Vanessa
I forgot.
I can’t believe I forgot how well this man kisses.
We’ve only kissed once in the years we’ve known each other. It was quick and dirty, pressed up against the wall of the guest room in their compound in San Diego. But that kiss was over before it even started. That kiss was anger induced and only happened because he wanted to prove a point.
Five years later, he’s eager to prove it again.
This connection. One we both tried our best to ignore with jabs and avoidance.
My confidence grows the longer he watches me. His hands roam, like he’s unsure where to start.
I’ve only been with two men in my life contrary to what he and my friends think. Sex has never come easy to me, it was always a forced interaction and more often than not I was just going through the motions. I could get myself off better than any man.
Unfortunately no man has actually ever been able to get me there.
But for some reason, I think Stephen can.
At the very least, I would actually enjoy the experience this time.
I tip my head back as Stephen’s mouth descends on my breasts. His fingers dive into my hair, gripping it possessively and his kisses turn frantic. He moves one of his hands to grip one breast while his lips lavish the other.
He sucks hard and my knees buckle, eliciting a loud moan from me. I slap a hand over my mouth, not wanting to draw attention to myself.
The next thing I know, I’m flipped onto my back and he’s towering over me. A scowl mars his face.
“What was that?” He asks gently, contrary to the fire in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud. It just came out.”
“Fuck that.”
I raise an eyebrow, starting to get a little annoyed now because this is killing the mood. But before I can ask him if we’re still doing this, his hand comes up to cup my face.
He stares at me for a moment before whispering, “I want you .”
My chest tightens at the look he’s giving me. It’s so sincere that I have to swallow the sob threatening to come out.
Stephen kisses me on the forehead before his lips land on my left breast, claiming a nipple. He gives it a slow suck before grazing his teeth across it. My back bows, my hands flying to the back of his head to keep him there.
He does it again and again, each time faster than before. Before continuing his assault on the right one.
My fingers find his hair and I’m pulling, fully aware that my body is twisting every which way and I’m gripping his hair tight.
He doesn’t let up and his hands go to my thighs. He spreads me open all while his mouth still feasts on my breast. It takes one swipe of his finger for the sounds to come out of me once again.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Scream. Yell. Pull my goddamn hair, baby.”
He licks his way up my neck, his teeth grazing my earlobe once again.
“Make all the damn noises you want. Screw whoever told you to stay quiet because any man would be lucky to hear it. I want to hear it. I want to hear you every fucking time I do something you like so I can keep doing it. Your pleasure is mine. You’re mine. So scream for me .”
Two fingers slide into me, curling into a spot I didn’t even know I had and my hips fly off the bed.
Sounds I have zero control over, escape through for my lips and this time, there’s no stopping them.
I can’t.
I won’t.
Not when he’s giving me so much pleasure.
“Oh my god. Don’t stop.”
He’s watching me now. I feel the heat of his gaze on me but I can’t keep my eyes open. The feeling is too intense. It’s building in a way that leaves me breathless with anticipation. If this were anyone else I would feel self conscious but my toes are too busy curling for me to care.
Soon, I grow impatient. Not that this didn’t feel good because it does but I want more. My hips meet every stroke of his fingers, seeking release.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
I yelp when he bites my neck but it quickly turns into moans when he presses his thumb against my clit before it’s replaced by his mouth.
I was so consumed with feeling that I didn’t notice he had descended. His eyes meet mine as his tongue darts out and he gives me a slow lick, sucking my clit into his mouth.
It doesn’t take long until the telltale signs of an orgasm building and my head falls back in a moan.
“Stephen. I need-” I cry out when he starts pumping two fingers into me while alternating between sucking and flicking my clit.
“.” He growls against me, “Eyes on me.”
My eyes fly open just in time to see him plunge his tongue inside me and when it curls, I scream.
My hands abandon his hair to grip the sheets. I feel jolts of electricity coursing through every part of my body as I detonate.