Chapter 45 #2
I slide a hand between her legs, fingers dipping inside her underwear. Then I press a kiss to the center of her chest. “Fuck, babe. You’re soaked.”
She smirks. “That’s because you get me so fucking wet.”
Fuck me. If words could make me come, those would be it.
My lips map a path down her stomach, my tongue flicking as I go. Anticipation hits low in my gut when I reach the thin fabric. I press my mouth over the lace, right at her center, warm and wet, and fuck—the smell of her alone nearly undoes me.
She rolls her hips toward me, silently begging for more. I chuckle, catching a strip of her underwear between my teeth and tugging it away from her center before letting it snap back into place. Then I drag my tongue slowly over the damp lace, taunting the shit out of her.
“Jesus, Matt.” Her voice strains, wrecked in the best way. “Stop teasing and eat me out.”
My stomach tenses and my cock throbs.
“I love when you beg,” I murmur, sliding her panties to the side. My thumb glides along her pussy before I ease two fingers inside, curling upward while I drag my tongue slowly along her inner thigh.
She loses it.
Her head tips back, a breathy moan spilling into the room like my favorite fucking song.
I work her steadily, fingers pushing in, pulling out, angling just right, building her slowly. Waiting until she’s right there.
Then I pull away.
I stand and shove my underwear down, freeing my cock. I round the bed to the drawer, my fingers sifting through the collection of toys before I grab her rabbit. Yeah, she loves this one.
I settle back between her thighs, taking a moment to just look at her.
She’s biting her bottom lip through a half smile, her skin flushed and glistening. Hands bound. Blindfold on. Waiting.
I hook my fingers into her underwear and slide them down her legs, slow, inch by inch—eyes locked on her pussy, fighting the urge to just fuck her right now.
I blow out a breath.
Not yet.
I press the buttons: one for the spinning beads, one for the clit stimulation.
She grins like it’s fucking Christmas.
I drag the tip up the center of her, stopping at her entrance, tracing slow circles with just enough pressure to make her ache for more without giving it to her.
“Matt,” she pleads.
“You want more, baby?”
“Yes. Please.”
I slide the tip in and out slowly, coating it, watching the way her body reacts. Every time it presses inside her, she makes that soft, sexy sound that goes straight to my spine.
I let the vibration touch her clit for a few seconds, just enough, then pull it out.
Her thighs press together. “Fuuuck.”
I love edging her.
“More,” she gasps.
I push it back in, halfway this time, and wrap a hand around my cock, pumping slowly.
Christ.
I press it all the way inside her, the beads spin against her walls and the rabbit ears hit her clit at the same time. Her hips jerk instantly, and her head tips back, lips parting as a long, breathless moan spills from her lips.
She comes hard, thighs trembling, chest rising and falling.
I tighten my grip around myself, stroking harder, gaze locked on her and the way her body moves as she falls apart.
“Matt,” she says, panting. “I want to feel your cock at the back of my throat.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.
I release my dick and straddle her chest, guiding myself toward her mouth.
She licks her lips then lets them part.
Holy fuck.
I push my hips forward, slow, controlled. Her tongue shoots out, lapping at my precum, teasing the head before she sucks me into her mouth, taking me deeper. Her cheeks hollow. Her tongue flicks and swirls over the skin around my head, like she knows exactly how to make this go quickly.
It’s too good. I’m half tempted to pull back, drag this out a little longer, but I’m spent. It’s been a long fucking day, my nerves are shot, and I need this release like I need oxygen.
I start moving faster. She opens wider, letting me slide in and out, picking up the pace with me. When she gags, I pull back instinctively, but she lifts her head, taking me deeper, sucking harder.
Christ.
She’s practically choking on my cock and all it does is spur me on.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way her mouth feels around me. Tight. Warm. Wet. Every sound she makes adds another layer of intensity. My hands press into her chest, fingers gripping her shoulders, just dominating enough to almost send me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
Heat builds low, buzzing, racing up my spine as my balls tighten.
I pull out, gripping myself and pumping my fist, sliding off Jordan’s mask so she can watch me as I finish on her chest.
My vision blurs, sparks of light flashing as pleasure rips through me.
“Oh my fuuuuck,” I groan, bracing a hand on the headboard as I spill across Jordan’s tits.
A shudder runs through me before I collapse onto my back beside her, eyes closing.
“Fuck me. That was incredible,” I whisper, exhausted.
“That was so hot,” she says, still catching her breath.
“So fucking hot.” I barely have the energy to move.
“Um…” She laughs softly. “Do you mind untying me before you pass out?”
“Nope.” I shake my head, then huff a tired laugh. “Sorry, babe. Give me a second.”
I push up on one elbow, reach for the ties, and loosen them before swiping a pack of wipes from the nightstand.
I hand them to her. She cleans her chest, then rolls toward me, pushing me back into the mattress as she climbs over me. Her hair falls around us while she presses her lips to mine. Slow. Soft. Appreciative.
She lingers there, then rests her forehead against mine.
“I love you,” she breathes.
She pulls back just enough to look at me—and I’m this close to saying it back. I want to. It’s right there. But I don’t want the next time I say it to be right after we just fucked.
I bring my hands up, framing her face. “You know I feel the same way, right?”
She nods. “I do.”