Chapter 26 Jonah - Past #2
As he sucked a bruise into my skin, his finger pressed deeper, searching, stretching, until he withdrew it to press in two. He bit a second mark on my neck, harder than the first, successfully distracting me again.
Then he touched something inside me, like a bolt of lightning pleasure to my core. “Fuck!” I cried out. Dex did it again, over and over, and I broke apart under him. Moaning and writhing. Melting under his teeth, around his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded frantically, because I wasn’t capable of speaking, especially not when he added another finger and I felt so fucking full. “More. Want you. Please,” I begged. Because I was feeling too much, and I didn’t want to come undone until I had him inside me properly.
He listened, slipping his fingers free, and even though he needed to in order to give me what I wanted, I still whimpered at the loss of them.
I was impatient as Dex opened the box of condoms, pulling one free and rolling it down his hard length, so much thicker than his fingers, and I already knew it would feel even better. Already dreaded how empty I’d feel without it afterwards.
“Relax for me, baby,” he said after he’d applied more lube, lining himself up until I could feel the pressure of him where his fingers had just been.
“Bite me again,” I demanded, needing the distraction, needing the pain, the feeling of possession from him. He gave it to me, biting me hard enough that it stung as he pressed inside. Pressure that burned as he sank deeper.
Then he was inside me fully. His tongue licked an apology over my skin before his lips found mine again. “Alright?” he asked, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, still adjusting to him as the burn faded.
“You feel so good.” His voice was strained. “So fucking perfect for me, Rabbit.”
I made a pathetic sound in response, but I didn’t even care as my hands smoothed over the skin of his back, where I’d clawed him without even realizing it.
Dex kissed along my neck and jaw softly, letting me get used to him until the burn was nothing compared to the urgency that hadn’t faded with our joining.
“More,” I said. He found my lips again, kissing me as I felt him shift, his hips rolling as he pulled out of me and pushed back in. I whimpered, “More.”
He did it again, and again, until the roll of his hips turned into thrusts, and with each one I cried out and clung to him harder. That pleasure was back, his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside me every time his hips met mine.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t exist beyond this. Just his body and mine and the sounds we made together. Louder, harder, faster. Until I broke, convulsing beneath him in pleasure as I came harder than I ever had before, without even touching my dick.
Dex was grunting as his thrusts picked up speed, using my oversensitive body to take his own pleasure. Sweat coated his skin. Then he groaned loudly, his hips stilling deep inside me as he came. “Fuck,” he panted.
“Fuck,” I whispered back in response.
His lips found mine, a kiss that was gentle and affectionate, and after what we’d just done… the softness of it made my eyes prickle with heat and my vision blur as I opened them. And suddenly I was crying.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffed, trying to get myself to stop, but the tears wouldn’t listen.
“What for?” Dex asked me gently. A hand cupped my cheek.
“’Cause I’m being pathetic.” I cleared my throat, but the tears still didn’t stop running down the sides of my face—to my ears and into my hairline—as I looked up at him.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just am.”
“No, I mean, why do you think you’re being pathetic?”
“’Cause we just had sex and now I’m fucking crying.”
“Who told you crying was pathetic?”
“I’m sure most people don’t cry after sex.”
“So fucking what? You’re not most people, and neither am I. When you feel things, you feel them deeply. You feel them with all of you. I like that about you. Don’t hide it from me.”
I nodded, because I didn’t know what else to say.
He kissed my forehead, and I cried harder.
I cried without trying to stop myself until the feelings emptied themselves out of me.
Dex held me the whole time, kept me in his arms, peppering soft kisses over my face so much that when I finally stopped and he kissed my lips again, he tasted like my tears.
I was shivering now, from the cold, from the fragile state I’d found myself in. Dex pulled out of me, and as I feared, I suddenly felt so empty without him. “I’m going to get something to clean us up,” he told me, and I grabbed him in a panic.
“No, don’t leave me.”
“Okay, baby.” He reached for his discarded shirt instead and used that to clean us up as best he could, then tossed it with the tied condom to the floor and shifted us until he could peel back the covers of his bed, pulling me into him as he covered us with them.
He was so warm. I wrapped my arms around him and nestled in closer. I felt so tired and so secure, and I knew if I didn’t move from here, I’d fall asleep like this.
I couldn’t bring myself to care.