Chapter 2 #11
Before his tongue was back in his mouth he licked his lips and held out his hand to me while still lying on the bed. The rest of him was still, his body flush against the mattress but he seemed more than confident despite his vulnerable position.
Intrigued at what he was going to do, I hiked up the long red dress and crawled toward his hand before taking it.
He didn’t move keeping his position of supplication intact.
Instead, he simply allowed me to brace my weight on his massive hand as I made my way up his body.
He was silent but the intensity in his eyes grew the closer I got to him.
Heat traveled from where we were connected causing my heart to race even more.
I wondered how I would maneuver myself to his mouth but he took all the guesswork out of everything. His hands gently parted the slit at my waist making the two halves of my skirt flow behind me and down his legs like the tails of a morning suit.
The nerves that I expected to overwhelm me weren’t there. More than anything, I was anxious for him to make a move. To touch me, caress me. To make good on the promises he’d silently given me in the past hour.
But he lay there unmoving.
After a few moments, I knew he was waiting on me to give him a command but that almost felt as momentous as me walking in the door. He’d resisted contacting my skin and I was now craving the touch of his hands.
And his tongue.
“Eat.”
Nothing else was said as he scooped me into his massive hands and somehow lifted me up with ease. His mask was the perfect height for him to have full access to me and he wasted no time before devouring me.
“Dear God.”
I thought the plea had been spoken in my head but when the sound echoed through the room and returned to my ears I realized I’d spoken aloud.
I couldn’t help it. He’d gone in immediately for the kill as his lips latched onto my clit and sucked.
Hard. As though it were a punishment for me taking so long to grant him permission to have access to me.
The tongue flickering he’d been doing was now something I was experiencing up close and too personally as he traveled from my clit to the teasing of my folds all while bracing my weight in the palms of his hands.
With ease. My hands went to the headboard attempting to find purchase so I had some type of leverage to ease up the assault he was giving me.
But it was pointless.
I was so overwhelmed with the sensation of how good he felt that I didn’t have time to think.
My brain couldn’t take over and all I could do was feel.
His fingers gripped into my flesh as if they wanted to be buried as deeply inside me as his tongue now was.
My eyes squeezed shut my brain unable to take in any other stimuli besides what this stranger was delivering to my core.
The clenching of my stomach came over me so fast I wasn’t even aware that I’d been moaning until I heard the strangled sound end as my muscles tightened.
I wanted to be embarrassed about how easily I was succumbing but there was no resistance.
Pleasure like this was something that I could become addicted to and I was more thankful than ever that he didn’t know who I was.
I pulled my dress over my head but made sure the mask was carefully in place. In the process, the bun that kept my hair secured loosened and my hair fell down my back slowly as I watched his eyes track the strands as they unraveled.
“Touch me.”
I needed to know if he was going to stay true to his stance of letting me have control before I went any further.
“Where?”
His obedience was fortifying. “Everywhere.”
His fingers immediately went to my hair and I waited on him to ask some offensive shit like if it was all mine. Instead, he touched the strands that lingered near my nipple softly before he uttered one word.
“Kilika.”
The inflection of his words sounded familiar but I couldn’t place where I’d possibly heard his accent from. It seemed to be a mix, much like my natural accent but my body was too on fire to hone in on where I thought I had heard it before.
His hands grazed my nipples again sending pulses through me that had me battling to squeeze my thighs together.
Instead, I moved down his chest wanting to get to the main course.
Despite how delicious the appetizer of his talents was, I wasn’t sated because his skillful tongue proved the best was yet to come.
He broke his promise sitting up as his hand halted my progress. In the darkness, I glared at him his face half in shadow before giving him the command.
“Lie down.”
The hand deserted its post on my arm his body lowering back to the mattress dejectedly.
“Mistress, I’m not disobeying; I’m worried—”
Stubbornly, I didn’t bother to heed him and I pushed him back down on the bed. I knew he wanted to stop me. Could see the urge to take control in every bulged vein in his neck but he wanted to keep his word. And I felt comforted because he didn’t want to break a promise.
He’d said one word in a language I didn’t know, barely brushed my nipple and I was leaking for him.
There was no room to be ashamed; my mind too overwhelmed with feeling to recognize anything else.
One touch and I knew why addicts got hooked.
If they had this feeling of being alive for the first time I could commiserate with their struggles to quit.
This man had seemingly erased all the negative emotions I’d conflated with sex with a brush of his hand and the flickering of his tongue.
And now I wanted more.
My thighs lifted and I was grateful that they’d grown so strong over the years.
His reservations hadn’t caused him to go soft.
The opposite seemed to have happened. Being this close to him his dick seemed to grow in anticipation of what was to come.
The turgidity of his shaft a testament that despite his protests and concerns he was as devoted to reaching this end and feeling my depths as I was.
Desire ruled as I lowered myself onto his thickness and felt like even gravity wouldn’t be able to aid him in fitting inside of me. It was painful to where my body was going to reject him.
I refused to be defeated.
I worked the thick, broad head through the mess he’d made before I could finally sink down over the top of him.
The feeling was enough to take my breath away.
Everything in my head was silent as I felt my walls stretch around him.
When I felt the first rung of his ladder, I didn’t know if those little balls of metal were a blessing or a curse but they did their job forcing me to feel every inch of him as potent as when he first stretched me out.
I felt too full to breathe. My lungs felt crowded and my body felt stretched to capacity.
Like his soul was invading every limb the way his dick was filling me up.
I silently counted every bar until I was at capacity.
Seven.
The silence was broken by the thoughts that raged in my mind.
His breathing was measured by the tightness of his body and the way I could feel his eyes searching my face to ensure I was okay were all signs he was just as shaken as I was.
And despite all of that, my hips swayed and then circled.
The moves familiar after my years as an equestrian but new with the shocks of electricity that flowed through me.
Pleasure.
“Touch me.”
I was begging, this solo connection too much and not enough between us. I should’ve backed away. Jumped off him like his dick was on fire and it was with the way he was searing pleasure through me.
Imprinting this memory into my soul.
My mind felt overwhelmed and it only got further overloaded when I felt his hands creep up my thighs and rest just beneath my breasts, cupping them both. His long fingers brushed against my nipples and I released all over him.
But that wasn’t enough for me.
I felt greedy almost desperate to have that feeling again and I rode his length hard almost angry that he hadn’t come apart with me.
The only thing he moved was his hands keeping his lower body stilled beneath me, allowing me to take as much of him as I could.
And it didn’t feel like much despite how I could barely handle him.
It went like this for an amount of time that seemed too long for my muscles but still not enough for my body as I chased highs and reached them repeatedly.
My breathing was ragged, muscles burned as he did as I requested and obeyed my desire to let himself be used.
My fingers went into his mouth, his lips traveled across my wrists and the sucking intensified already overwhelming emotions.
I knew he was losing control when I sank deeper than before, causing my arch to deepen and his hands to grip my waist so hard he grunted as I raised and lowered myself on him.
His warning was a painful dig into my skin that had to have bruised my kidneys and his head stretching me out even wider before he fully exploded with me on a groan.
His release sent us both soaring like particles shot from the core of the earth with blatant disregard for safety of anyone else in its wake.
Combustible. Dangerous.
I pitched forward; every bone in my body felt molten and his arms caught me before I hurt either of us.
He lowered me slowly to his chest and his arms wrapped around me.
Despite my feeling our fluids were mixing inside of me, he didn’t rush to withdraw from where we were connected.
He seemed content his hand running through my hair that was now damp and sticking to my back like he craved the intimacy of the moment.
I felt the same as his heartbeat sounded beneath my ear, from where my head rested on his chest. There were no words to speak, none that could define how this moment apparently overwhelmed the both of us.
Instead, I was silent and allowed the rhythm of his heart to lull me to sleep.