Chapter 8 #2
He starts to kiss my neck with an open mouth and gently starts to spread my knees with his hands, running slowly both hands backward and forward from my knees to my hips.
I know he’s trying to calm himself. His breath is quivering as he sucks in air.
Just the thought that he could be this aroused from my body starts to liquefy my insides and I find myself panting, anticipating his next move.
His fingertips circle through my swollen flesh and his thumb rubs over my clitoris.
I shudder with arousal. “Fuck, you are dripping wet,” he smiles into my neck.
I grab the back of his head and bury it into my neck.
I can’t even speak, let alone answer. A low moan escapes me.
Even if I wanted to stop and I don’t, it would not be physically possible at this point.
My body has gone into overdrive and is on a one-way racetrack to orgasm.
He steps back and once again stares down at my open, weeping flesh, he cracks his neck hard and I know he’s gone past his physical limits of restraint.
His mouth slackens and he slowly pushes one of his fingers into me, twisting his hand as he does. He closes his eyes as he moans. “Fuck!”
I smile and bite my lip. I like that response.
I like it a lot. Standing back with eyes still focused on my sex, he slowly fucks me with his finger and then adds a second as he twists his hand again.
I groan and lean my head back. Shit, I think I’m going to come from just this, how embarrassing.
He seems to lose control and bites my neck hard as his strong fingers pick up the pace.
“You’re so tight, precious. I wanted to come with you the first time, but it’s not going to work.” He bites me, taking possession, and it’s almost painful. Goose bumps scatter again.
“Huh,” I whisper. “What do you mean?”
“If I don’t make you come first, I won’t be able to get in—you’re too tight, baby,” he whispers into my ear as he bites it. On hearing those words my legs open wider by themselves, and he starts to scissor his fingers. Oh dear god. This is too good.
Once again, he takes my mouth hard, a take-no-prisoners kind of kiss, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away.
He bends and picks me up over his shoulder and walks down the hall, bangs open my bedroom door and throws me onto the bed.
Oh fuck, this is going to hurt. I just know it.
I think I said once before, who does he think he is?
I can tell you one thing, he puts Dirk Diggler to shame.
Shit, and he said I’m tight. Before I can think anymore, he crawls over me and settles his hips to cradle between my legs.
He gently starts to rub the side of his shaft through my swollen flesh, while holding his weight up on straightened arms as he kisses me passionately again.
A gentle hard rub, one that has my body involuntarily lifting off the bed to meet him.
Damn, he’s good at this. His hand runs from my jaw down to my breast to my hip bone, then underneath my knee as he brings my leg around his hip.
All the while he is kissing me passionately.
I don’t have a fucking chance against this god.
Slowly he kisses down my throat to my breasts, which he immediately brings to attention as he sucks both of my nipples hard between his teeth.
My back arches off the bed, a sheen of perspiration now covering both of our bodies.
I run my fingers through his hair. He pushes my legs apart until they are touching the bed and he gives me a carnal smile as he disappears down my body.
Shit, it’s daylight. Surely, we can ease into this in the dark for Pete’s sake.
But my thoughts are instantly erased as his hot tongue swipes through my flesh.
I jump off the bed, the sensation burning through me.
“Sshh, precious girl, I’ve got you. Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you.
” He reaches his hand up and links his fingers in mine, and our eyes lock.
The intimacy of the act once again undoes my emotions and I put my head back onto the mattress to hide my glassy eyes.
Fuck, what am I doing? I’m going to get hurt, I just know it. This can only end badly.
His tongue goes to work stroking deep long licks through the length of my sex.
I start to quiver. “Sshh, baby,” he stops and stills to calm me.
“Take your time, relax. Let me enjoy you.” I nod and squeeze his hand, unable to articulate words.
This is too much. He squeezes my hand back and then brings his fingers down to part me open to his gaze.
I’m holding my breath. Actually, no, I’m not holding it, I can’t breathe, my lungs have no air.
I’m waiting for his reaction, for him to say something.
He closes his eyes and whispers. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?” My glassy eyes meet his and I nod. I, too, have waited long and hard for this.
“Let me come inside you.”
I frown at him. “Josh, I don’t think.”
“I’m clean, I promise. I don’t want anything between us.
I want it to be just you and me. I’ve waited for this.
I’ve never had sex without a condom on before and I want that with you.
Don’t take it away from me,” he whispers.
Oh shit. Goose bumps scatter and his words ramp up my libido to fever pitch.
As if he can sense my desperation, he starts his oral assault again, his tongue taking what it wants from my body, his eyes closed in reverence.
I start to whimper as my hips start to sway on their own to the rhythm of his tongue.
I’m close. He brings my legs up over his shoulders and he, too, is losing control.
He can sense my oncoming orgasm approaching like a freight train.
I’m panting, covered in sweat, as I watch his head move between my legs, feel his strong shoulders under my legs.
He closes his eyes and groans into me. That’s it, I can’t hold it any longer and I scream out as I am racked with violent shudders.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he lets me gently come down with gentle laps. I look up into the face of a triumphant male as he whispers, “Again.”
“Josh, no.” I try to move up the bed to escape.
It’s too much, I’m way too sensitive. He grabs my legs and pulls me back down the bed.
He parts my legs with force and once again his tongue is on me.
I shudder. Holy fuck. Any chance I had of escaping is out the window and I know he has crossed the line and is running on pure instinct, race to orgasm.
I lie back and try to calm myself. He runs his teeth over my clitoris and I jump again.
“Sshh, Presh, let me have my way. I don’t want to hurt you later, and I need you soft and open from orgasm.
I’m, well, not small and you’re too tight and I’m way too turned on to be gentle.
” He reaches up and grabs my hand again, my other hand rubs over his head and shoulders.
He’s right. I need to lie back and relax.
I try to calm my breathing. Within seconds my hips are swaying again, and he adds a finger, then another, as he twists his hand on entry, his dilated eyes boring into me.
He slowly fucks me with his strong fingers, and I fall apart just watching him, he’s so turned on, so frigging hot. He adds a third finger and I wince.
“Baby,” I whisper as my spine involuntarily lurches me off the bed. “Josh, I need to….” I whimper again. “Oh god…Josh, please,” I beg, as I run my both hands over his head.
“Natasha, I have you for one night, don’t fucking rush me.
” I nod once again, unable to speak, his fingers now working me with such force the bed is rocking.
It feels so good. I’ve needed this for so long, needed him to do this to me.
I can’t wait to take him inside me. He bites my clitoris and I moan, and he sits up to watch me.
I can see the muscles in his arm and shoulder flex as he rides me hard with his hand, the veins in his forearm pumping with blood.
A thick sheen of perspiration covers his body.
He smiles a sly smile at me as his thumb swipes over my clitoris and with three more pumps of his finger he mouths the words, “Come for me.” I explode into a violent shudder as I scream and spiral into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Before I can even move, he’s on me and with one hard lunge he’s in to the hilt. Oh fuck, he’s big.
“I had to go fast, baby, so I didn’t hurt you,” he whispers.
I nod, trying to catch my breath. He stays deep and still, allowing me to adjust to the overwhelming sensation that has my heartbeat sounding in my ears.
His breathing is heavy, his eyes closed, as he rests his forehead onto mine, trying to calm himself.
Holy fuck, I am so out of my depth here.
This isn’t sex. This is a life-changing event.
He opens his eyes and I see a depth of arousal I have never seen before in any man, in life or porn, and it’s somewhat unsettling. This is going to hurt.
“I’m going to move now, Presh. Are you OK?
” I nod and he circles his hips as if trying to stretch me.
God, I can’t stretch any more. I’ve reached my physical limits.
He slowly pulls out, his eyes shutting as he does, and gently pushes back in.
OK that felt good, no pain. I will myself to relax.
He pushes forward again and circles his hips, repeating the addictive movement of before.
I grab his behind, my lust taking over, and the next time he pulls out I pull him back into me.
“Again,” I whisper. “Faster.” He bites my neck painfully and slams back into me, his physical limits reached, and he starts to move against me so hard the bed sounds like it’s going to break when it hits the wall.
I groan as I run my hands over his perspiration-covered muscly body.
His kisses turn aggressive and I am so overwhelmed at what this man is doing to me I can’t even kiss him back.
I lie there with my mouth open, groaning into his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, you fuck me so good.” I moan a deep sound that I don’t even recognize as he slams repeatedly into me.
I can feel it coming. Shit, it might kill me.
One, two, three hard lunges and, that’s it, I scream out again, the sound bouncing off my bedroom walls as I orgasm hard, my body contracting around his.
“Fuck, yes,” he yells as he slams into me, his grip on my behind so hard I think I might bruise.
He groans as I feel his hot seed seep into the marrow of my bones, taking with it any reservation I ever had about him.
We are both breathless and panting as he drops his head to my shoulder in silence.
Tears fill my eyes again as I am overcome with emotion.
“Fucking hell, Natasha, what was that?” he pants.
I’m too breathless to answer. I giggle and he pulls me into an embrace and kisses me again.
A slow beautiful heartfelt kiss, one that is tenderly equal with the sex we just had.
I don’t remember anything more, fatigue setting in.
But as I drift into an exhausted sleep it is the words he whispered to me that replay in my head.
I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you, I only have one night with you.
No, I’m sorry, Josh, I can’t let that happen. I’m keeping you this time.