Chapter 3 #3
Reaching around me to swipe his keycard, he pushed the door open, letting it slam against the wall.
The moment we crossed the threshold, he grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine.
He kissed me hard, yet soft at the same time.
It happened so fast that at first, I wasn’t sure if we were still moving or not.
But my body was fully aware of what was going on and reacted on instinct.
Grabbing ahold of his jacket, I pulled his body flush with mine. That small move propelled us backward and my back hit a wall. The kiss deepened and his mouth overtook mine with a gentle force that consumed me.
“Russ,” I moaned as he parted my lips with his tongue.
I wrapped my arms around him and allowed myself the pleasure of indulging in him, in his touch, in his kiss.
Endorphins flooded my system, and the knot in my belly unraveled.
His hard dick pressed against me, letting me know that he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
I ran my hands up his chest and then pushed his jacket off him.
I was tired of being teased.
I was ready to be taken care of.
He broke the kiss abruptly and took a step back. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you since the last time we were together?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“Every day?” I guessed.
“Every. Fucking. Day.” He pulled his shirt off and then started removing his belt.
My body clenched at his words. “Good.”
“Do you know how bad I want you?”
“I think so.”
He smirked. “You think so? You think so?” Licking his lips, he took another step back. “Strip,” he demanded.
I didn’t waste any time. Holding his gaze, I peeled off the black dress until I was standing in just my matching black bra-and-panty set.
“Take it all off.” He pointed to my feet. “Except your shoes. And then slowly go to the bed.”
I released my heavy breasts from the push-up bra that held them high. He broke our stare to watch them drop. And then his eyes followed my every movement as I removed my G-string. Stepping out of the damp fabric, I held on to the wall to brace myself.
Feeling sexy in just jewelry and heels, I did a little pose for him before I walked across the sitting room area to the bedroom. Swaying my hips, I made a show of moving my naked body for him.
“You know how much I love your ass, don’t you?” he growled from behind me.
He was closer than I thought, and that sent a chill down my spine. I didn’t look back until I made it to the bed.
“Stop right there,” he commanded roughly.
I stopped, keeping my ass facing him as I looked over my shoulder. “Why?”
He was taking off the rest of his clothes and when our eyes locked, he licked his lips. “Since you won’t stay all night with me, I have to take it all in and commit every inch of you to memory.”
My eyes dipped.
Good God.
I exhaled audibly when I saw his muscled body and the tattoo that ran down the right side of his neck, shoulder, arm, and torso. And as sexy as his physique was, the nine and a half thick, veiny inches that hung hard and heavy between his legs had my attention.
He ran his hand over it as he watched me watching him.
“Russ…” I breathed his name, turning all the way around to face him.
“You want this dick, Nina?”
I forced my eyes up to meet his and nodded. I wanted to speak, but the way he looked at me temporarily rendered me speechless. His eyes dropped to my lips and then my breasts, and when I saw the hungry look in them, I was on fire all over again.
His chest rose and fell faster as we watched each other. He was the first to break our trance, slowly moving across the room until his body was flush with mine. My breathing was ragged as I gazed up at him, wishing, waiting, wanting.
With no more words exchanged, he crashed his lips against mine, kissing me with enough passion to take my breath away.
Butterflies spread across my belly. I knew that I craved him, but with that kiss, I couldn’t deny the connection we had.
My body buckled as I gave in to every emotion I felt. I melted into him and his kiss.
When he pulled away, he sat down on the bed and looked up at me. “I want you to come on my tongue.” He licked his lips and scanned my body with a heated gaze. “And then I want you to come on my dick.” He put his hand on my hip and situated me in front of him. “Can you handle that?”
My stomach flipped as I looked at his thick dick protruding from his body. Breathing heavily, I nodded. “Yes.”
Slowly, he lay back, never taking his eyes off me. “Then come sit on my face.”
He didn’t have to ask me again.
I bit my lip as I climbed onto the bed and straddled his handsome face.
“Don’t tease me, baby. Sit,” he growled. “Let me taste this pretty pussy.”
The moment I got my legs comfortably under me, he wrapped his arms around my thick thighs and pulled me solidly onto his mouth. His nose nuzzled against my clit as he adjusted me.
“Mmmm,” he groaned before his tongue ran up and down my slit.
I gasped.
Grabbing my breasts, I tweaked my nipples as I gave in to the sensation he was causing within me.
“Yessssssssssssssssss,” I hissed as he flattened his tongue when I started grinding against him. “Russ, that feels so good.”
He sucked and flicked as I rode his face. His skilled mouth found my most sensitive spot and I felt the orgasm building. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the sounds that came out of him drove me closer to the edge.
“Russsssssssssssssss,” I moaned his name wantonly. “Please don’t stop.”
His fingers dug into the fleshiness of my thighs as my body started giving in to the attention he was giving my clit.
“Oh shit!” I cried out as I came hard.
My body quivered with pleasure as I writhed above him, until I tipped forward and collapsed on a pile of pillows.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said breathlessly.
I was in a heap, and my skin hummed with the second orgasm of the night. As he got up to grab a condom, my body shuddered with satisfaction and anticipation for more. Watching him roll the latex over his thick dick, I stretched my legs out as I slowly regained the ability to move.
The bed dipped as he crawled over to me. Situating himself between my legs, he caged me with his arms. He hovered above me, his muscles flexing under his weight as he balanced himself.
“How are you this beautiful and this sexy at the same time?” he asked me quietly, pushing my legs open wider.
I caressed his shoulders and up his neck. When my hands moved to his face, I pulled him closer until our lips touched. “Magic,” I breathed.
The kiss was sensual and soaked in desire, with my juices coating his beard.
I could taste myself on his tongue and that reminded me of the pleasure he’d just caused me.
His touch, his kiss, his scent sent chills from my head to my toes and incited the fire between my thighs.
The pull deep in my belly caused me to clench tightly and throb with anticipation.
“Oh, you’re definitely magic…” His voice broke sexily as he moved his body forward.
“You kept me thinking about being inside you every day since I last saw you…” He rubbed his dick against my wetness.
“And not just because it feels so good sliding into you…” He rubbed himself against my clit.
“And not just because this pussy is so wet… and tight… and fucking perfect…” He held my hips to keep me still and lined himself up at my opening.
“With you, everything else disappears.” He let my wetness suck the head of him in and we moaned in unison.
“And that’s what makes you fucking magic. ”
“Ohmigod,” I moaned.
I knew it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. I was already primed for it and when I looked in his eyes, I shuddered.
What he said was sexy as hell. But combined with his thickness spearing into me, my mind and body were in sensory overload.
Hearing his voice break from lust, smelling his cologne on his skin, feeling his body weight on mine, tasting the sweetness of his kiss, and watching the pleasure on his face as he filled me inch by inch was everything.
“Russ,” I whimpered, already on the brink of another orgasm. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I felt him adjusting to the tight fit. “Russsssssssss.”
He was buried inside of me, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” he swore. “This fucking pussy is perfect.”
Moving his hips slowly, he pulled almost all the way out of me. A rumbling noise erupted from the back of his throat.
“Please,” I begged, needing more. I ran my hands up his arms and tried to pull him to me. “Please fuck me.”
“Fuck…” The word was almost a whisper as he slowly eased back into me.
Stretching me out deliciously, he groaned from somewhere in the depths of him. The sexiness of that sound and knowing I caused him to make it made my heart and my pussy flutter.
“You okay?” he asked as he pulled almost all the way out of me again.
“Yes,” I answered softly, trying to focus on my breathing.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” I assured him breathlessly. “Please. I need it. I need you.”
“Say it again.”
“Please,” I begged. “Pleeeeeeeeeease.”
“All of it. Say all of it… Tell me you need this dick.”
“Please fuck me”—he grabbed my ankles—“Please. Pleeeeease”—he pushed my legs open wider—“I need this dick. I need your dick inside me”—he watched himself move in and out of me—“Russ, please”—he rotated his hips, giving me a firm thrust—“oh shit!”
I gasped, clenching around him.
His eyes flew up to meet mine. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Oh yeah,” I groaned.
“Good,” he growled as he dragged his fingers down my legs.
His fingertips danced across the fleshiness of my belly until he reached my breasts. I relished in the feeling of him playing with my nipples. So much so that it caught me off guard when he started driving his dick into me.
He used my wetness to glide in and out with a steady rhythm. With each stroke, I got louder and more responsive. Holding on to his biceps, I rocked my hips to meet him. The more my body reacted, the rougher his breathing became.
“I love watching you bounce on my dick. You’re so soft. And so wet. And so tight.” His low, restrained voice caused my stomach to flutter and my heart to race.
“You’re going to make me come,” I told him.
“That’s all I want.” He grabbed my hips and pulled almost all the way out again. “All I want is to feel you get yours on my dick the way you did on my tongue.”
“I want that, too! I want it all.”
“This pussy feels like mine. Is it mine?”
“Ohmigod yessssssssss!”
“Fuck…”
Before I could formulate a response, he slid into me in one swift stroke. He hit something deep inside that caused pleasure to ripple through my entire body.
“Oh shit,” I panted as he started fucking me with the perfect combination of methodical strokes and reckless abandon.
Leaning down to cover my body with his, he kissed me passionately.
Our lips were needy and insistent as we moaned into each other’s mouths.
I could feel his accelerated heart rate as it pounded against his chest. I could feel the rapid bursts of air from his ragged breathing.
I could feel his dick seeming to grow even larger while inside me.
Breaking the kiss, he put his lips to my ear. “That’s it… that’s my girl. I feel it. I feel you, baby.”
Grinding into me, he hit a spot so deep that it triggered me to clench tighter.
“Russsssssssss.”
“Yeah, say my name like that as you take this dick. Make that pussy talk to me. Give it to me,” he demanded hotly.
My body’s reaction to his commands caused him to groan loudly. “If it’s mine, give it to me, Nina. If it’s mine, come all over this dick for me.”
My orgasm was already at the brink, but hearing his words and feeling him struggling to hold back pushed me over the edge.
Incoherent words rolled off my tongue as he slammed himself into me repeatedly. I didn’t know how he knew my body so well, but he did. He strummed my clit with one hand and pinched my nipple with the other.
“Fuck,” he uttered, closing his eyes for a second. His voice was low and thick with want. “That’s it, Nina. Give it to me.”
And I did.
My eyes shut tight, and I climaxed hard. Clamping down around his dick, my entire body quaked from the sheer force of my pleasure.
He grunted, fucking me through my orgasm.
Just grunts and moans poured out of us as he continued taking care of my needs while succumbing to his own. Feeling him lose control pushed me over the edge again.
A silent scream left my mouth as my toes curled and my back arched violently. I had no control over my pulsating body. The intensity of my orgasm incited his as he bucked against me, cursing under his breath. He stiffened and shuddered as he came just as hard as I did.
My heart was pounding in my chest and both of us panted, completely devoid of energy and juices.
He collapsed beside me in bed and after a couple of minutes, our breathing had slowed.
He reached over and squeezed my breasts.
Then his fingers danced across me, making circles around my belly.
After tracing his way over every roll and crevice of my body, he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, my back to his front.
“It’s getting to the point where I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered.
“That’s interesting because I find myself thinking about you a ridiculous amount as well,” I murmured.
We were both quiet until he spoke again. “I don’t just mean the sex.”
Swallowing hard, I scooted my ass back into him. “Me either.”
He kissed the back of my neck.
That exchange blanketed us in the quiet stillness of the night. His fingertips caressed my skin, writing a message in cursive I couldn’t decipher. His lips moved with silent words across my flesh that I couldn’t hear. And in response, I pushed the intrusive thoughts out of my mind.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest.
Post-sex thoughts and feelings couldn’t be trusted when dealing with the likes of Russ. His touch, his tongue, and his dick were hypnotizing, and I was under his spell. I felt things I’d never felt with anyone before, and it was thrilling and scary all at the same time.
His lips trailed kisses along my shoulder. “You sure you can’t stay the night?”
“I mean, you made a really convincing argument as to why I should stay,” I murmured.
“Is there anything I can do to make you to stay?”
Smiling into the pillow, I closed my eyes. “Russ…”
He kissed my neck, nuzzling his nose into my skin. “It was just a question.”
Sucking my earlobe, he held me tighter.
“I’m not staying the night,” I told him, even though I didn’t make any attempt to get out of the bed. “I’m getting up in a few minutes.”