CHAPTER 23 MINA
Oh shit. I just told him I love him . Sure, it was said in a cavalier, roundabout sort of way, but the words still came out. I love him.
“Do you mean it?” he asks, and the question echoes in my mind. Do I?
“Mean what?” I cop out, trying, and quite evidently failing, to be coy.
“Do you love me just the way I am?”
Well, I guess it’s time for the moment of truth. That truth that has been bubbling inside me since our first encounter and has only grown louder since. It doesn’t make sense. I never thought I could feel this way about someone this fast, but here we are.
“Yeah, I guess I do.” Shit. Does he think we’re moving too fast? Is this too much for him? “Is that a problem?” I don’t think I want the answer.
“Nope, not even a tiny problem. Truth is, I love you just the way you are, too.”
Fire courses through my body as he says those magic words. He’s not intimidated or overwhelmed by my unplanned declaration. He loves me too.
I can’t help but grin like a giddy schoolgirl and snuggle into his arms. He loves me. I feel him looking down at me, and I return the glance. His eyes are burning, and instinctively I reach up and pull him in for a kiss.
The kiss is soft, warm, deep, like a blanket of comfort and safety. His arms curl around me tightly and I whimper into his mouth. He finally breaks the kiss, looking down at me.
“I don’t want to push you too far, you’re still healing,” he murmurs, running his hands across my back.
“I feel fine,” I murmur back, desperate to return to the hazy bliss of our make-out session. I’m on fire inside as lust and love collide, and I want nothing more than for him to take me right here, right now.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, but please… Fuck me now.”
“Let’s get more comfortable,” he suggests, swooping me into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. He gently lays me on the bed and climbs over me, resting on his forearms, his body barely grazing mine. He kisses me again and I thrust my hips upward, desperate for more contact.
“No, princess. We’re going to take our time with this. I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you.”
My knees tremble and I feel myself growing hotter in that damp space between my thighs. I want him… no, I need him to ravage me. I need to feel every inch of his body and feel him on every inch of my own. I need to moan and writhe and sweat and cry out his name. I need to forget my own name for a moment.
I reach up and try to pull him down on top of me, but he’s too strong, and he’s got all the leverage. He just chuckles down at me.
“Like I said, we’re doing this a little differently.”
I whimper but submit, knowing that eventually, I’ll feel the exquisite thickness of his cock burrowed deep inside me.
“Fine.”
His caress is soft and slow. His lips barely touch my skin as he sprinkles the tiniest kisses across my collarbone. Inch by inch he moves downward, teasing and touching oh-so-lightly all the way.
I moan and wriggle beneath his touch, mentally urging him downward toward my already-tingling cunt. He doesn’t take the bait, continuing his snail pace down my eager body. I grit my teeth in frustration as his lips and hands send sparks of electricity through every nerve ending. It feels good, but it’s not what I want most.
After what seems like an eternity, he arrives between my legs. He licks and kisses slowly, moving from one thigh crease to the other, driving me wild. His kisses move across my pubic mound, and I grind my hips upward again, desperate for his mouth to move just an inch lower. In response he flicks his tongue just above the hood of my clit, missing it by millimeters. He does it again and again, and I whimper uncontrollably.
He moves again, this time lower on my thighs, now feeling oh so far away from where I want him to be. I practically growl in frustration, gritting my teeth. I start to move my hand to rub my clit myself, but it’s like he can read my mind. He pauses his tender exploration of my body and grabs both my wrists, holding them in a vice grip.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“No,” I struggle against his grasp. “But if you won’t do it, I’ll just do it myself.”
“Think again,” he chuckles, pinning my hands to my sides. “You’ll get your release when I say you get it.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine.
“Tough,” he counters, unmoving. “This isn’t about fair.”
He resumes his slow journey over my body, still holding my hands at my sides. When his kisses reach my knees, I realize that he’s either going to have to move back up or release my hands from his grasp. At this point, if he does let go, I’m confident I can get myself off in the few seconds I’ll have to furiously rub at my clit before he pins me down again. The tension is just too great, and I can feel that I’m on a tipping point without even being touched there.
As I contemplate this, he takes one long lick from my left knee right back up to my hip, then in a quick motion, places his mouth over my aching, drooling pussy. His tongue delves deep once, twice, then flicks lightly over my throbbing love button. My whole body goes rigid and then trembles uncontrollably as I orgasm hard, finally getting the touch I so crave.
I feel my muscles contract and then relax as I squirt, and he’s prepared. He doesn’t move his mouth, trapping the liquid and swallowing it as it pours out of me like a broken fire hydrant. As my body slowly stops trembling, he looks up, his chin slick and dripping, and chuckles.
“All better?”
I can only whimper in response, my body both sated and aching for more. He may have put out the immediate fire between my legs, but I still need to feel him deep inside.
He releases my hands, and I can feel him adjusting down at the edge of the bed. He’s undressing, I realize. He crawls slowly back up my body, and I can feel his cock brushing against my thighs, hot and smooth.
He resumes his earlier position above me, resting on his forearms over me, his body barely touching my own, though this time, his throbbing erection bobs lightly against my pelvis. I grind upward, savoring every fleeting touch.
He rocks back slightly, then in one swift motion, impales me on his cock. He didn’t even have to use his hands , I realize.
He pistons his hips slowly, deliberately, making long, deep strokes that fill me up then leave me empty. I move my hips in a circular motion, conscious of the way my vaginal walls are rippling as he moves inside me.
He grunts softly and presses his forehead into the curve of my neck. His movements pause for a moment, then continue, still slow and steady.
Feeling him inside me is heaven, the thick heat of his erection sliding in and out of me, pressing all my most sensitive nerve endings. It’s like we were made to fit together like this. He pauses and pulls out, leaving me quivering with anticipation. He rolls me to my side and cuddles up behind me like a big spoon. He lifts my top leg, and his dick quickly finds the warmth of my hole again, sliding into me from behind. This position is soft, sensual, and feels like a cuddle gone absolutely right. He wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing me close into him as he gently grinds into me, deeper and deeper.
“I can’t believe I’ve never asked, but what’s your birth control situation?” he grunts as he thrusts.
I know why he’s asking, and I can feel another orgasm approaching at the thought.
“I’m covered,” I moan. “I’m safe.”
“Good,” he whispers in my ear, then stiffens behind me.
From this position I can feel his cock swell and twitch inside of me as he finds his release, filling me up. It’s hot and divine and it feels so right. He quickly reaches around my leg and finds my clit, sending stars to my vision as I reach the peak myself.
I moan and slump backward, pressing myself against him as he holds me close.
“Do you want to get cleaned up?” he murmurs into my ear after a few minutes.
“No. Stay inside me. I want to stay like this as long as we can.”
He complies, holding me tightly to him, his slowly-softening cock acting like a plug, holding the evidence of our orgasms inside me. As he softens, I can feel him starting to slip out, but I’m determined to hold on to this feeling of fullness for as long as I can.
Without warning, I hear soft snoring. He’s passed out, cock still buried inside me, arms still holding me close. I smile and close my own eyes. Not a bad way to fall asleep.