Chapter 21 #2
Which I discovered the moment he pressed his lips to my clit.
I jerked up, my hands fisting and even pounding on the deck.
His tongue should be considered a lethal weapon.
Every noise shuddering from my mouth sounded like a wounded animal.
I was lost in the moment from the first lick, every muscle tense.
While he was being gentle, completely unlike him, I was shaking like a leaf from a rush of adrenaline. He pinned my legs down, pressing on my thighs while continuing to torment my clit. The effect was soft and slow yet drove me completely crazy.
I jerked in his hold, wiggling to the point of almost managing to roll over.
He pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking while rolling two fingertips between my swollen folds.
The effect was calming, which seemed ridiculous, but I stopped moving, taking deep, raspy breaths to try to fill my lungs with air.
His initial period of being gentle with me was over, his fingers spreading me wide open. I threw my head up, still gasping for air as I tried to fixate on how rough he was being.
However, my pussy was making it perfectly clear that I should just stop asking questions and enjoy. Quivering all the way to my core, my legs were also shaking. Soon my arms would be from the way his tongue was abusing my swollen lips.
As if he cared. He was completely relaxed, thrusting two then three fingers inside. With them all flexed open, he filled the void, stretching my muscles in a way that brought a delicious wave of sensations.
Half laughing, half moaning, there was nothing coherent running in my mind as hard as I tried to form a sentence. And forget about being rational. There was nothing left for me to think about but the pleasure that was building to a sweet precipice.
Between his tongue and fingers, I was thrown into what most women would think impossible.
Who knew that such fantasies could become reality?
I didn’t bother trying to move, even if I could.
The only intelligent movement I could make was pointing my toes.
The only coherent thought was praying my child didn’t awaken thirsty.
I pressed one hand over my mouth, thumping back against the deck as he continued his feast. Tongue. Lips. Mouth. Fingers. The orchestration was so calculated that I wasn’t certain where one began and the other left off.
Seconds or minutes later—as if I knew for certain—I was dropped into a vacuum where any sense of everything else around me disappeared. He seemed to sense I was close to an orgasm, his actions even rougher with his fingers pounding into me. Were there now four of them?
I laughed. I tossed my head. I stared at the sky while I bit my lower lip to try to keep from screaming. And all sense of myself had been tossed out the window. The sweet moment stopped time and all sound except for my thudding heart.
Boom, boom. Boom, boom. Boom, boom.
Insanity wrapped around my head as he managed to rip my legs even farther apart.
So wide open the cool air tickled my tender tissue, and I was about to lose my mind.
When the climax rushed into my system, at first there was no sound.
None. Then a slight wheezing as my muscles clenched and released several times.
Where I normally came down quickly when brought joy from a vibrator, the moment kept going, one climax colliding with another because he refused to stop his actions.
There was no way of knowing how long the moment lasted, but I was completely spent, my pulse racing so that I felt every thump in my throat.
There was no way of moving. Flashes of light still pulsed around my eyes and every muscle remained tense.
When he pulled me into the water, I didn’t fight him.
I was on his lap again, this time with the tip of his cock brushing up and down my pussy.
With being so tender, I almost pushed away from him.
What did Steel do in response? He pulled me down on his cock, filling me completely.
Now I found my voice, the strangled scream only cut off when he crushed his mouth over mine. That didn’t stop me, only muffling the noise. I felt as if I was on fire.
His shaft throbbed, filling me completely and I was in awe of how incredible the sweeping vibrations were. He held me in place with the kiss lingered, but as soon as he pulled our lips free, he gripped my hips.
I was his putty, his clay to mold the way he wanted. At first, he took his time, developing a sweet rhythm that allowed me to catch my breath.
But that was short lived. As his actions became more brutal, the water became choppy, spilling over the edge. We were both sweating profusely, his face pinched as he remained unblinking. I was in complete awe of the man and how our bodies molded together so perfectly.
I rocked against him, clamping my knees as I pressed my hands against his chest. He was instantly amused, the smirk on his face growing wider with every second.
There was no chance of him giving up control, his facial expressions completely dominant. I was pulled into an erotic zone, feeling as if I was flying. And he continued to pump long and hard, pushing me up from the water with the force used.
Water splashed everywhere, mixing with sweat until I was panting from the heat. He didn’t seem fazed, enjoying the hell out of himself while tormenting me.
But in those next few seconds as I clenched my pussy muscles, there was a slight power exchange, enough that he cocked his head in shock. With a slow and steady smile crossing his face, his eyes lifted in mischief.
And as with mine, his entire body was on fire. Every muscle tensing. I bucked harder, faster, bouncing up and down while gripping his shoulders. His chest rose and fell from heavy breathing and I licked my bottom lip just to drive him crazy.
“Such a brat,” he managed.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I refused to give up, rocking to the point he finally threw his head back.
As he lifted his chin, I nuzzled my face into his neck, biting his skin. His guttural moan, while controlled, was a sweet reward even as he erupted deep inside.