Chapter 11 Selene #4
When I couldn’t take the full length of him, he gave me a fond look and didn’t demand more from me.
In exchange, I focused more intensely on his most sensitive places and was hyperaware of his every physical reaction.
The moment I saw the first abdominal tensing, I laved his glans more enthusiastically.
Then I looked up, blushing to find his eyes looking back into mine, golden and aroused, focused completely on me.
His serious expression only made him more alluring, and his slightly parted lips, plush and inviting, only made me want to kiss him passionately.
I used my free hand to cup his contracted testicles, and he gave the slightest gasp, tightening his hold on my hair.
He was so stubborn about not allowing himself to lose control and stretching the moment out as long as possible, even though I was already getting tired.
Still no moans, not even another gasp, and my insecurity reared its head again.
Was I doing something wrong? Was I not on the other girls’ level?
If I couldn’t do this for him, he would definitely regret choosing me.
No…I couldn’t let that happen, so I pushed aside my worries and went on, shy but determined to rock his world.
I pulled back for just a second to give myself a breather, but Neil grunted in annoyance and pressed on the back of my head, urging me to continue where I’d left off.
Neil would show his disappointment if I did the opposite of what he wanted, and knowing that he was in control gave me a feeling of total stupefaction.
So I went back to blowing him devotedly to show him that I was enjoying it just as much as he was.
I hoped he wouldn’t hold himself back for too long and would allow himself to let go.
Neil stared lustily at me, and I was hypnotized by the flames of desire burning in his eyes.
When, after what felt like an endless number of minutes, I finally heard that rough, uncontrolled moan from out of his throat, I knew I was about to achieve my goal.
“Yes…good job, Tinkerbell. Faster…” he broke the silence, and his roughened voice gave me intense shivers all along my spine.
I moved my hands from his firm thighs around to his marble ass.
I squeezed his butt cheeks and stroked the defined musculature of them, thrilled by the idea that this body was all mine.
That surge of possessiveness had me moving my tongue faster, and Neil moaned, captivated.
But I wasn’t satisfied. Soon, I would have his soul as well.
“Fuck, yes,” he whispered at the same moment he moved against me in one untamed thrust, his hand digging into my hair.
He caught my eye, wondering whether or not to pull back but I gestured for him to give me all of him.
Then, with a powerful contraction, he exploded in my mouth.
He gasped, an extremely masculine sound that seemed to have released all of his accumulated tension.
I was instantly aroused, pressing my thighs together to tamp down on my growing lust.
The taste of him was incredible.
I took it all and delighted in it.
I had no other men to compare him to, but all it took was knowing that it was his, that I had something inside me that belonged to him, and I felt enveloped and consecrated by him.
I pulled back from his body, which was still slightly trembling, and stared at him, bewitched.
His muscles were all tensed, and his breath came in pants.
His golden eyes watched me with satisfaction, and he gave me the kind of mysterious smile that always enchanted me.
Unable to stop myself, I moved closer to him again to finish what I’d started.
I licked his member clean, drawing out the lingering sensations from the orgasm he’d just experienced.
Neil trembled again when he felt my tongue wrapping around him, tracing the throbbing veins beneath his thin skin, and he gasped for breath. I just looked up at him adoringly.
Then, like a good little girlfriend, I pulled up his boxers and his jeans and did them up again.
It made me feel powerful, seeing this man who was wanted by so many other women seek out my attention all the time, like he couldn’t help himself.
“You are becoming quite the fairy seductress,” he said in an amused mutter.
I sat up on my knees and looped my arms around his neck.
I licked my lips and tasted him, slightly sour on my tongue.
Neil’s skin was hot to the touch; his cheekbones reddened slightly, and his eyes were glassy with arousal.
His chest heaved rapidly, and whenever he breathed in, his hard pecs grazed my breasts, making my nipples stiffen.
I tried not to focus on the pleasurable shivers running down my back and focused on him.
Neil stroked my hair with a fiery rapture.
“If we had more time, I’d lick you all over,” he said softly, grabbing my butt.
He gave it a firm squeeze, and I plastered myself against his quivering, breathless body.
He bit my lip, and I moaned in pain. Involuntarily, I became aroused once more.
How he managed to turn me to jelly with a butt grab, I had no idea.
It seemed my body was happy to accept whatever kind of touch he offered me, tender or savage. Which was crazy, even for me.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, Babygirl,” he went on crudely, and the more he talked like that to me the harder I had to clench my thighs together to keep from giving into the urge to shove him back down on the bed.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead to his, and he smiled, licking my freshly bitten lip.
He saw the storm going on inside me, and it pleased him.
I sometimes wondered if Neil knew how I really felt about him.
He was an unpredictable man, one to whom I could never openly admit my love, but the need I had to be near him and to know him inside and out had to be obvious.
I couldn’t say it with words, but I shouted it with every inch of my heart.
“I’m glad you came to see me today. Thank you for giving me another little piece of your past,” I said with all the enthusiasm of a little girl at a theme park.
But he just looked seriously at me before turning away.
I sat up on the edge of the bed, thinking that I must have done something wrong.
Maybe I’d gone too far, telling him too much of what I thought?
I watched uneasily as he felt around in his coat pocket for something, presuming it was his pack of Winstons.
Instead, I furrowed my brow when he pulled out a small box and offered it to me.
I looked back and forth between his eyes and his open palm in confusion.
His eyes were locked on me, waiting to see what I would do.
So I took the little box and studied it: It was a rectangle made of decorative wood about the same size as my palm; it had a metal crank on the right side and…
My name. Engraved in the wood next to a little moon.
The moment I saw it, I felt my breath catch in my chest.
He brought me a gift?
I raised my head to look at the giant man standing a short distance away, fretting over my reaction.
He ran a nervous hand through his hair and then jerked his chin, urging me to open it, which I did.
Immediately, I saw a miniature set of pipes like on an organ, but I had no idea what they were for.
“It’s a serinette. If you turn the crank, it plays a song,” Neil explained before clearing his throat. He clearly wasn’t used to doing this kind of thing, and I was still dumbstruck. I slowly turned the crank clockwise, and a tiny tune began to float in the air.
I recognized it: “The Scientist” by Coldplay.
I felt my eyes prickle, and a knot of joy swelled in my throat.
“Did you get it specially made for me?” I asked, looking up at his face, but he looked away and chewed his lip.
“It’s…it’s not a big deal. When I saw it, I thought of you,” he said vaguely as though to assure me that I shouldn’t assign too much importance to it, and I instinctively jumped on him, clinging to him like a koala.
Neil caught me on the fly, cradling my thighs and marveling as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
“Thank you, Mr. Disaster. You never cease to surprise me. I am absolutely right when I tell you you’re special.” I kissed first his lips and then his jaw, rubbing my nose against his scruff while he grumbled under his breath.
It was adorable.
“Okay, Tinkerbell. Don’t push it. Sit back down, come on now.
” He tried to pry me off, but I clung to him like a little kid.
Neil rolled his eyes and snorted. “Why do you have to be so sickly sweet? Fuck…a thank-you would have sufficed,” he groused.
I smiled and nodded just so he would shut up.
“Now get off me. Release. Come on.” Another peremptory order.
I gave him another delighted nod and didn’t obey.
“Don’t just nod like you’re humoring me, Selene.
I’m starting to get mad,” he warned me roughly.
My only response was to stroke down the straight line of his nose, and he frowned, ceasing, at least for a moment, to object to my embrace.
So I moved on to his lips like one enthralled, like I was trying to memorize every detail of his face.
And, with a cheeky little smile, I gave him a chaste kiss. And then another and then another.
I looked impishly at him, and he cocked a skeptical eyebrow. Then he mumbled something about knocking it off.
We continued that silly tussle for a few minutes with me trying to kiss him all over, all the way to his soul, while he cursed and tried to squirm away from me.
Eventually, he put me back down on the bed and straightened his sweater, shooting a look of mock reproof at me. I cheekily stuck my tongue out at him and sat back as he put his coat on again.