Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Pippa
-the best-
My stomach swirls with anticipation as Rhett’s traveling mouth finally reaches my pussy.
I wait for it. For the delicious sensation of his tongue on my clit, but he bypasses it.
Instead, he moves to my inner thighs, kissing down one and back up the other one.
My skin tingles, and goose bumps chase each other back and forth beneath his touch.
Then, suddenly, without warning, and with glittering, greedy eyes, he pushes my knees wide apart and swoops down.
And just like that, his warm, rough tongue is on my clit, lapping, licking, and sucking it as if it is the most delicious fruit he has ever tasted.
It feels good. So good. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.
I feel my cheeks burning. Not with embarrassment or shame, but pleasure.
I expect Rhett to do what I’m used to, what George always does, give me a couple of minutes of half-hearted licks, before he enters me for the real show, but Rhett … Rhett doesn’t do that. No, he doesn’t. He stays.
Oh, my world! He stays and works my clit expertly with his mouth and tongue …
and already, already I am feeling things I’ve never felt before.
My clit is coming to life, pulsing with a sweet pleasure that leaves me reeling.
I don’t know quite what to do with the feeling, but I like it and I find myself grabbing handfuls of the duvet under me and twisting them helplessly in my fists as he keeps working me.
I can feel the pleasure building, and I know I’m rushing headlong towards something, but I am not sure what exactly.
All I know is I’m about to have my first ever orgasm from a man giving me head.
I grit my teeth, waiting for it, unsure of how it will feel.
I have never climaxed with George. Not once.
I usually have to take care of it myself.
Sometimes, while he is asleep next to me, and sometimes in the bathroom. Always, it is rushed and quick.
Rhett shifts slightly, and his clever tongue goes away.
For a second, I feel frustrated, but his touch isn’t gone for long.
His fingers replace his tongue on my clit.
He rubs me in a figure eight shape, as his tongue pushes into my pussy.
To my shock, he starts tongue fucking me.
I feel overwhelmed with the sensations flying through me, and I can’t contain the odd squeak that slips out of me.
That pressure is building, building, and if it doesn’t find a release soon, I feel like I am going to blow up. I find myself pressing myself against Rhett’s fingers, making his touch harder, and bucking my hips, rubbing myself on him.
George would be disgusted by such brazen behavior. Rhett, on the other hand, seems to be spurred on by my wanton enjoyment. He withdraws his tongue from my pussy and licks around the edges, hungrily lapping up the juices that are pouring out of me.
Suddenly, the release comes, and it’s like nothing, nothing I have ever felt before.
My clit sends waves of pure pleasure through me, but I don’t just feel my orgasm there.
I feel it in my stomach, the muscles contracting wildly.
I feel it in my breasts, my nipples, my neck, my lips, my head.
My nerves feel like they are exploding with so much pleasure.
My whole body vibrates with it. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I am just consumed by the intense rush of pleasure.
It is so powerful, I don’t know how much more of it I can take, but I trust Rhett.
He seems to know my body better than I do.
His fingers move around my clit, forming a V shape, and then they squeeze inwards, and the extra sensation sends me over the edge once more.
I open my mouth, gasping for air, but feel as if I’m getting none.
I manage to snatch a breath that comes out in a loud ‘ahhhh’ sound.
My toes literally curl as I take another breath, and I hear myself screaming Rhett’s name, unable to stop myself.
His fingers and his mouth move away from my pussy and my clit as I come down from what I can only describe as the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my whole life. It’s like I died and went to heaven. Shocked and astonished, I lay still as he kisses his way back up my body.
His lips find mine again, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
I swirl my tongue with his, running my hands over his naked back and shoulders.
I push my hands into his hair, pressing my lips tighter against his until he pulls back.
He looks down at me, and while maintaining eye contact, he reaches down and takes hold of my leg just above the knee.
He lifts it until it is bent upwards, and then he hooks it over his shoulder.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath fully, he is pushing inside me, his cock massive and hard and, oh, so good.
I feel my sex stretching to take him, and I moan as he slams into me.
He holds my leg in place to keep me wide open for him, and runs his nails up and down the back of my leg as he thrusts.
I move with him, ramming my hips in time with his.
I find myself grabbing his ass, and pushing him in deeper with each thrust until his full length is buried deep inside my body.
Rhett angles his hips so that each thrust hits only one special spot.
At first, I am not sure how I feel about the sensation.
I feel like I am about to pee myself, but that feeling passes, and it feels …
good. Damn good. I move with Rhett, but I let him take the lead, let him rock my world in a way I didn’t know it could be rocked.
A shiver goes through me as my sex clenches tightly around Rhett’s cock of its own accord, my back arches, and my eyes roll back. My body becomes rigid as another orgasm crashes over me. Never in my wildest dreams …
Oh God!
My fingernails dig viciously into Rhett’s shoulders as I cling for dear life.
His thrusting reaches new heights as he moves harder and faster.
Each thrust sends electric pulses through me, elongating my climax.
I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.
Just when I feel like I can’t handle anymore any longer, that I will burst open like a pinata doll, I feel the muscles in Rhett’s back tense and his face contorts in pleasure. He climaxes hard.
“Fuck, Pippa,” he growls, shuddering, his cock deep inside me.
He withdraws out of me and gently releases my leg before rolling off of me, ripping off the condom. We lay side by side for a moment, our fingers interlocked beside us.
My chest is heaving, and I am, and there is no other way to put this, in shock.
I never thought it could be like this. All these years …
The quiet of Rhett’s bedroom wraps around me like a cocoon.
My skin is still tingling, every nerve ending alive, buzzing, and I feel an exhilaration I didn’t even know I was capable of.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to process the sheer intensity of what just happened.
For the first time, I actually understand.
I understand why everyone makes such a fuss about sex.
Why my friends talk about sex as though it’s some magical, transformative experience.
I always thought it was, well, overrated to be perfectly honest. I mean, I did it with George, obviously not for me, but for him, for the sake of keeping him happy, keeping us together, but I never truly enjoyed it.
It was a duty. Like how he took out the trash for us. A duty. To keep me happy.
How was I to know it could feel like … this?
And now I know. I know what I’ve been missing.
I feel a strange combination of awe and heat pooling low in my stomach, a rush that’s almost addictive.
My fingers trace over the back of Rhett’s hand absentmindedly.
I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered, the way he showed me just how good my body can feel in the right hands.
Suddenly, I feel a small pang of guilt, a fleeting thought of George sneaks into my mind.
That familiar mix of obligation and residual affection I’ve carried for him.
But I shake it off, telling myself that this …
this isn’t about him. Not anymore. This is about me.
About discovering what I want, what I like, what makes me feel alive.
As Rhett so eloquently put it, George is busy getting laid, so I owe him no loyalty.
Rhett rolls to his side and faces me. He watches me with those infuriatingly knowing eyes of his.
As if he can read my every thought, my every desire, my every hesitation.
And I think, not for the first time tonight, how much I like being seen like that.
Being understood, even if it is just for this night.
But the way he’s looking at me, with that combination of possessiveness and hunger it’s almost predatorymakes my pulse skip.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he murmurs, leaning up onto one elbow, his head propped in his hand. His voice is low, teasing, and the way it pours over me makes me shiver.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. “I’m … I don’t know. Processing I guess,” I admit. “You … uh … I … well, I had no idea it could feel like … that.”
His eyes sparkle, his grin widens, and his face takes on a smug, cocky look that makes me want to shove him off the bed and then kiss him again immediately.
“Now, if you want to admit that the ‘just once’ stipulation isn’t going to fly, I’m more than happy to amend the rules.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from my chest. “Oh, really? You think I’m hooked after one time?”
He leans closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face, and I feel the warmth radiate through me all over again. “I don’t think so. I know.”
I roll my eyes, but the corners of my mouth twitch into a smile I can’t hide. “You smug bastard,” I mutter, but my voice has a soft, breathless edge to it.
“Oh how you like it,” he counters, his tone low, teasing, a hand tracing lazily along my arm.
“Maybe,” I concede.
The silence that follows is comfortable, intimate, charged.
I’m still catching my breath, still feeling the aftershocks, and I can’t stop thinking about the novelty of it — the way it made me feel alive in a way I didn’t know that I could feel alive.
I feel powerful, desirable, dangerous even, and I realize he’s right.
I do want more. Not just more with him, but more for me.
More experiences, more exploration, more of life outside the small, safe bubble I created around George and me.
I know this thing with Rhett will burn out.
All passion fizzles out. It’s the nature of lust and desire.
You want a thing so badly you think you’ll die if you don’t have it, then you get it, and it’s not so important anymore.
Then you start to chase the next thing as if you’ll die if you don’t have that new thing.
But George. He’s not an urge or an ache.
He’s the real thing. He’s the warm fire you come back to when the temporary cravings are gone.
“You know,” I begin, hesitating slightly because it feels bold. “Maybe we should extend our arrangement a little. How about we end it when we leave New York?”
He arches an eyebrow, that grin that’s both infuriating and irresistible curling at his lips. “Is that your way of telling me you want to keep having more uncomplicated sex?”
I nod, trying to keep my tone casual, though my pulse is hammering. This is raw. This is thrilling. It’s not boring. Not dependable. And this is mine to explore, to savor, and to control.
“Exactly. No feelings, just fun. For both of us. We’ll go back to being friends when we return to London.”
He leans back slightly, his eyes glittering with amusement, and I see the way his jaw tightens just a fraction. There’s something in his expression, a mix of desire, calculation, and genuine delight, and it makes me shiver.
“Friends?” he murmurs.
“Yes, we are friends, aren’t we?” I confirm firmly.
“Sure,” he says smoothly. “We can be friends with benefits, but in the interest of full disclosure, I should warn you, Miss Fairfax, you’re going to end up falling in love with me.”
I lie back against the pillows and laugh at his arrogance. “You’re insufferable.”
“Insufferable, but correct,” he counters, leaning down suddenly, and cutting me off with a kiss that’s hard and demanding.
My hands find their way to his shoulders, pressing against him, and I feel the pull, the need, the strange spark between us.
His kiss wipes away all of my thoughts, silencing me with a warmth and intensity that has my head spinning.
I melt into him, the laughter and teasing dissolving into sighs and soft murmurs. For the first time in a long time, I feel untethered and unashamed of my sexuality. I realize that this night, this connection, this reckless adventure is exactly what I need.
A storm has started, and outside, the sea rages relentlessly. And here, in Rhett’s arms, I feel that pulse of danger, thrill, and desire. I feel free. I feel wanted. I feel alive. And for tonight, that’s all I want.