Chapter 16 #2
“Those...are fucking gorgeous.” He gulps, then bends to kiss one, then the other.
“I’ve missed you,” he says to them in greeting, and I throw my head back with a throaty laugh.
My laugh is overridden by a soft moan when he captures a nipple between his teeth through the lace and nibbles ever so lightly.
His hand reaches into the cup, relieving my aching breast from its confines and baring the nipple to his tongue.
He draws a lazy circle around it before sucking it into his mouth. Oh, that’s good.
“Now I’ll finally get to see this sexy-as-hell body come alive underneath my fingertips. The whole time in that closet, I cursed myself for not being able to see the look on your face when you finally had your first orgasm in years.”
“You still haven’t seen my first orgasm on your cock.”
“Shiiiiiit,” he curses, long and drawn out, grinding said cock against me. I grab his face and kiss him hard, getting a bit more insistent and hoping he’ll take the hint and get us to the bedroom. I need to be naked, like, yesterday.
I reach between us, trying to get my hand down the front of his pants, and that seems to do the trick. He pulls us back from the wall and whisks me down the hallway. He starts to turn right, but that’s the guest bedroom.
“Left,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips, and he corrects his direction. He strides into the room, and when his knees knock into the bed, he tosses me down onto the comforter. Leaning over, he clicks on my bedside lamp.
“I won’t be missing a second of the action tonight.”
Biting my lip with anticipation, I scoot back on the bed as he unbuttons his jeans, yanking out condoms from his back pocket and dropping them onto the nightstand. He shoves the denim down, kicking them toward my bathroom door. He looks feral. I want him losing his mind with need.
“Mark…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t want those condoms.”
He bites his lip, eyes simmering with lust as he leans over me, caging me in with his forearms on the bed.
“Are you asking me to fuck you bare tonight?”
“I want you to fuck me bare. I’m on the pill. I need your skin against mine.”
A strangled sound leaves his throat, fierce need sparking in his eyes. They’re no longer simmering; they’re blazing.
“I’ve never been with anyone without one,” he says contemplatively, inhaling deeply, clearly fighting for control as he flicks the button on my jeans with one hand.
“Me neither.”
“You were engaged,” he says in disbelief.
“He insisted on wearing them. He didn’t want kids. Wanted two methods of prevention.”
He blows out a long breath, and I panic. Oh shit, does he think I just insinuated that I wanted a baby?
“You have no idea how the idea of my cum dripping from your body just turned me on.”
My breath catches in my lungs because, fuck, that’s hot.
“Do you like that idea as much as I do?” he asks, tipping my chin up to look at him.
I nod, my teeth grazing my bottom lip again.
“Those fucking red lips…” he rumbles low from his throat, eyes zeroing in on the movement.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and pulls them down and off, letting them fall to the floor before he runs his hands up my shins.
“Open.”
I pull my legs apart, and he hums approvingly at the little black lace thong that matches my balconette bra.
He dips, kissing a hot line up an inner thigh before grazing his bottom teeth up the center of my panties.
The eroticism of the move sends goosebumps skittering across my flesh and tears a gasp from my throat.
Mark kisses along my lower belly as his hands slide up beneath my back to pop the clasp of my bra.
He slips it off an arm, and I lean on my elbow as the revealed nipple gets sucked into his mouth while he relieves my other arm from its strap.
“It was so pretty, but it has got to go,” he mumbles as he dots kisses across to the other breast. He lavishes the same attention on that one, teasing my nipple with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth as he kneads the underside with his hand.
I don’t think my breasts have ever been so loved.
I exhale softly when his free fingers roam up into my hair and tug back to bare my throat to him.
With tongue and teeth, he nibbles and teases a path along my skin all the way back to my lips.
Mark kisses me breathless, claiming every nook and corner of my mouth with his tongue as his fingers dance along my lower belly, teasing their way toward my sex. He runs a flat hand down my center, cupping me, squeezing me through the lace.
“Spread.”
I widen my legs, his dirty command causing me to whimper, and he massages my core over the fabric, teasing the edges of the panties that I’m dying for his fingertips to slip beneath.
When a fingertip finally grazes beneath the edge, I hold my breath, aching for that first contact.
It skims up an outer lip, and my breath stutters from my chest the same time he groans into my mouth.
“So fucking wet for me. Così bagnato,” he whispers reverently.
He grabs the edges, eyes lit up with anticipation, and slides them down, his gaze devouring me as he goes.
“Open wide,” he orders when he slides the panties over my toes.
I sit up, putting my weight on my elbows and slide my thighs apart for him, watching his pupils blow, overtaking his irises as he takes me in.
He stands and traces his lips with his fingertips, looking his fill.
Not used to being admired like this, I fight the urge to press my thighs together. Be bold, Ava.
“Touch yourself for me,” he stutters out on a breath, as if he’s barely keeping it together.
He slides his boxer briefs down, baring his cock to me, and a breathy puff of air escapes me.
I slip my fingers between my thighs, sliding along my clit as he inhales deep and strokes his length from root to tip.
I roll onto my side and up onto my knees to offer him a view from behind, petting myself for him while looking over my shoulder. He groans his approval loudly.
“Fucking hell, Ava.”
He reaches and grabs the wrist I’m petting with before bending next to the bed and sucking my fingers into his mouth.
It’s hot as hell, and I whimper before gasping as the tip of his tongue swipes over my clit and traces up the center of me and past my puckered flesh.
My eyes might have bugged out of my head in surprise, but I won’t lie, it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Every inch of you is officially delicious.”
I shudder at his words and yelp in surprise when he bites my cheek playfully, then moan as his mouth closes over my clit from behind and he gives it a good, long pull. Fuck…sensory overload.
“Told you I’d bite that ass.” He smacks a cheek, then rubs the spot, soothing the sting.
His hands grab my hips and flip me onto my back, causing me to gasp in surprise.
Spreading my thighs wide with his big hands, he dives back in with new vigor, licking at me mercilessly while teasing my entrance with feather light circles.
It’s driving me mad. I whimper with need as a finger dips in and out an inch, my core writhing against him, attempting to pull it deeper into her clutches.
His hum of encouragement vibrates against my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed, but he’s not sinking into me like I crave. His finger taunts. Teases.
“Deeper,” I plead.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers seductively against my slick skin, and I watch as his finger disappears slowly inside of me, all the way to the knuckle. I cry out as he twists his wrist on the retreat, dragging the pad of his finger along my g-spot and re-entering me with an added finger.
“Oh!” I cry out again, and he grins against my pussy.
“You liked that,” he grits out and hisses when my body clenches around his fingers. “That’s right, that’s such a good fucking pussy.” I squeeze him again. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”
His dirty talk is going to be the end of me.
He licks at me for a few more seconds, and I watch in fascination as he works his hips lightly against the comforter, enjoying the friction as he pleases me. When his fingers curl inside and I quiver around him, he shoots me a dirty smirk from below.
“You ready for number one?” he asks, making a come hither motion that has my hips jerking off the mattress. I answer with a mindless, “Uh-huh”, and he chuckles deeply, kissing a path up my belly toward my lips as his fingers get to working their magic.
My mind automatically shoots back to how good he made me feel in that closet, and my inner walls clamp around him with need at the memory.
I moan and bring myself back to the present when his lips land on mine.
He kisses me with reckless abandon, pulling whimpers, gasps, and moans deep from within my chest. He leaves my lips to drop down and tongue my clit for a few more seconds, pulling the bud between his lips and letting it pop before coming back to my lips.
His palm connects with my clit, just another added layer of stimulation, and I keen, my legs trembling with my impending release so close. My breath lodges in my throat.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby. Let go.”
His whispered encouragement pushes me over the edge, and my breath rushes from my lungs as I shatter in his arms.