Chapter 4 #3
He stretches his body, leaning over the edge of my bed.
I hear some rustling, things being shuffled around, until he finally finds one and holds it up proudly.
He helps me take the rest of my dress off before pulling off his pants.
Undergarments come off, and the condom slips on, all happening under the shadows that make me feel like maybe I don’t need to worry about the aftereffects of tonight.
It’s just sex, right? No need to make it a big deal.
He settles over me, our bare, naked bodies finally flush against each other.
He scoops his hand under one of my thighs and loops his forearm under my knee.
I know at this angle, he’ll hit spots that’ll make me see stars.
But he doesn’t fuck me quite yet. Instead, he edges me.
All the way to the brink. He runs his cock up and down the wet heat between my legs, continuing his tease and holding firm on his promise to make sure I’m as ready as possible.
I watch him continue this push and pull to the threshold of my sanity, and I realize how his own control is slipping right through his fingers.
I hear a groan rumble in his chest, his head hanging between his shoulders, and the muscles chording his neck strain.
And I start to become obsessed with throwing him right off the edge and going right alongside him.
I buck my hips into him, testing him. Wanting to know what his limits are.
And to let him know I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready.
He grunts, quickly hiding it with a peck to the inside of my knee.
He trails wet, open-mouthed kisses up my thigh, stopping those intimate touches with a harsh bite like he’s become an absolute animal.
“Ow.”
He smiles. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“You bit me.”
He smiles again, laughing through my accusation. But my annoyance dies the second he pushes into me.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Oh my god,” I moan. I expect movement. More thrusts, more pressure, but he’s still. “You okay?” I manage to ask.
I feel him nod. “I just need a minute.”
“Okay.” I lay still, giving him what he asked for. Though I don’t know if I can even make it that long. I need friction. I need to be stretched and wrung dry. I need him to fuck me like his life depends on it.
A painful grunt rattles his throat, and I feel his heart beating violently against my own. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”
He inches further in, and I hold back the moan climbing up my throat, trying to remain as patient as possible. But I start to throb around him, and it causes an involuntary contraction that makes his entire body jerk.
“Fuck! Grace, stop.” He sounds so desperate, I wonder if I hurt him. Or if he’s going to cry.
“Can’t help it,” I croak, feeling another quiver that makes him mewl.
He grips my neck, pressing me into the mattress. “You don’t know how to listen, do you?” Another inch deeper, and the sob I was holding back squeezes through the tight hold he has on me.
“Please,” I cry, ignoring what sounded like a threat. But the minute he asked for is up. I can’t wait any longer. “Please just fuck me.”
A low rumble rattles his throat. A growl.
An animalistic noise that sends him into a frenzy.
He starts moving, thrusting in and out of me, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
His silver chain starts to brush my nose, and he quickly tucks it between his teeth, and I can’t believe how fucking sexy he is.
He stretches my leg, so it pushes against his shoulder, and just like I predicted, spots fill my vision.
Things start to grow foggy, and there’s nothing filling my senses except all the addictive, consuming sensations Andrew is making me feel right now.
“You going to give me another one?” his gravelly voice asks, but it’s a demand.
I nod because I definitely am. My body feels like it doesn’t even belong to me. I don’t recognize all the sensations coursing through me.
“Good,” he answers. And, without even a pinch of warning, another orgasm tears through me.
“Andrew,” I plead. “I–I’m—”
“Fuuuuck!” Andrew howls. A course of curses string out of him, my screams matching the desperation in his voice.
We ride out the high. The gasps and moans swirl with all the senses making our bodies ultra-sensitive.
I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before.
I could become addicted to this. Completely and absolutely addicted.
In fact, I already want more. I want to feel him thrusting in and out of me.
I want him to make me come over and over again.
I want to watch him come. In me, on me, wherever and however he wants.
I want to sign up to be his sex slave, let him lock me up in a cave for him to use me as he pleases.
But, of course, this is the one and only time this will happen. Tonight. That’s it.
We sag on top of each other, and I feel like my body’s floating four inches above any solid surface. I want it to hover for a little while longer because I don’t think I’m ready to come back down to earth.