Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Wisteria
I come awake slowly. The muscles in my legs ache a little causing me to question what I did the day before. Maybe swam too much or stretched too far or… oh My God! I was…Banner…!
My eyes fly open and in seconds I realize I am not in the room I am supposed to be in. Not only am I not in the room I should be in, but I’m also naked! Freaking naked! Memories of before come trickling back to me and leave me breathless and too hot to stay still. I need to…go!
I try to wiggle away but the arms that are wrapped around me only tighten and pull me back even deeper into the bed. Oh my God! He’s not wearing clothes either. When he pulls me to him, our skin brushes up against one another and little fissures of sensation break out through my body causing me to shiver.
I try to move away from him only to have him move too quickly for me to do anything but lay where he rolls me. He knocks my legs apart and slides down my body. He brings his mouth down on me before I can suck in enough air to tell him we can’t. We shouldn’t. Oh my God, it feels so good when his mouth is on me! And that thing he does with his tongue… my eyes roll back in my head as my body starts to tense and everything around me comes down to the feel of his mouth on my aching flesh.
I can’t help but wonder if he actually knows who I am. Is this just the way he wakes up every time he has a bedmate with him or is he as hungry for me as I seem to be for him? His hands come up and he starts playing with my nipples, massaging my breasts, and all thought drains from my mind.
My hands fly up to cover his, but I don’t pull him away. I don’t do anything to cause him to stop these magnificent feelings he is giving me. They swamp through me and cause my whole body to grow hot and heavy.
He doesn’t let up and at one point he flips his hands over and entwines our fingers together so that we are holding hands. It sends me over the edge quicker, leaving me breathless and shaking. The gesture, although small, is one that breaks me with its intimacy and closeness. It is the thing that sends me convulsing around his tongue hard and fast leaving me wrung out and completely relaxed.
Instead of leaving me alone or leaving the bed, he surges up over me and starts kissing me. The flavor of myself is heavy on his tongue and even though I should be horrified over what we are doing I sink into the kiss. Somehow this kiss is the most intimate one we’ve shared. His hands come down to find my aching nipples and I feel the head of his… oh my gosh, he is so close. All we would have to do is just move a certain way and…!
“Banner, we…oh…my…our bodies are…”
“I know, sweetheart! I know and I am trying so hard not to move. I am trying to stay perfectly still so…holy shit you are so damned hot. You’re almost scalding me, little one.”
“I… I’m sorry.” Is that good? The way he says it, I can’t tell if it’s a good thing or not.
“Oh no, no! Don’t be! It’s the most exquisite torture I could ever live through. Oh damn, damn, damn!”
I raise my legs and tilt my pelvis up causing the angle I am at to change enough that when he moves just a little bit it sends the tip of his dick slipping inside me. “Oh my…Banner…you’re inside of me! You’re…it’s inside!”
“Yes, I know, Winnie. I fucking know, sweetheart. Ah, fuck. We’re in trouble, sweetheart.”
“Trouble?” I can’t stop my hips from swiveling around causing his long stiff cock to slip even further inside. I realize I shouldn’t, but I just can’t stop myself from moving.
“Yeah, because if I can’t pull out…” he doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.
I am well aware that if he can’t pull the tip out, if he goes further inside, I won’t be the same as before. He touches his forehead to mine and for the first time since any of this started, I can tell how it is affecting him. His body is covered in a sheen of sweat and his breathing is almost as ragged as mine. His muscles are locked tight, and he seems like he might be in pain. Am I hurting him? He did say I was…scalding him.
I open my mouth to ask but he offers me kisses before the words come. My hips have been dancing around under him this entire time, but this time when I shift restlessly it causes his cock to come right up against the barrier that has been keeping him out. His face slackens and his body starts to shake as warmth surges through me. Did he just…?
I wiggle to try to tell if I am…extra wet, or anything that would answer the question burning through me. But that is the wrong thing to do because it makes both of us shift and instead of being able to feel if he came inside of me, I feel him break through my innocence.
“God damn!” He growls out the words as I stiffen around him and try to breathe through the pain of having something as big as him inside of me.
This time he doesn’t stop at just giving me a couple of inches at a time but pushes all the way inside of me. I can almost feel him changing the shape of my body so that I will be shaped to him and no one else.
“Breath, Sweetheart. And open your eyes.”
I do everything he says, very willing to follow his lead since he isn’t in new territory. Our eyes meet and I take a staggered breath as his hand falls to my hip.
“You alright, Winnie.”
Am I alright? Will I ever be alright again? I nod without thinking about these questions, not wanting him to worry or be weighed down by guilt because of me.
“You ready?”
Ready? For what?
He swivels his hips and slowly tries to slide out of me. I suck in a shaky breath and try to focus on him and not on me. He doesn’t go very far and doesn’t try to go back in. Instead, his hand -the one by my hip- goes to my clit and he starts to rub me there.
“Oh God!”
“See, it will be alright. You will be just fine. It’s going to feel so much better in just a few seconds, sweetheart. Just give it some time.”
My eyes widen at the new sensations as my body goes from stiff and sore to liquid and ready for whatever Banner wants to do to me. He has slid back inside of me all the way before I can track what he is doing or about to do. His hips start rocking back and forth, speeding up and I realize he’s really doing it, he’s fucking me.
The thought has me arching my back, bowing my body, to get closer to him. I grab onto him, holding on like I might fly off the face of the world if I don’t latch onto him and never let him go. My hands go from his thick biceps to his wide shoulders and then to his thighs. He’s touching every part of me.
I scream out his name as he starts thrusting into me, hitting something deep inside of me that causes me to lose my breath and shake all over. I look into his eyes to try to find out if me shaking as badly as I am is a normal thing that happens when you have your mind blown, but when I open my mouth to say anything about it all I can do is say his name.
“Cum with me, Winnie. Cum with me!”
“Oh my God! B…Banner!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Cum with me.”
His request causes my pleasure to coalesce into a rising tide set to flood my brain and body. My legs come up around his hips and everything inside of me tightens to a painful point before pulsing and convulsing around the shaft of his dick. Everything becomes hotter, wetter, and more intense as I have the biggest orgasm I have ever had or ever thought I could have.
Whenever everything is over, my body feels like it has been swamped with ecstasy and drowned by the level of our passion, tossed to the shore to survive another day. But will I ever survive Banner? Will my heart ever be able to be whole after I’ve been this way with Banner? Or am I completely lost?