Chapter 12 #2
I start to move. Slowly pulling out of her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry. I try and create a rhythm, but it’s stuttering. She’s so beautiful it almost hurts. So delicate and warm and familiar and entirely new. She feels so soft and tight at the same time. It’s hard to focus.
She shifts underneath me and moans, and I still, my jaw tight.
It’s too much. It hits me right in the center of myself.
I’m on the edge, and there’s no room to move before I fall.
I’m so acutely aware of her pleasure, and it’s so necessary to my own.
It’s never felt like this before. I’m so completely in tune with her.
It’s like I can see what’s inside her head.
I pull out to give myself a little room to breathe. I need to gather myself.
“I’m close again,” she says.
“Me too,” I say on an exhale. “What are you doing to me?”
A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “Fisher,” she says, like she doesn’t quite believe what I’m saying.
“I mean it.” I shake my head, incredulous. “You’re… wonderful.”
I push inside her again, and this time, I know I can’t stop until we’re both there. I won’t be able to. I won’t have the self-control.
Something animalistic inside me takes over, and I slam into her over and over. I feel her body tense.
Through gritted teeth, I hiss, “Ask me.”
My breaths come short and ragged and our eyes meet. A line appears between her eyebrows, like she’s really trying to focus, like she’s doing everything she can not to climax.
“Ask me,” I growl, louder this time.
“Please,” she says.
“Please what?” I reply, slamming into her again, making her scream.
“Please, can I come? Please, can I come?” Her expression is desperate.
Her pleas are what tip me over the edge. I slam into her, up, deep, fast.
“Come,” I command.
She dissolves under me, tightening around me, milking me.
I explode into her, and I can’t catch my breath. It’s like she’s stolen a vital part of me.
Seconds, minutes, hours later, I can no longer hear the waterfall because of the pounding in my ears and the gasps of her breath. All sense of time and space is lost, and all I can do is feel. Her. Me. Together.
I collapse beside her, get rid of the condom, and pull her into my arms. Eventually, sounds of falling water finally trickle back, and the scent of honey follows.
It’s as if all my senses shut down because all I could do was feel. Her.
Be.
With her.
Like she was the center of the universe and all that mattered.
She trails her fingers over my torso, and it starts to bring my cock to life. I capture her wrist.
“Be careful,” I warn her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
She laughs beside me. “Oh, I don’t have a problem finishing. Not with you.”
I growl and flip us around so I’m over her again. I begin to kiss her. All over her skin. I want to know her. Know everything there is to know. Every freckle, every dip and curve.
“What happened here?” I ask, when I reach a small silver scar just above her elbow.
“I fell off a climbing frame when I was seven years old. Landed badly. Compound fracture.”
I wince before pressing a kiss over it. I have an urge to take care of her, to protect her, and I can’t remember having it before.
She plays with my hair as I press kisses everywhere and all over her.
When I get to her breasts, I pull a nipple into my mouth.
I suck and pull at it, and she squirms beneath me.
I snake my hand down and reach between her thighs.
She’s wet, and I claim a silent victory.
I push a finger through her folds, and she gasps.
“So ready, so quickly.” I pinch her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She nods, like she wants more.
I push my finger deeper, my thumb working her clit. But I know that’s not what she wants. “That feel good?”
She groans again. “I want you, Fisher,” she cries.
“You have me,” I say. I flick her nipple with my tongue.
She frowns, like I’m not cooperating, and it’s so adorable that I let out a laugh.
“Tell me what you want.”
She pauses for a second before she says, “I want you inside me.”
“You do?” I ask, and teasingly, I work my finger deeper.
“Your cock, Fisher. I want your cock inside me.”
I nod, like she got the answer right.
I grab another condom and put it over my straining erection.
“It makes you feel so good, doesn’t it, Juniper?”
She nods as I position myself at her entrance.
“You like me filling you up, stretching you wide.”
She pulls at me, urging me closer. I don’t know how I’m holding myself back. I have the most beautiful, sexy woman underneath me. How am I managing not to slam into her and make her scream so the entire town of Star Falls can hear us fuck? But reveling in her need is almost better.
Almost.
“Shall I take it slow, baby?” I ask. “Because you’re so tight. I’ll just push in a little. Open you up a bit.”
Her chest is heaving as she pants. She seems to be close even though I’m only just getting started.
“Oh, Juniper. You’re so close. Remember to be a good girl and ask permission before you come.”
I slam into her, and she dissolves around me, tight like a fist, her back arched, her hands grabbing at me.
“Oh dear,” I say as I keep fucking her through her climax. “That wasn’t polite, was it?”
Sweat sheens my body as I do my best not to follow her.
My need to make her come again overrules my body, and I manage to push my orgasm back.
I thrust into her over and over. Her expression when she realizes what’s happening, when she knows another climax is building, nearly sends me off the edge.
I have to shut my eyes for a second so I can get through.
I shift and lift her legs up, place them over my shoulders.
It gets me deeper, farther into her. And I can see her better like this.
Watch as her breasts move with my thrusts, see how she shudders as I talk to her.
She reaches for me, but I’m too far back, so her hand falls to her pussy. To where we connect.
The visual is too much. I’m too far gone to bring myself back from the brink this time. I thrust harder, trying to feel everything. Trying to commit it all to memory in case life never gets this good again. And I need to get her there.
I didn’t need to worry that she might not.
I grab her wrist and take her fingers in my mouth. “That’s mine,” I say.
“Fisher!” she cries. “Fisher, please, can I come?”
I circle my hips and thrust. “Come now.”
I push into her, our eyes lock, and we both fall together.