Chapter 18 Martin #2
I pull her toward me for a kiss, letting my mouth caress against hers softly, but she soon deepens it.
I’m just glad that she feels safe enough to trust me with her body.
I can’t imagine how long it took her to start to put trust in the fact that I’m not going to hurt her, given that the last man she was with was so willing to make her pay for the very fact of being with him, but I will do everything in my power to convince her that she never has anything to fear from me.
She slips her arms around my shoulders as she sinks down onto my lap, and I run my hands beneath her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin.
It’s as intoxicating as it was the first time, if not more so.
As I uncover these layers to her, as I find out more than I ever thought I would be allowed to know, it’s like I’m with a whole new woman every time, and there’s nothing I want more than to make the most of that feeling while I still can.
She strips out of her shirt quickly, tossing it to the ground, and I pull her in close so I can feel her softness pressed against my chest. She moans against my mouth, just the barest, sweetest sound, but I can feel it deep down in every part of my body at once, my cock already stirring against her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur to her, pulling back long enough to look into her eyes, sweeping her hair back from her face.
She gazes at me, like she can hardly believe this is happening, before she kisses me again, her fingers making light work of the buttons on my shirt as she strips me down to match her.
Once she’s pulled my shirt open, she rests her hands on my chest, letting her fingertips dig into my skin for a moment before she rakes her nails down my torso.
Her touch isn’t rough, but I can see the reddish lines where she trailed her hands against me—and I like it.
I like the idea that she’s marking me, making sure everyone knows at a glance that I belong to her.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, nobody else I’d rather do this with, nobody else I want to belong to more than her…
Her hands reach the top of my pants, and she drags her fingertips over my belt playfully, grinning against my mouth. Wrapping her hand around the leather, she tugs it off in a single motion and pulls down my zipper, taking my cock into her hand as soon as it springs free.
“Fuck,” I groan as I look down at her—at her small hand wrapped around my erection, gripping me tight while she strokes me, slowly, up and down.
The pleasure is delicious, but the anticipation is almost more than I can take.
A bead of pre-cum emerges at the tip, and she leans down for a moment to flick it off with her tongue, the warmth of her mouth sending a pulse of pleasure through my whole body.
Once she clocks my reaction to her lips, she slips off my lap, kneeling between my legs and making eye contact with me as she takes my cock in her hand once more.
“Is it okay if I take you in my mouth?” she asks, almost shyly, some of her hair falling into her face.
“If you think there’s any world where I would say no to that,” I murmur, reaching down to push her hair back so I can look her right in the eyes. “You’re crazy.”
She grins, and closes her eyes as she envelops my head with her lips, her tongue flickering against me for a moment before she starts to work her way down.
I sink back into the couch, a low groan rising at the back of my throat.
It’s hard to control myself when she makes me feel this fucking good, but I know I can’t allow myself to make too much noise.
She glances up at me again as she circles the base of my cock with her fingers, holding me steady as she takes a little more of me into her mouth.
Inch by inch, she bathes my cock in the sweet warmth of her saliva, making me slick as she works her way up and down.
She punctuates her movements with a soft moan every now and then, like she can hardly believe this feels as good as it does.
And if it’s good for her, it’s downright mind-blowing for me, her lips creating a taut seal around my erection as she brings me to an almost-painful hardness.
I know I’m not going to last long if she keeps going like that, and there’s no way I’m going to let this pass without the chance to be inside her once more. As my balls begin to tighten, I draw myself back from her mouth, coaxing her back onto my lap and out of her jeans and panties.
“I really, really need to be inside you right now,” I tell her, and she gasps as she presses her forehead to mine, straddling me like she’s as impatient as I am right now.
One hand on her hip, I guide myself to her slit, pressing the tip of my cock inside of her and watching as she slowly sinks down to engulf every inch of me.
“Oh,” she whimpers, her hands gripping the back of the couch for some kind of leverage as she fills herself with my cock.
I tuck one hand behind her neck so I can guide her gaze to mine, letting the other rest on her hip as I slowly rock her back and forth, back and forth, right there in my lap.
The only sound between us in these moments is our hungry, harried breath, and I can already tell that she’s getting close. I let my hand slip around to her front, pressing my thumb against her clit and letting her rock against me so she can take exactly what she wants from me.
Her back arches and I feel the walls of her pussy squeeze around me, a sure sign that she’s starting to get close. I flex my hips, driving myself all the way inside of her, and she presses her head into my shoulder to keep from making too much noise.
But I don’t need her to say a damn word right now; I can read her body with every movement she makes.
Her hips roll down against my cock, over and over again, not riding me but massaging me at every angle she can have me at.
I can hear her breath against my ear, starting to grow uneven and wanting, and there’s nothing in the world I crave more than the feeling of her pussy contracting around me, giving me everything that she’s been waiting for.
It doesn’t take long till whatever control she has shatters and breaks entirely.
She tenses on top of me, thighs trembling on either side of my lap, and holds her breath for a moment as the pleasure arches beyond the point of no return.
She slackens into me as she comes, the pulsations stimulating me with every motion.
I continue to move inside of her, pushing myself deep, until I feel the rush of pleasure get the better of me and tip over the edge and into my own relief.
I bury myself inside of her as I come, grunting as I fill her with my seed.
There’s something so primal about it, so deliciously intimate that I can’t do anything but get lost in the way it makes me feel.
It’s more than just her warmth around me, her moans in my ear, all those signals that she desires me as much as I desire her.
It’s something deeper than that now, something that skirts dangerously close to the edge of real emotion—real connection.
And something that I, despite myself, can’t help but crave more of.
She squirms against me for a few more moments, as though she’s taking every last moment of pleasure while she still can, and then eases herself out of my lap, slumping down onto the seat beside me.
I take her bare legs and draw them into my lap, rubbing along her thighs and calves to make sure she’s right here on earth with me.
“You okay?” I ask, as she sinks her head into the couch.
She nods, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Mhm.”
“You look exhausted,” I murmur, and I lean toward her to draw her into my arms. “Come on—you need to get some sleep…”
She doesn’t protest as I carry her through to bed. I steal a sniff of her hair as we go, breathing in the scent of her as her soft, small body relaxes into mine.
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a woman like this, who seems to want me just as much as I want her. But if I know one thing for sure, it’s that I will do anything to make certain that she never feels so alone in the face of such trouble again.
Even if that trouble might be bigger than even I can wrap my head around.