Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
EROS
Kissing was always a strange concept to me.
To have a person so close to your face, unable to see what else they might be doing.
Sounds like a sure way to get knifed. With Bonte, however, I’d let her cut me to pieces if I could keep on kissing her.
To be able to continue to hear those sexy little sounds she makes that go straight to my dick.
I should take things slowly. She’s had a lot happen over the last few days, but I’m not a good enough man.
I need to taste her. The mark I left on her neck isn’t enough anymore.
I’m not sure anything will ever be, but I can drown myself in her.
That might soothe the need clawing at me to get at her.
It gives me a bit of that same sensation and feeling I experience when I’m about to snap and lose my temper. That’s never good. I often can’t even remember what took place when that red haze melts away.
I let my mouth leave her long enough to push up her shirt. She helps me pull it off over her head. She’s bare underneath it. I had known that when she was in my lap; I could feel her hard nipples against me as I pulled her close.
I push up on one arm to see her in just her panties, but it's not enough. I lift her.
“Ahh!” She laughs when I drop her in the dead center of the bed, making sure I stay between her thighs so that they are spread for me.
I stare down at her, my eyes tracing every luscious inch.
“Eros—” She starts to try and cover herself.
“Don’t.” I stop her, not wanting her to hide any part of herself from me.
“You’re staring.”
“I’m always staring at you.”
A giggle leaves her, making her tits bounce. “Well, I’m not used to being all naked around other people.” I feel a rumble inside of me at the thought of anyone else seeing her this way, a possessiveness taking over. “Did you just growl?”
I clear my throat. “No?” Had I?
“Remove your shirt,” she orders. I reach over my head, grabbing the back collar and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor next to the bed. "Holy shit." Bonte shakes her head. "How many abs do you have?"
"Feel free to count them." I slide my hands up her hips, memorizing her curves.
"I don't need to count them. It's ridiculous. You're hard all over."
"And you're soft all over." I cup her tits in my hands, and she smacks my hand, but I don't release them. They fill my hands perfectly.
"Soft?" She appears offended.
"Yes, like a rose petal."
"Eros," she whispers my name. "Rose petals." A shy smile takes over her face. "That's sweet."
"You're sweet." I lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it. Memorize it, too, before I suck on it.
Bonte's back arches off the bed, pushing more of her tit against my face. Seeing that she's enjoying what I'm doing, I move to her other nipple, giving it that same attention.
I don't want to stop, but I need to taste more parts of her. I keep working my way down her body. I continue licking and sucking as I progress. Bonte starts to shift and wiggle. It’s the same as she’d done in my lap when I got her off.
It’s another tell that she’s turned on by what I’m doing, and I’m following all the signs her body is giving me. This has to be good for her. I need her to crave it because I already know I’m going to be addicted to eating her pussy.
When I get to the top of her panties, I hook my fingers into them and slowly pull them down, trailing behind them with my mouth as I kiss her inner thighs and then her knees to her calves. I'll have to flip her over next time so I can taste all the parts hidden from me right now.
I place her panties on the bed, not willing to just toss them to the floor. I’m saving them for later. I settle in between her thighs and grip the back of them to spread her farther, opening up her pussy more until I see her tiny clit begging for my attention.
"Eros." She huffs. "Stop staring at me."
"Never."
Bonte jerks her hips.
"Calm it, Hellcat. I'm memorizing you."
“How do you say the sweetest things?” She whispers the question. I don’t think she’s truly asking me, but it hits me nice and good that I can be sweet to her. The last person that likely thought I was sweet was my mother, and I would have been a child.
"Only for you," I tell her before I shove my face between her lush, welcoming thighs. I slide my tongue through the folds of her sex to find her clit.
Bonte cries out and arches her hips upward, attempting to offer me more of herself. I greedily take it, licking and sucking. It doesn't take long before she is coming on my face, my name spilling from her lips. Her fingers claw at the comforter beneath her.
I press my hips into the mattress, attempting to alleviate the pain that has formed in my dick. It's a satisfying ache. One I know I'll crave to have again.
"Eros." Her hips jerk, and now she's trying to pull back from me. I tighten my grip, making it clear she's not going anywhere. "It's sensitive, oh shit." She squirms, and I relent from her clit. There are other places to explore.
I slide my hands under her to her ass and slightly lift her off the bed so that my tongue can reach deeper inside of her. I stiffen it and thrust inside, feeling her tightness for the first time.
Bonte's whole body jolts, a whimper following after. I get lost in her. I’m sure I’m sloppy at this point with no finesse as I try to suck up every drop of her sweet wetness. It's noisy and glorious as I feast away on her.
Each time I thrust my tongue back into her, my mind imagines how it will feel when it's my cock entering her. Bonte rolls her hips, panting my name. Her pussy flutters around my tongue, and I know she’s close again.
I release her ass back down onto the bed and replace my tongue with my finger, moving my mouth back to her clit once again. I feel her entire body tense as I continue to work my finger in and out of her.
I groan against her pussy. A tingling is forming at the base of my spine. I lock my lips around her clit and suck incessantly while I stroke it back and forth with my tongue.
Bonte’s whole body locks up. I plant my eyes on her to watch her come undone for me. Her back bows off the bed, her legs shaking as she claws at the comforter again. I take it all in.
Her pussy spasms around my finger. I work the rest of the orgasm out of her as my own hits me so hard I have to close my eyes. Bonte’s fingers grip my short hair, tugging. I release her clit but keep my finger inside of her, enjoying the feel of her pussy still fluttering around it.
Bonte’s body relaxes into the bed. She takes deep, long breaths. Slowly I remove my finger from inside of her, bringing it to my mouth. I suck it clean. She watches me with the most relaxed smile I’ve ever seen on her beautiful face. It’s carefree; her cheeks are more flushed than ever.
I feel like a king knowing I put that expression on her face. I move up her body, caging her in underneath me, to kiss her long and hard.
“Thank you,” I tell her when I lift my mouth from hers. She lets out a giggle.
“You’re very welcome.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me back down for another kiss.
I give it to her. There isn’t a thing in this world I wouldn’t give her, except freedom from me.
"What are you thinking?" Bonte wraps her legs around me, letting me know she wants me to stay put. Her eyes start to flutter closed.
"That I can't ever let you go."
“Mmkay,” she whispers as she lets sleep pull her under, giving me all the time I want to watch her. Others can stare at art for hours on end. Bonte is my art. If that makes me a barbaric sociopathic Neanderthal, then that’s what I am.