Chapter 25 #2
I wrap my arms around him and our breaths come heavy and labored. He rolls to his side, and I cling to him so we’re still connected, not wanting to let him go. I can’t.
He starts to move, but I try to hold him in place. I don’t want to lose this moment. I don’t want him to pull out of me. It feels like I’ll lose a part of him.
“Don’t move,” I say. But that’s not what I’m saying. Not really. I’m saying don’t leave. Don’t go back to New York. I’m asking him to stay. Stay with me.
“I have to. I need to deal with the condom.”
He pulls away and I’m empty.
I roll to my back as he takes off the condom. I know he’s right. I don’t want to get pregnant. We need to be sensible. But at the same time, I never want him to leave.
He pads back from the bathroom and crawls into bed, pulling me into his arms.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“You don’t seem okay.”
“I’m always okay when you’re here,” I say. All I can think about is the contrast between when he’s here and when he’s not. It’s all I can think about.
“How was Star Falls when I was gone?” he says.
“The same,” I reply. “I told you, nothing ever changes in Star Falls.”
“Have you spoken to Grace?”
I don’t want to talk about Grace right now.
I don’t want to think about anything. If I start thinking, all that will fill my head are thoughts of what life will be like once Fisher is gone.
I slide my hands down and circle my fingers around the base of his cock.
I sweep my hands up his velvety smoothness, and he groans.
I try not to smile.
“Juniper,” he says, through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making you hard,” I say. “I want you to fuck me again.”
He groans and lengthens in my hands. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
I shake my head. I want more of him. I want to take everything I can get.
He takes my breast in his hand and massages it, pulling at my nipple. I squeeze my legs together, trying to stop the wetness that starts as soon as he touches me.
He’s hard and heavy in my hands, and I lean over him for a condom. I tear open the packet and hand it to him.
While he’s rolling on the condom, I arrange myself so I’m facing the headboard, my hands clinging to the top while I kneel on the mattress.
“You want to get fucked from behind?” he asks, his voice dark.
“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I correct him.
He comes behind me and I can’t see what he’s doing, so I drop my hands and turn.
“Put your hands back on the headboard and don’t move unless I tell you to.” His tone is a warning.
I moan. What is it about Fisher telling me what to do that makes me like it so much? I half want to find out the consequences of disobeying. But more than that, I want to please him, so I resume my position.
He presses his palm against my back, urging me lower, and I do my best to comply. “I can see everything from here,” he says. “Your pussy’s so wet, Juniper. It’s like it’s begging for my cock.”
I whimper, desperate to feel him.
“Is that what it’s doing, Juney? Begging for my cock?”
“Please, Fisher. I need you. Please.”
He groans, victorious. He’s gotten what he wants—my compliance, my need, my desperation.
The tip of him enters me, and I squirm and push back, trying to get him deeper, but he pulls away.
“You don’t decide. Haven’t you learned that yet? I know your body. I know what you need. I will decide.”
“Please, Fisher! I’ll do anything.” I’m so desperate for him it actually hurts. It feels like if I don’t get him inside me soon, a piece of me will break.
But I don’t have to wait too much longer. In one deep thrust, he’s inside me.
I’m breathless, unable to think straight because all I can do is feel.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nod my head, and he pulls out and slams into me again. I whimper at how good it feels. How right. How I’ve never felt need for a man like I do for Fisher.
His front presses against my back and his hands roam my body as he thrusts in and out.
His hands go to my breasts, squeezing, pinching, pressing.
His arm around my waist keeps me in place.
Keeps me in the perfect position for his relentless cock, driving into me over and over.
I can barely catch my breath as he slams into me.
I know I’m going to be sore in the morning. I’m thankful. I’ll be able to feel him despite him not being with me. That’s what I want. A constant reminder of him. It’s what I need.
He anchors his hands on my shoulders and pushes into me, and it’s so deep and so perfect, my orgasm twists awake at the bottom of my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I choke out in panic.
He pulls out and his hands leave my body. “No coming,” he snaps. “Not until I tell you.”
“Fisher!” I cry out at the loss of his body over mine.
“Take a deep breath. You’re not to come.”
I cling to the headboard, desperate to let go and pull him back over me, but he’s told me not to move, so I don’t.
“You think you can take my cock again without coming?” he asks.
I nod my head.
His breath is hot on the back of my neck and my muscles unlock as I feel him close to me again.
His cock nudges at my entrance and slides in again.
Instantly, I’m close to orgasm.
I shake my head. I don’t think I can do this. He feels too good. Too perfect. “Fisher,” I cry out, helpless.
“Breathe,” he says. “Don’t come. Breathe.”
I try and do what he says. I pull in a breath and try to pull back from the edge of my orgasm. It helps a little, but my entire body starts to vibrate, like my climax is threatening to spill over in every cell of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Juniper. And you’re going to keep taking deep breaths and you’re not going to come until I tell you. Okay?”
I pull in a deep breath because just his words are enough to send convulsions of pleasure through my body.
I nod, unsure if I’ll actually be able to stop myself. He pulls out and I exhale.
“Relax your body,” he says. “It will be so much more intense when you do come.”
I don’t think I can take more intensity. Being with Fisher is already the most intense sex I’ve ever had. I’m not sure I can survive more.
I do my best to unlock my shoulders and release my tightened muscles, and then he slams into me and it pushes the breath from my lungs and my orgasm flicks her tail like she’s lying in wait, ready to be unleashed.
“Fisher!” I cry.
“Don’t you dare come,” he says, slamming into me again. He pushes so hard, I almost lose my grip. He pulls me up, his arm around my waist. My muscles are weak now. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hang on.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re never going to forget it.”
For a fleeting second, I wonder if he’s trying to fuck me so I don’t forget him. He doesn’t realize that I could never forget him.
“Now come,” he says, and his fingers find my clit.
It’s like he’s pressed a release button and I’m exploding around him.
My body quivers as he holds me, still fucking me relentlessly and without mercy.
My orgasm stretches on and on and on, and it’s like roses are blooming over and over in my body.
As I float back down, Fisher’s arms are around me and he’s fucking me still.
It’s like he thinks I might disappear if he stops.
My entire body is limp and lifeless, and finally he explodes behind me, calling my name. He pulls me back onto his lap and I tip my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder.
His chest is heaving. My stomach is still rippling. I’m raw and exhausted and happy.
Fisher’s made sure I will never forget him.