Chapter Ten #2
I tease her lips, skirting along them without dipping in. She thinks she’s panting and ready. But I want her wanton and begging as I lick her over and over. There’s no rush, no deadline (at least not here), so I plan to draw this out as long as I possibly can.
My thumb hooks into the crotch of her shorts and underwear, and I yank. Pulling a gasp from her and a chuckle from me.
“Ryatt! What are you doing?” She reaches down attempting to pull them back up. “There’s lights on?! And we are in the living room?”
My eyebrow hooks up as I smirk. “And?”
“You don’t want to see this,” she gestures at her body, her hand waving over the top of it. “It’s gross and you’ll walk out if you see it. Can we go to the bedroom with the lights off? I really want this, but I can’t face rejection.”
Using a bit of my strength, I rip her shorts, the flimsy fabric falling to the couch. Holly tries to scramble away, reaching for her blanket, until I rip that away too.
“Let’s get one thing straight, here and now.” I growl as I splay my hand across her stomach. “There isn’t a single, and I fucking mean, a single thing wrong with you.”
I scoot back on the couch, moving until I’m eye level with her glistening cunt. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you, over…” my tongue swipes out. “And over again, just how sexy you are to me. Then I’ll find the man who taught you that you weren’t and show him just what he lost.”
She looks down at me, eyes wide, as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I can see the curiosity there. I’ve at least managed to move her a little further away from fear.
Holly is a Goddess from this angle, all the dips and curves only add to her beauty. I just worry once she sees my truth, in the light, that she’ll be the one running away.
Should I tell her before we go any further? Probably. But like she said earlier, we both want this before the magic breaks. Even though I don’t want it to, it’s still there in the back of my mind that she just might be the one who breaks it.
I can’t focus on that now. If this is my first and last time, then it better be the time I show her exactly what it’s like to be treated like the Goddess she is. Not how some fuckboy taught her.
With renewed focus, I use my fingers to spread her glistening, swelling lips. I doubt I’ll make it as far as I claim, because as hard as I am, I’m already ready to rut into her.
I flatten my tongue, swiping straight up her seam.
Moaning at her sweetness, the nectar that I swear tastes just as she smells.
Those frosted cranberries coated in brown sugar.
My Goddess, this can’t be real. I’ve been with countless rein chasers, elves who dream of landing a Sugarplum Prince, and none of them have ever tasted like this.
I dive back in, feasting on her as if it’s cheat day on my diet and fresh cookies just came out of the oven.
Between the licks and my fingers thrusting up into her, Holly is chanting my name into the ceiling. My dick is painful as it’s smashed against the zipper of my jeans. I can’t help but rock against the couch, anything for a smidge of relief.
“That’s it Berry, give it to me.” She thrashes her head from side to side.
“I can’t.” She moans so loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors are well aware of what we are doing.
I pull back, sitting on my feet as my dick tents my jeans. She lifts her head up, panting.
“Why’d you stop?”
The metallic ring of my zipper sliding down feels the air. “Because, I’m ready to feel you wrapped around my cock, but you see…” I pull my dick from my pants. All ten inches of hard dick stands proudly between us. “I need you to come for me, otherwise this might hurt.”
I lean forward, shifting my pants down to my knees. Gripping my dick in my hand, I flick it up and down across her clit. Her back arches off the couch.
“I’m ready. I promise.” She looks at me as she nods her head quickly.
“You sure about that?” I wrap my hand around my dick, and I can barely wrap around it. “See I’m not just long, I’m thick.” I guide my dick to her opening, pushing just the tip in. She hisses through her teeth.
“See, not quite ready. But we’ll get there. Give me an orgasm and I’ll give you everything. Every inch.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “But I want something first.”
My eyebrow quirks. “Go on?”
She doesn’t say a word, but I feel this rush of confidence in her. She pushes on my shoulders until I sit back on the couch. She climbs up and straddles my hips.
“Scoot down just a bit.”
Doing what she says, I immediately understand why.
Now my dick is nestled in her warmth as her juices soak me.
She doesn’t ask permission or even explain.
Instead she sinks fully onto me and rocks her hips.
Everything about this is erotic. Her full hips are splayed over me, her ass jiggles with every thrust. Fuck.
I could come just from this alone. The friction is out of this world, and the fact that she is topping me has me singing Jingle Bells to keep from blowing my load.
There’s just one thing I need…
I hook my fingers under her sweater, praying she is naked beneath, and rip it over her head. Those luscious tits fall perfectly out of her sweater and I could die a happy man right her.
My fingers stroke tenderly up her side as I take in every single dip and curve of this stunning woman. Her dusty-rose nipples are stiff and perfect for sucking. I cup one of her breasts in my palm and squeeze as my thumb flicks across it. I’ll have these in my mouth eventually.
Holly’s delicate hands land on my shoulders as she leans forward, sliding up my dick, and we both moan in unison. “You’ve got to move, Berry, otherwise all my restraint is going to snap.” My body shakes as I try to keep myself seated. She needs this more than anything.
Her hips rock slowly, back-and-forth. “Oh, Goddess Ryatt, I can’t wait any longer.”
I grip her hips, my fingers indenting her curves. I pull her, guiding her along my dick, and we find a perfect rhythm. One that has both of us panting. From this angle, I can feel her fluttering; she’s almost there.
“That’s it, Berry. You’re almost there…fuck this feels amazing. Don’t stop.”
“Oh, Goddess…Ryatt!” She shouts my name as a gush of liquid warms my lap.
Her moans are still echoing around the apartment when I lift her up and slam myself home. All ten inches slide in perfectly, and I’m seeing stars. The death grip her cunt has on my dick is almost strangling me.
“Fuck you’re big.” She moans as her hands reach up and run through her hair as she slowly rocks in my lap. “It feels like you’re in my lungs.”
I hiss through my teeth as she pushes up, sliding up my dick before she falls back down. She repeats the motion a few times, and we are both moaning. She feels amazing, and I don’t know that I won’t want to stay here, warming snug inside her.
I can feel her already building up again, and we haven’t done anything. She finds a new rhythm that has us both panting and all I can do is hold on while she seeks whatever it is she needs. She seems to have never been given the chance to find her own pleasure.
She pulls me in deeper with each second she gets closer. Her thrusts are more erratic, less coordinated. I know it’s close and I’m right there with her.
“Ryatt…I’m about to come…I’ve…”
I thrust up into her, bringing her thought process back to the pleasure. I grip her hips, holding her up as I thrust into her rapidly. Her nails bite into my shoulders as she holds on.
“You feel amazing, Berry. Come for me.”
“Daaaasher…slow down I’m not ready.”
I grunt and stutter in my pace at her nickname. I haven’t told her my last name, but it’s funny she hit it head-on.
“Can’t…” I ground out. “Stop.” Her skin is white beneath my fingertips as I thrust faster. I can’t stop now. It feels too good, and something about this orgasm feels different, stronger.
My own pace is erratic as I keep thrusting up into her. A tingle runs down my spine and I grunt one more time before I slam her down onto my lap. The first squirt of my orgasm triggers hers, and she follows me right over the edge.
We are both moaning as our orgasm grips us and doesn’t let go. It feels as though it will keep going and that even my hard dick won’t go down. I’m still as hard as I was before. I pull her to my chest, still tightly gripped inside her, and walk over to her dining room table.
I swipe everything off the table and lay her down. Spreading herself out, she gasps when the cold wood meets her heated skin.
“Ryatt, this table can’t hold me.”
I put my finger over her lips. “Shhh, trust me. I won’t let you fall,” I kick the wooden table leg. “And this table is plenty sturdy enough.”
I rock a few times, eliciting a moan from her, both of us enjoying this new angle before I pull out, a gush of our mixed cum coming with me.
“Don’t move, Berry.” I say as I swipe my fingers through our cum and push it back inside her, moving my fingers in a scissor motion.
I walk around my beautiful Goddess and open her fridge, finding exactly what I’m looking for.
I don’t say a word as I close the fridge, but I can see her looking over to see what I’m doing.
A smirk spreads across my face as I walk back to between her thighs, my prizes gripped in my hands, as I shake them back-and-forth over here.
She blinks up at him, her breaths coming fast as her eyes flick between the two bottles. Whipped cream and chocolate syrup in the other. Her brows lift, confusion flickering across her face as she tries to decide if I’m being serious.
“Uh…did sex make you hungry for sundaes?” She asks, half-laughing, half-bewildered, every nerve still alive with electricity between them.
The look I give her answer—slow, wicked, and utterly sure—should tell her whatever I’m planning isn’t breakfast.
“Oh, I’m hungry all right. But not for the traditional sundae.” I pop the cap off the whipped cream, shaking the bottle. Squirting some of it into my mouth, I feel a devilish smile spread across my face as I turn the can upside down and squirt some directly onto her breast.
She gasps in shock before I swoop down and lick the mound of whip cream, swirling my tongue through it. I move my tongue along her nipple, pulling the whipped cream along with me.
“I never thought I’d be into this, but that feels amazing.” She moans as her back arches.
I sit back up and spray a mound of cream at the top of her mound, letting it melt down her vagina as I pop the cap on the syrup. My eyes zero in on the liquid as it falls along her folds and pools onto the table below her.
I’m about to feast and enjoy every single second of it.