp, his hand moves faster, harder. My mouth gaping wide... and then I feel the weight of his head leave my stomach.
My mind blanks.
And now, he’s on all fours, hovering over me. His hand moves to my thigh, his hot wet mouth wraps around my aching clit. Both his hands are on my legs, and he grabs the inward sides of my thighs, spreading me open to give him better access. His tongue is whipping my clit, his mouth caressing my pussy. A molten heat fills my core, my lower body turned to lava. The coil within me tightens. I feel as if I’ll break, snap in half from within.
Then the sweet release comes a second time. Stronger than the first. I clutch at his shoulders, squeezing his strong muscles with my fingertips, digging my nails into his flesh.
He’ll wear the marks of my passion for days. I come in a shuddering burst, and as I do, I call his name.
Completely spent, I collapse back onto the bed. I lie there, my eyes opened wide staring at the white ceiling. I’m in shock. I try to catch my breath. To process what was just done to my body. My limbs feel heavy, relaxed. A liquid-like sensation akin to a physical form of contentment flows through my body. All of the tension he built is gone, leaving behind a warm glow. And finally, I drift off to deep sleep.