Chapter 20 Lina #3
He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, starting low near my knee, then another higher up, his breath hot against my skin.
The third one landed so close to my pussy that his nose nudged the outer lips, and I whimpered, the sound echoing a bit in the quiet kitchen.
I could smell myself now, my arousal thick in the kitchen’s air, mixing with his.
“Knox, please...”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
His mouth found my center, lips parting to cover my pussy fully.
I cried out, the sudden wet heat of his tongue shocking through me, my hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
He licked through my folds, slow and thorough, starting from the bottom, dragging up flat and wide to coat his tongue in my wetness.
The texture of my lips dragged against his tongue, and he explored every crease, every ridge, like he was mapping it out.
His tongue circled my clit, teasing the hood back gently with the tip, never quite pressing hard enough to send sparks shooting up my spine.
I could hear the slick sounds of his mouth working, wet smacks as he sucked lightly on the surrounding skin, tasting me.
The postpartum changes made everything more sensitive down there, nerves raw, so each lap sent a jolt straight to my core.
“More,” I gasped, hips twitching forward. “Please, I need more.”
He obliged. His lips wrapped around my clit, sealing tight, and he sucked, pulling the nub into his mouth with steady pressure.
His tongue flicked against it in quick, precise strokes that made my toes curl against the cabinet below.
At the same time, two fingers pushed inside me, the stretch burning just a little at first. He curled them upward, knuckles brushing the front wall, finding that spot that made my vision blur with white spots.
The pad of his fingers rubbed there, firm circles, while his mouth kept up the suction on my clit.
I fell back against the counter, elbows hitting the surface with a dull thunk, my back arching off the cold laminate.
My hips rocked against his face, grinding my pussy into his mouth, smearing wetness across his chin and cheeks.
He ate me with a desperation that bordered on worship, his nose buried in my hair, inhaling deep like he couldn’t get enough of my scent.
His fingers pumped in and out, the squelch of my arousal loud in the room, mixing with my moans and his muffled groans.
I could feel the calluses on his fingers scraping lightly inside me, the way my walls clenched around them.
“You taste so good,” he groaned against me, the vibration humming through my clit. His words came out muffled, lips brushing my folds as he spoke. “So fucking perfect. I could do this forever. I missed this. I missed you. Every fucking day, I missed you.”
His words pushed me closer to the edge, heat pooling low in my belly.
His tongue was relentless now, lapping faster, dipping into my entrance between sucks to scoop more of my juices.
His fingers fucked me steadily, twisting slightly on each thrust to hit that spot again, building the pressure until my thighs trembled.
“I’m close,” I panted, breath ragged, chest heaving. “Knox, I’m so close...”
He doubled his efforts, sucking harder on my clit, teeth grazing just enough to sting, while his fingers plunged faster, the heel of his hand grinding against my outer lips.
My thighs clamped around his head, squeezing his ears, and I shattered, crying out his name as the orgasm ripped through me.
It started deep inside, a tight coil snapping, waves of pleasure pulsing out.
My pussy contracted around his fingers in hard spasms, wetness gushing onto his palm.
So intense I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just held on to his hair and let it consume me, body shaking on the counter.
He worked me through it, easing the suction to soft licks as the aftershocks faded, lapping up the fresh slickness until I twitched from overstimulation. Then he pressed soft kisses to my inner thighs, one on each side, his lips shiny with my cum.
When I finally came back to myself, chest still rising and falling hard, he was standing between my legs, hands stroking up and down my sides, thumbs tracing the curve of my hips.
His sweatpants were tented obscenely, the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric, and I could see the dark wet spot where his precum had soaked through, a bead of it seeping further.
“Couch,” I managed to say, voice hoarse. “Take me to the couch.”
He nodded, reaching down to shove his sweatpants off his hips. They dropped to the floor with a soft thud and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. I got my first full view of him completely naked.
His cock was fully hard, long and thick, the shaft veined and rigid, curving slightly upward toward his stomach.
The head was flushed deep red, the slit at the tip glistening with a bead of precum that caught the light from the lamp in the corner.
It jutted out from his body, heavy and throbbing faintly with his pulse, and I felt my mouth water at the sight, saliva pooling under my tongue.
I wanted to taste him, the salt of his skin mixed with that precum.
I wanted to feel him heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips.
I wanted everything. His weight on me, his thrusts deep inside, the way he’d groan my name.
He scooped me up off the counter, his arms hooking under my thighs and back, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, ankles crossing at the small of his back.
His cock pressed flat against my mound as he carried me, the hot length trapped between us, smearing a trail of his precum across my skin with each step.
The carpet in the living room muffled the sounds as he moved.
I could feel the ridges of his abs flexing against me, his chest hair scratching lightly against my still-covered breasts.
He sat down on the couch with a grunt, the cushions sinking under his weight, and settled me straddling his lap.
Both of us were completely bare now, skin sticking where we touched, the sweat from the kitchen heat making us slide a little.
The living room air was cooler, raising goosebumps on my arms and thighs, but his body heat chased it away quickly.
I looked down between us. His cock stood straight up, right there, the head nudging just below my navel, so close to where I needed it buried deep.
I wanted it inside me, stretching my walls.
I wanted to feel him fill me completely, bottoming out until his balls pressed against my ass.
Gods, I was so damn horny.
But first, I wanted something else. Control, maybe, or just to draw it out, make him ache like I’d ached.
I shifted my hips forward, positioning myself so his cock was pressed right against my folds.
The head slotted into the crease, hot and slick from my earlier orgasm, and I started to move.
Rocking back and forth slow at first, sliding my wet pussy along his length from base to tip.
My outer lips parted around him, hugging the shaft as I ground down, my clit dragging along the underside where the vein pulsed.
The friction sent sparks up my spine, my arousal coating him in a fresh layer, making everything slippery and loud, the wet slide of skin on skin filling the room.
“Lina...” His voice was strangled, coming out rough like he’d swallowed gravel. His hands gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my hipbones, hard enough that I’d see faint bruises tomorrow, purple marks on my pale skin. “Baby, you’re killing me.”
“Does this feel good?”
“You know it does.”
I smiled and kept moving, picking up the pace a notch.
The friction was perfect, his cock rubbing against my entrance on the backstroke, teasing without entering, then up to hit my clit on the forward grind.
I was still sensitive from coming on his mouth, my clit swollen and raw, so each pass made me hiss through my teeth.
I could feel another orgasm building already, heat spreading from my core down my thighs, my inner muscles clenching around nothing.
“I could come just from this,” I breathed. “Just from rubbing myself on your cock.”
Knox groaned, the sound rumbling from his chest up through me where we pressed together. His head fell back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Then do it. Use me. Take whatever you need.”
I moved faster, chasing that edge, my thighs burning from the effort of holding myself up.
His cock was slick now, fully coated in my arousal, sliding easily through my folds without catching.
The head bumped my clit with every rock of my hips, a firm tap that made my breath hitch.
I braced my hands on his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there, feeling it bunch under my fingers.
I ground down harder, circling my hips once, twice, to smear more wetness along him, whimpering at the way it made my pussy throb.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice was wrecked, breath punching out in short bursts. His control was clearly hanging by a thread. I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, teeth grinding. “Take what you need. Make yourself come on my cock.”
The pressure built again, tighter and faster than before, coiling low in my gut like a fist squeezing.
My folds were puffy now, dragging heavier against him, and the scent of sex hung in the air.
I was so close, teetering right on the edge, breath coming in pants that matched his.
And then Knox’s thumb found my clit, pressing down firm and steady, rubbing in small circles that matched my rhythm.
I exploded. The orgasm hit like a punch, ripping a scream from my throat that echoed off the walls.
My whole body shook, thighs clamping around his hips, pussy spasming as waves crashed through me.
Wetness pulsed out, soaking his cock and dripping down to his balls, the slick heat making everything even messier.
My vision went white at the edges, pleasure so overwhelming it drowned out everything else, just the throb in my core, the way my walls fluttered, the distant sound of my own cries.
I slumped against Knox’s chest, both of us breathing hard like we’d run a mile.
My forehead rested on his collarbone, sweat-slick skin sticking to his.
His heart hammered under my ear, fast and erratic.
His cock was still hard between us, trapped against my stomach now, twitching with need, and I could feel him trembling under me, thighs tense, the effort of holding back making his grip on my hips white-knuckled.
I lifted my head and met his eyes, dark and desperate, locked on mine.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Please, Knox. I need you inside me.”