Chapter 22 #2
A shaky breath and I lick the seam of her lips, tasting it.
Kissing at her mouth and neck, I coax her back into the lull of pleasure as my fingers toy with her breasts and the smooth mound of her pussy.
My thumb glides over the seam of her lips, over her swollen clit without giving her any pressure.
I’ve felt her come apart on my fingers, but I’m dying to taste her on my tongue.
Her mouth opens on a soundless gasp as I skirt up and down her like this and I smile against her neck.
Bianca is insanely responsive and incredibly sexual when she lets go. The things I plan to do to her body, the limits I intend to test and push are boundless.
“Don’t lie back,” I tell her as I track back down her body. “Watch me eat you like a man starving.”
A sharp, ragged breath flees her lungs as I spread her thighs wide, throw them over my shoulders, and cover her pussy with my mouth.
Running my hands along her silky thighs, a rumble escapes my throat as I taste her, suck on her clit.
A loud moan and then her hand is in my hair, gripping me by the roots as if she doesn’t know what to do with this sensation.
Has anyone ever eaten her pussy like this?
I doubt it. That has me growling like a caveman as a flare of possessive satisfaction blazes through me.
This sweet, innocent little bunny is mine now.
Her ass lifts off the stone, seeking my tongue as I slide down to her dripping entrance.
I release one of her legs and grab her breast, pinching her nipple until she cries out.
Then my tongue thrusts up inside her and her head flies back as that cry turns to a low, long moan.
I fuck her like this. With my tongue eating at her. All swirling plunges and deep licks.
Just as her legs start to shake on my shoulders I pull back and she huffs out a disgruntled moan at being denied her orgasm.
Blowing cool air on her pussy and with my eyes on hers, I slap her clit.
She screams, but I’m already there, sucking it back into my mouth to ease the sting while pressing two fingers inside her.
I keep this up, alternating between bites of pain and blissful pleasure, toying with her climax until she’s so worked up, she’s begging me to let her come.
I’m so hard I’m about to burst in my jeans, my mouth and chin sloppy with her arousal that’s leaking from her. My crooked fingers play with the spot inside her, the walls of her pussy quivering, convulsing, just like my girl.
“Please.” Another begged cry, and I can’t deny her any longer. She’s been such a good girl letting me play with her like this and I tell her that making her moan louder than she was before. Even if she has no idea what’s coming next for her.
Picking up the pace of my fingers, I blow on her again.
She shakes uncontrollably, one hand on the counter, the other toying with her breast. Her legs wrap tighter around me, attempting to press me back into her, and I give her what she wants.
My lips capture her clit and I suck it hard into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue while my fingers move faster and faster.
She detonates, screaming out a release so powerful for a moment I’m afraid she’s going to topple off the counter.
Her body shoots up, practically falling on me, her hand in my hair attempting to pull me closer while yanking me back.
It’s a lot. A lot of pressure and a lot of pleasure after being denied so long and I’m not being easy or gentle on her.
But when I’ve wrung every last ounce of her orgasm from her body, licking her too-sensitive pussy clean, she sags back on the counter, panting for her life while laughing lightly.
“Stars,” she murmurs, her eyes closed. “I definitely saw stars.”
Standing, I kiss my way up her sweaty body, over her breasts until I’m at her lips where I give her a gentle kiss. “Was it too much?”
Her eyes pop open, a dopey, sated grin on her swollen lips as her hand comes up, brushing some of my hair back from my face.
“You’re so gorgeous it’s impossible to handle sometimes.
Especially when you look like this. No. It wasn’t too much.
It was… a lot. More than I’ve ever experienced before. But… I liked it.”
“Good.”
“We’re going to need to clean your counter.”
I chuckle into her, kissing her deeper so she knows that can wait. I’m far from done with her tonight. “Wrap your legs around me, pretty girl.” She does and I lift her off the counter, holding her against me as I head for the stairs.
“Kaplan, I can walk!”
“I’ve carried you before and so help me, if you say one word about how you’re not small or light or whatever toxic shit is going through your head, I will spank your ass until my handprint shows red.”
“I just don’t want to fall.”
I pull back and meet her eyes halfway up the steps. “You think I’d ever drop you?”
“No. I don’t know. Just keep going.”
I finish up the stairs and then down the hall into my bedroom where I set her down on the bed.
My pants hit the floor and then I’m crawling over her until my eyes meet hers.
Lifting one of her legs up, I set it on my shoulder and then, without warning or words, I slide deep inside her. No condom. Nothing separating us.
The pleasure is so euphoric and foreign, every breath in my lungs is instantly expelled.
I’ve never done this with anyone. Fucked a woman I didn’t have a condom and a signed NDA with. What this means for me, for my life and how I’ve lived it thus far isn’t lost on me.
But Bianca isn’t just any woman. She’s been part of my soul for the last ten years.
A permanent resident in my mind. One I never thought I’d get to see again let alone be with like this.
Knowing who she is, what she means to me, is sailing me into uncharted waters.
Waters I never wanted to navigate before, but now, gazing into her eyes and feeling her around me, I don’t know how I’ll be able to live anywhere else.
I start to pound into her, setting a good rhythm with her splayed open like this, one knee up on my shoulder, the other wide around my waist.
“Jesus, I can feel it. The metal. Oh my god, Kaplan.” Her hands grasp at my arms, gripping the hell out of me as her head twists from left to right.
“Too much?”
“No. So good. So good. Oh my hell, it’s so fucking good. But I didn’t get to see them.”
I chuckle mid-pant as I reach down, grabbing her luscious ass and massaging the globes as I lift her up, shifting our angle. “You will, baby. This is only round one.”
“Fuck, I’m going to die or pass out before that.”
Leaning down, I bite her nipple. She screams, her hands smacking at the top of my head until I soothe it with my swirling tongue and deep kisses.
“That hurt.”
“Too much?”
“I… no. More. Again. Bite me again. I want to see your teeth marks on my skin.”
Fuck . This girl. She is made for me.
I do it again, this time on her other breast, her tits bouncing wildly as I fuck her, pistoning like a battering ram into her hot, tight pussy that is the best thing I’ve ever felt. She’s a warm, wet fist gripping me, almost too small to fit all of me.
Sliding out, I flip her over, dragging her hips up until she’s on all fours and then I enter her like this, knowing the angle will be deeper and she’ll feel more of my piercings on her G-spot.
She slams back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust, her head bowed forward, her fists clutching my duvet.
Wet slaps fill the air, my balls hitting her clit with each pound.
She’s already close. I can tell by the way her pussy is trying to milk me, hold me in, by her loud moans and whimpered cries.
“Bianca, open your eyes, sweet girl, and look up.”
She does and finds us in the mirror across the room.
Her drunk gaze meets mine and holds there, her lips parted as her cheeks grow rosier, her body flushing all over.
Wrapping a fistful of her hair, I hold her like that, forcing her to watch us as I stroke in and out of her like a man possessed.
Utterly drugged with her intoxicating feel and heady smell.
Leaning down, I brush my lips along her spine, licking at her sweat, tasting her on my tongue.
“You feel so good you make my head spin,” I tell her, the words fleeing of their own volition.
I’m not typically one who talks a lot during sex.
Again with the trust factor, but I want to tell Bianca every dirty, filthy thought and sensation as it enters my mind.
I want her to feel this too. This crazy, consuming, life-altering thing that’s happening between us.
Pulling on her hair, I force her up, my arm banding around her stomach to hold her to me as my mouth ravishes hers. Our kiss is wet and sloppy, teeth and breath and lashing tongues as I plow into her, getting closer and closer, my balls drawing up in so much pleasure I nearly fear it.
“I’m close,” she cries into me, and I reach down, pinching her clit, rolling it between my fingers and that does it. She comes hard, all over me, drenching and squeezing my cock to the exquisite point of pain and I explode inside her on a roar, my cum shooting into her body.
Falling forward, we land in a heap, and I roll us so she’s on top of me, my cock somehow still half-mast and partially inside of her.
“I’ve never come that hard before. That was incredible,” I groan, kissing her neck.
“Yeah. That.”
I grin, nipping lightly at her, wrapping my arms around her, and holding her close to me.
Feeling her heart pound against me as she no doubt feels mine.
And for the first time in my life, with a shudder of realization overtaking me, I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with her.
I don’t want her to leave. I want her to sleep in my bed beside me.
I want to wake up and fuck her in my shower and make her breakfast and go to work with her.
I want to hold her hand and watch her smile when I touch her.
I don’t want to be alone if she’s not with me.
And I don’t want to be with anyone else if I can’t have her.
She rolls over in my arms, tucking her head under my chin, my fingers gliding up and down her spine as I stare up at my ceiling. So struck by this I can hardly breathe.
How can the trajectory of my life be so drastically altered in one night?
And am I ready for this new course I now find myself setting? Do I even have a choice but to follow it?