Twenty-Seven #2
He moves his fingers against my walls as he slurps my wetness.
My head falls back as pressure forms in my belly, making my toes curl.
He pushes his fingers so deep inside me as he sucks on my clit.
I scream as I shatter for the second time.
Liquid gushes from my pussy as I leave my body.
Pleasure shoots through every inch of me.
It goes on for what seems like minutes before I open my eyes, my breathing heavy.
I look down and see Elias’s beautiful face, soaking wet. Horror fills me as I sit up and scoot up the bed.
“Oh my god, Elias. I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before.” I say, my palms cupping my cheeks to cool the redness.
He looks at me, bewildered. “Kat, if I died drowning in your come, it would be a fucking blessing. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he says, sternly.
His eyes roam my body, pausing over my glistening pussy.
Somehow, I’m not ashamed. I believe him.
Kat from a year ago—fuck, even a week ago—would have curled in on herself.
But he looks at me like I’m his God and I’ve just performed some type of fucking miracle.
And I’m slowly starting to believe that he’s not lying.
He slowly removes his shirt, draping it over a nearby chair.
My jaw slackens at his body. Scars snake around his ribs and collarbones, and I resist the urge to trace them with my fingers to extract their stories.
I lick my lips as he pulls his slacks down, his hard cock springing free.
My pussy flutters in anticipation. He’s huge.
Anxiety forms in my stomach at the thought of taking all of him.
But then I remember the way he asked if I wanted this.
The way he promised to stop. My nerves morph into anticipation.
He leans forward, crawling up the bed as he settles between my legs. The tip of his cock rests against my clit, making me shudder.
“Last chance,” he says, taking his cock into his hand, his fingers only barely touching around the girth of him. “Do you want me to stop?”
I don’t even wait to answer; my eyes locked with his.
“Fuck me, Elias,” I moan, lifting my hips so his cock now rests at my entrance.
He presses the tip harder against my entrance and holds it there, my opening stretching slightly to accommodate him. There’s no way this is fitting inside me.
“Relax, Kat. You’re doing so well,” he soothes as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
He presses harder with delicious slowness as I start to part around him. My eyes grow wide as I stretch to accommodate him, already feeling incredibly full with so little intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kat,” he grunts, moving his hips forward.
He rocks slowly back and forth, each time pushing a little further in. Even with how wet I am, my pussy struggles to take all of him. Each inch feels too much and not enough at the same time. My head falls back and my eyes shut as the sensation washes over me.
He pushes his hand under my neck, pulling my head up. “Eyes on me, Kat,”
My eyes fly open as he slams all the way into me, to the hilt. My pussy stretches greedily around him like I was fucking made for this. I cry out as ripples of pleasure soar through me.
Pain and pleasure mix, and I feel so fucking full, the sensation makes me dizzy. He reaches parts of me that have never been touched before. I look down and see where our bodies join. His thick cock, glistening with my juices, sliding in and out of me. The sight makes me moan and my pussy contract.
“Fuck, Kat. If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.” He reaches down and swirls his fingers around my clit.
“Oh my god,” I pant, electricity building in my spine again.
“There is no god here. Only me,” he says as he slams into me with such force that I slide up the bed. “And when you come, it better be my name leaving your lips.”
He pinches my clit, his fingers slipping around the sensitive bud, and I shatter. His name falls from my lips as my body convulses. My nails dig into his back, and my body jerks with my third orgasm of the night. My muscles are dead; my breathing labored.
“Fuck, Kat. Where do you want it?” he grunts as he moves to pull out of me.
I dig my nails into him to keep him inside me. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean,” I breathe, not wanting this union to end.
He doesn’t ponder this for long. He slams into me one more time as he lets out a low moan. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he floods me with his hot come. He dips his head, resting his forehead against mine as our shallow breathing fills the room.
We stay like this for a while, his cock still inside me as he presses soft, reverent kisses along my forehead. He eventually pulls out of me, his come dripping as he does so.
I move to stand before he grabs my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I should probably find Harper. She’ll be waiting for me.” I reach for my panties, wincing at how cold and wet they are.
“Absolutely not,” he says, pulling me back down on the bed. “I’ll make sure Harper gets home, but right now you need to be taken care of.”
My chest feels tight, and my eyes burn. The tenderness of it all hits me right in the chest.
He reaches over and grabs some wipes off the nightstand, gently wiping my spent pussy. I shudder from the sensitivity.
“You’ll stay with me tonight.”
There’s no question in his words, just hard resolve.
I started the night thinking I was going to catch him fucking another woman. In no reality did I envision experiencing three of the best orgasms of my life and being left with this warm, fluttering sensation in my chest.
I don’t know how I’m going to come back from this.