Chapter 14 #2
His tongue dances over my heated flesh as he takes his time figuring out what I like.
I run my hand through his hair, scraping my nails gently across his scalp.
It seems to excite him because the next thing I know, he’s holding me open and sliding one finger inside my core, looking for my G-spot.
His tongue does small tight circles around my clit, slow and lazy at first but getting faster and faster.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
I feel so many emotions and so much pleasure crashing through my body that I come embarrassingly fast. Flint slows to a pace that can only be described as teasing.
His finger never leaves my body, and I notice how my core tightens around it in rhythmic contractions.
I gaze up at him in absolute awe. It takes me a second to realize that I’m slowly rubbing my clit against his hand, riding out the last of the orgasm he just gave me.
Before I can begin to feel self-conscious about it, he says warmly, “You are so fuckin’ beautiful right now, Jules. I’m gonna remember this for the rest of my damn life, the way you look right now.”
“I want all of you, not just your mouth,” I whisper, worried that I’m asking for more than he wants to give.
“You are absolutely killin’ me, sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re so wet and ready for my cock right now.”
I bring up one hand to rest against his wildly beating heart, and he finally comes down on top of me. The slide of our bodies against one another is everything I ever dreamed it would be. The warm weight of him on top of me feels so right.
He hesitates for a moment. Just when I think he’s changed his mind about making love to me, he notches the tip of his cock at my opening and begins to press inside. He’s slow about his business, giving my body time to adjust.
My hand is still resting on his chest, and we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
This thing between us is real, not just sex or protection or whatever Flint likes to pretend it is.
After this, even he can’t deny what we both know to be true.
We’re meant to be together. It feels like we were made for each other.
When I shift my hips up to meet his welcome invasion, he presses one hand against my hip to stop me. “I’m packin’ real heat here, sweetheart. We’ve gotta be careful. Trust me to take care of you.”
I relax my hips and let him have his sexy way with me.
And Flint doesn’t disappoint. Sure, as the last few inches go in, I start to feel the burn.
I concentrate on relaxing my body, and the next thing I know, he’s balls deep inside me.
I welcome all of him, loving everything about the way he feels inside me.
The real magic happens when he starts to move.
I can feel him everywhere, and the teasing slide of his cock hits all the right spots, dragging against my G-spot from root to tip and back again.
I find myself breathlessly murmuring encouragement as I claw at his chest. He does a little twist with his hips with each thrust, and it feels like he’s rubbing harder against my G-spot.
I find myself making high-pitched, broken sounds thick with need.
This man is absolutely wrecking my world tonight.
He’s still looking into my eyes as he picks up the pace even more. He must be barely hanging on because he bares his teeth as he growls my name in a harsh voice. I can tell his emotions are getting the better of him too.
I scream his name as my body is wracked with the strongest orgasm of my life. It’s so powerful that my world goes dark for a second. My entire body is tingling, and then he reaches down and rubs my wet clit, triggering yet another orgasm. This is all too much.
He collapses on top of me, bracing himself on both arms. Pushing deep inside me, he comes, filling me with his seed.
Wanting to hold him there, I wrap my legs around him, holding him close.
Flint doesn’t move for a long time. It takes him a moment to catch his breath. During that time, I can feel his heart beating wildly, just like mine.
Just when his weight is starting to crush me a little, he lifts up to give me room.
His hair has fallen forward, his eyes are warm, and most importantly of all, he’s happy.
I can tell because his lips are turned up into an almost smile.
Flint brushes a strand of hair out of my face with one hand and then trails the backs of his knuckles around the side of my face.
This is a level of intimacy that I always craved with him, and now it’s all mine.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m better than all right. You’re looking at the girl who just had three orgasms, compliments of her secret crush.”
A brilliant smile lights up his face. “Glad to hear it. I’d have been fuckin’ wrecked if you’d been knee deep in pain and regret over being with me.”
“Not a chance of that. How about you, babe? Are you okay?”
Pulling out, he turns us so that he’s on his back and I’m snuggled up to his side with my cheek on his chest. “I’m guilt-ridden as fuck but have zero fucks to give about it at the moment.
” He reaches over me to turn off the lamp on the desk, which is close enough to serve as a bedside table in this small room.
I smile to myself, glad that he doesn’t regret what happened between us. I listen to his heartbeat slowing under my ear as he soothes my hair. I almost don’t say anything. Now is either the perfect time to speak up or the worst time imaginable. I decide to roll the dice and see what comes of it.
“Flint.”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“I told you earlier that I loved you.”
His hand stops in my hair for a second. Then it starts again, slower.
“Sweetheart…”
I interrupt him, so he doesn’t feel like he has to say something he doesn’t mean to make me happy. “You don’t have to say it back, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted you to know.”
“Jules. I’m not holding back because I don’t feel the same way. I am tryin’ to figure out how to say it so that it sounds like I really mean it, rather than just saying it back.”
I’m totally confused because I’ve never thought about things like that. If I love someone, I just tell them. Patting his chest, I say, “You don’t have to make a formal event out of it. You know that, right?”
He lifts my hand up off his chest, and he kisses my knuckles, one at a time. “I do love you. I’m in love with you, and I have been for longer than I’ve let on. After tonight, you’re mine, Jules. I am gonna love and protect you for the rest of my life. I dare anyone to try to take you away.”
I wrap my arms around him and press my face into his chest. I literally can’t find the words to respond to his declaration. I feel like I should say thank you, but I think that he would consider that weird. Instead, I hold him as tight as I can.