CHAPTER 48DENISE
CHAPTER 48
DENISE
Something was different. Hugh’s slow and easy thrusts into me had me moaning as our wet skin slapped together. He was being gentle and careful, keeping his weight balanced on his elbows and knees but he was far away.
“Hey,” I said, grabbing at his face, “what’s on your mind?”
He moved to pull back and I locked my legs around his waist. Sure, he could very easily break away from me, but he didn’t want to. I could tell. He pushed forward and brought his lips to my neck, speaking into my skin.
“Earlier, when I put… That wasn’t the place to…” his words were mumbled, and I pulled him up so I could look in his eyes.
“What are my safe words?” I asked, my eyes searching his face.
“Grapefruit for slow, Habanero for stop,” he said.
I squeezed my muscles around him before shifting my hips.
“And did I say grapefruit or habanero?” I asked, moving my hips in a circle.
“I never want to do anything to you that you won't enjoy,” he whispered, and I brought my thumb to his lip, parting them. He sucked my skin and his eyes dilated.
“I trust you to take care of me. And you have to trust the insatiable bad bitch you’ve unleashed.” I pulled my thumb free from his mouth and pulled him close to my face. “When I said make love to me, I wasn’t expecting some softcore porn shit.”
He paused for a moment, glancing down at me with the strangest expression on his face before he reached between us, and his fingers ran up my slit before moving a finger over my clit and pushing up against its hood. He pulled out of me so fast I could only gasp before his tongue was swirling and pulling at my nub. My thighs tightened around his face and my body bowed as I called out.
“Holy—”
Three fingers filled me, and he sucked, making me grab at the headboard, trying to control the sensations rioting in my body. His fingers angled up as he rolled my nub on his tongue, and I fucked his face, feeling his groans as his mouth attached to my pussy.
The muscles in my legs started to cramp but I didn’t care because I was coming, my face buried in my arm to mute the sounds coming from my mouth. My hips bucked up as I rode out my orgasm, feeling the euphoria bursting out of my skin.
His fingers moved and I felt the familiar burning stretch in my ass. The sensations rippled through me as he licked around my spot, letting me come down. I took stuttering breaths as he kissed my thighs while massaging at the tight muscle.
“Is this what you wanted, Little Menace?” he asked, his teeth grazing my skin as he added a second finger and pulled against my hole, stretching the muscle and preparing me for what he’d promised me the other night.
“Yes,” I moaned, using my words like he’d taught me. I wanted this, I needed this.
His lips found their way back to my center, teasing and nipping. He was an expert at stoking that fire and sending me to meet Yahweh before pulling me back to Earth to do it all over again.
I moved against him, feeling the pleasure lace with pain as I fucked his fingers. I couldn’t get over how amazing it was to feel something up there, stroking at the delicate skin and making me feel a whole new and different level of ecstasy.
When he curled his fingers up and started stroking my walls in the same way he stroked me, I just knew I was going to die if he didn’t stop playing and put his dick in me.
“When you start acting like a brat, this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sealed his mouth over my clit.
I cried out as another finger entered, and my hands grabbed the back of his head and held on for dear life as he twirled and stroked my nub before leaning down and thrusting his tongue into my pussy.
“Oh, please. Yes.”
His other hand went to my stomach and grabbed tight at my flesh as his tongue and fingers found two different rhythms. My body was strung so tight that I knew I was going to fall apart when I came.
“Please, what?” his tone had that same feral edge he always had when he was holding tight to his control. Fingers tugged again at my hole and the pain was exquisite.
“Hugh,” I whined.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
“Where?” he asked, chuckling.
He was going to make me say it. I bit my lip and groaned as his fingers stilled. This man was a jerk, a tyrant, a sexy arrogant…
“Fuck my ass.” The words fell from my lips as my cheeks heated.
He pulled himself up and over me, giving me his weight, and I felt all of it in my ovaries. The moan left my mouth as he grabbed something from the dresser.
I heard plastic pop open, and I grabbed him, slowly moving my fingers over his length.
“Can I?” I asked.
He held out the open container and I placed my hands out. When he’d squirted the lube in my hands, I brought both hands to his dick, fisting it and pulling it from base to tip. I watched as his pupils dilated and I gave him a smile as I pulled up again, this time rubbing my thumb along his head and watching as his jaw dropped.
“Denny, baby, what are you doing to me?”
His face leaned forward as he held my body down and ravaged my mouth with his, biting and sucking, stealing both my breath and what little shreds of sanity I had left at that moment. All I could think of was the delicious heat of him in my hand as I moved my hand up and down him. His hand found mine as we lined his dick up against my asshole.
I moved my hips up and felt everything stretching as he pushed into me.
“Ow, fuck,” I said, surprised at the intensity of the pain flowing through me.
It must’ve shown on my face because he leaned down, his lips running across my cheeks, my eyelids, and my chin before settling on my lips.
“I worship you,” he said as he slowly eased forward.
The pressure and ache of accommodating him made my mouth fall open. I tried to turn away as I gritted my teeth, but he grabbed my face and brought it back to his.
“Look at me,” he moaned. “Look at my eyes as you take me.”
I brought my eyes back to his as he concentrated, moving slowly out and back in.
My fingers dug into his biceps as I hissed through my teeth, feeling his girth branding me. I took a breath against the pain as he pushed in more and more.
“You’re taking all of me. And what do you say?”
The eye contact as he worked further and further into me had me ready to melt into a puddle. Beyond the burning, I was starting to feel full. He was reaching all the way into me and rocking across nerves that only he had ever touched.
As he pulled out and eased back in, he stopped, “When you get all of this dick, what do you say?”
“Th-Thank you,” I stuttered.
“Good, baby. That’s so good. Just a little more. You ready?”
I nodded, and he tilted his hips and his pelvis connected with mine. We both groaned at the same time, and he grabbed my face, leaning close.
“Thank you,” I said.
His hand moved to my neck, and he held it tight as he started to slowly circle his hips, rubbing against my clit and making me cry out. I squeezed my walls and he grunted.
“Yeah, you better say thank you,” he said, before taking my mouth in a brutal kiss that pushed my head back to the bed and left me tasting blood. I don’t know who was bleeding, him or me. All I did know was that if he didn’t start giving me the dick instead of soaking in me, I was going to throw an entire fit.
I pushed at his hips, and he gave a small thrust that had me biting my lip and sucking in air. It still hurt, but the pain had morphed into something else entirely that had me leaning up and biting his shoulder. When my teeth sank in, he moaned and gave me another thrust.
He slid almost all the way out and moved forward, and I grabbed his neck, clawing at him. Everything about what he was doing was sending pleasure rocketing through me. Once, then twice. When he’d found his rhythm, he was fucking me with his entire length and I was holding on to him, afraid that if I let go, we’d lose everything.
Wet slaps echoed around us as we grunted and moaned. “How does it feel, Denny?”
“A-ma-zing. Fuck, please, don’t stop,” I screamed as my orgasm came out of nowhere, rocking my body in a way that I wasn’t expecting.
“I’m not stopping,” he called out as his thrusts sped up and two fingers entered me. His fingers matched the rhythm of his hips and just as soon as I’d come, another climax was off at the distance. Pulling his face to mine. I tried suffocating the noises coming from my mouth but he wasn’t having it.
His lips went to my neck, biting me and taking the orgasm higher. I got lightheaded; I couldn’t breathe. And he kept up the same punishing rhythm.
“I fucking love you. I love you. Oh my god, I love you.” The chant spilled from my lips as his fingers found their way up to my sweet spot.
“I know you do. I know,” he said, sweat dripping from his face as he worked in and out of me.
He straightened as his thumb spread my juices all over me, and he smiled down at me before hitting me with a rhythm that had me communicating with the dead like his dick was a Ouija board.
It only took four pumps before I was groaning and falling apart, my fingers clinging so hard to the sheets that I could feel them working free from the edge of the bed.
“I see dead people. I need a second. Fuck,” I moaned, feeling the heat and pleasure seizing my body.
“Tell them you’re only visiting.” His fingers moved off my clit as he grabbed my shoulders and held me in place while he found his new rhythm. I could see that he was doing his best to fight his own orgasm and I wanted to watch him fall apart too.
I brought a hand to my nub, pleasure sending waves of bliss through me. As I came, my fingers reached between us, and I dove my fingers into my slip-and-slide. His mouth fell open, and I shoved my fingers into his mouth, catching him off guard and he immediately came. He groaned out my name and sucked my digits deeper into his mouth.
I gave him a devilish smile as he shuddered, holding his shivering body against mine. He was looking down at me with astonishment and awe. Before I could gloat, he pulled my fingers from his mouth and brought his lips to mine, giving me a hard kiss as he laughed. Pulling out, he groaned into my neck as he gave me more of his weight.
“That was a dirty trick,” he said after catching his breath.
My fingers traced his sweaty back as I chuckled.
“Now, I never said I played fair,” I replied, smirking.
It took him a second to realize what I said and when he did, he gasped.
“How you gonna quote me to me?” he asked, his fingers pinching and pulling at my nipple. I just shrugged, laughing as he frowned and nipped my chin before standing.
The water started running in the bathroom. After a few minutes, he came back with two warm cloths, wiping my ass gently and holdingit there while he wiped my pussy and throwing the cloth on the floor as he pulled me against his front and placed his knee between my thighs to keep the cloth in place. I moaned as he held me tight to him.
“Next time, I’m tying your ass up,” he mused.
Laughing, I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I said low.
The comfort that I only seemed to feel being in his arms surrounded me and I breathed it in. Doing criminal shit felt different than I’d expected it would. I thought the guilt would eat at me, that I’d regret it the second it happened… but I didn’t. I felt tranquility. No, it was more than that, it was like I was awake and energized after being asleep for a long time. Closing my eyes, I savored the feeling, knowing that the tide was turning for me. For us.
He pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck. “You okay?” he whispered into my ear, sending a shiver through me.
“Mhm,” I replied slowly.
“Talk to me, Denny, baby.”
One second faded into the next, and I was quiet, trying to come up with the right words. That’s when I decided that I was done thinking about my ex. I was taking that serenity and focusing on the present, and that meant focusing on who was in front of me.
“You love me,” I sang the words as my fingers traced his forearms. “We make love,” I said, drawing out the word.
He huffed behind me, and I laughed.
“You want to put my name on the deed, a ring on my finger, and your dick up my booty for forever .”
“Go to sleep, baby,” he rumbled, his voice gruff.
“Nah, you have to say it first.”
“I love you.”
This time when he said it, the shock was gone and all I felt was elation. I snuggled into his hold around my chest and gave a little giggle that I desperately tried to contain.
“Say it back,” he ordered.
“Hey, I was getting there. Sheesh. You’re so bossy all the time. Denny, open your mouth. Little Menace, take this dick. Don’t wear panties. Sit on my face .” I said, trying my best to emulate his deep ass voice.
One of the hands at my stomach moved to my throat. It didn’t tighten, but the threat was clear.
“I love you, Hugh. Even when you’re a giant pain in my—”
He pulled me on top of him, and I was looking down at him. A wide smile was across his face, and I reached down to trace his lips with my thumb.
“Good,” he said before pulling my face down to rest on my favorite spot on his chest.
As the companionable silence fell between us, I couldn’t help but relish it all. In us.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like things were heading in the right direction.