28. Chapter 28 #2
Grooves and dips mark the muscles on his shoulders and arms. His heated gaze doesn't waver.
He may not be touching me, but my body is about to combust anyway.
"Gael—" His name sounds like a moan on my lips. "Show me."
He whines. The sound sends shivers down my spine. A tremor wants to take over my body, but it doesn't get to. With an open mouthed kiss, he takes my pussy with lips and a hungry tongue. I fall back to the bed. My veins turn to tinder. My skin combusts.
"Addicting, Amelia." He swirls his tongue on my clit. "I knew you would be."
He pushes a finger in as he sucks on my flesh. I buckle. Two fingers now, and the stretching makes me see white.
"I'm the luckiest man on earth." He takes the fingers out. "Can you take three?"
"Do it," I heave.
He pushes in with a third finger. "Ah, yes. Like this. See how you take my fingers? You're perfect."
"Saint." I buckle.
"Come on. Give me one." He does something with his tongue that brings stars to the back of my eyelids. "Please. I need to see you. "
His mouth returns to me. He's ferocious and eager, and one of his fingers pushes up against a sensitive place, and I'm— done.
I come. My belly tightens. My pussy spasms. My whole body goes taut, until my breath dies in my throat.
"That's right, yes." He pumps his fingers through my orgasm. "You're so good."
Air comes back into the room, and a guttural sound I'm sure I've never made before leaves my throat.
"Holy shit, Saint."
"Mmh, yes."
He tries to keep using his mouth but I stop him with firm fingers on his hair.
I pull. "It's too much."
He obeys, just like he's done all night.
He gets up, only to trail kisses up my body. "Your body can do so much more."
"Ah, Saint." I shiver as he licks my neck, then blows on it.
"Next time you'll come first. And second. And third."
"Maybe… maybe I should tell you now that I don't really come more than once."
He nibbles on my earlobe. I half-expect him to settle between my legs and fuck me now, but he holds himself away instead. His focus is on my jaw, my chin, my cheek.
He doesn't speak right away. After a few seconds, he locks eyes with me.
"Let us test that," he says. "Together. See what you're truly capable of."
"Is this another rule of dating casually? To push the limits?"
"No. This is just for us."
In my post-climax haze, his words gain meaning I don't think he intends. I want to be the only one.
It doesn't matter that my body has mostly calmed down after my orgasm. The afterglow in my chest brightens, and it turns the most beautiful sunset gold, carrying words I don't know what to do with.
I'd like you to be the only one .
But these aren't the words Saint said, and mine have nowhere to go. He offered to be my rebound, not my forever. The rules he's given me don't include keeping my heart under wraps, but they should.
"How are you going to do that?" I whisper.
It's a question for him, but also for myself. He only does casual, and that's what I told him I want. I can't fail at this so quickly. Nor can I pull the rug from under him with my stubborn dreams.
He rescues me without knowing. I lose myself in his easy smile, and those dimples, and the sweet kiss he gives me.
"Is your vibrator charged?" he asks.
"You still want to use it?"
"Of course. We'll use mine another time."
"So you really have your own?"
My heart stutters. It may be a complaint that I'm so ruthlessly ignoring it. Or it might be the heat coursing through my veins once more, at the promise in his words.
He gets off me in a swift move. "Where is yours?"
"In its pouch under the pillow."
Kneeling on the mattress next to me, he gives me a long look.
"It's your fault!" I chuckle. "I've had to use it a lot more than expected recently."
He moves to find it. "I think I'll take that as a compliment too."
"You should."
"Now sit up, Amelia."
The vibrator lands next to my hip. Just as I lift my torso, he finds a place behind me. He guides me to lean on him.
His hands caress my thighs, the rolls of my hips and belly, and up to my breasts.
I sigh and melt against his chest.
"Like that." He kisses the spot under my ear. "Let's wake up your skin again."
He plays with my nipples. Tiny flames erupt all over my body. My breath quickens .
"It's working," I whisper. "You're so good at this."
"Is it, now?" One of his hands makes a path down to my pussy. "Am I, now."
Two fingers find my clit and make teasing circles on it.
"It is… you… are. What are words?"
"Mmh, lose your words some more, will you, Ames?" He does something with his fingers that has me shivering against him. "And tell me everything going through your mind. Every word, every fantasy, every single thing. I want it all."
"Saint, I… I…"
"Say it. Tell me all of it."
"I… I want you to do the things you promised. I want you to show me what my body can do. For the next week… or two… ah…"
His hands turn more confident. With a thick fingertip, he circles my entrance a few times. At my breast, a thumb rubs my nipple.
"Keep going." He speaks into the shell of my ear. "Please."
"Gael. You gave me control tonight but, right now? It feels like you have as much power as I do." The last word turns into a moan halfway. "I'm losing my words. My sense. My composure."
He slides his calves under my knees, to hook my legs over his. It opens me up further, while keeping me in place.
I whine. "We've been at this for— for— a while. And we're taking our time, and we're doing things in a way I never have and I'm already so far beyond anything I've ever done—"
"Ames."
His words echo a prayer. My cheeks burn with a furious blush, but I'm not embarrassed. I'm impossibly aroused.
"Saint. You've already shown me more than I thought I'd have. My body is already feeling things I didn't know were possible. I think I can come again… And if this is how you touch everyone I will just— I may just— Ah!"
He pushes two fingers into me again, and they make an indecent wet sound.
"You hear that?" he asks low into my ear. "You're soaked because of what we've done tonight. But if it's because of how I've touched you, I need you to know something."
He kisses my neck, gently rolls my nipple between two fingers, while three tease my entrance. I moan and roll my hips, getting his fingers just a bit deeper into me, pressing his hard cock between us at my back.
"Tell me. Gael. Please."
"Don't you know? I'm touching you like I've touched no one else."
"No one?" I ask despite myself.
"So if I've been a good boy for you—" The hand in my pussy leaves me, only to turn on the vibe— "Will you do this with me?"
"What? I…"
His hands take mine. His arms keep me in place, caging me against him. Between our fingers, the vibe.
"That night outside of your room," he whispers. "I imagined you touching yourself like this."
He presses the vibrator against my clit. I moan.
"Does this feel good, Amelia?"
"Yes. So much."
This vibe is a tight c-shape, and he pushes one of the ends into me. Just a tiny bit.
"Oh— I— Saint."
"Yeah. Do you feel that, Ames? Is that good?"
"Yes! Oh my God. More."
"Then help me push it in. Just like I imagined that night. Please. Do this with me."
With interlocking fingers, we play. We tease. We push the vibe inside, slowly, in and out. My hips roll of their own accord. My breath is quick and raspy on my throat. His hard cock is hot against my back .
I come. It's different— longer rather than explosive. Waves of contraction out of my control, each spasm yearning for more.
Usually, I become oversensitized when I orgasm. I'm done afterwards. A second orgasm is difficult to achieve.
This orgasm is different. I'm still aroused. I could come again— easy.
"Saint. Ah!"
"You see?" He keeps helping me press the vibe against my tender, oversensitized flesh. "It's so good. You're so good."
"You're incredible."
"Is this what you need? I'll give it to you. It will always be about you."
"But— you— I should—"
"You should nothing. Just letting me do this, I… ah."
His hands shift, only enough that he can hold my arms between his. In this new angle, with his large hands, he pushes two thick fingertips inside. They add to the vibe pulsing inside.
"Fuck! Gael!"
"The way you move… the way you sound… it's all I need."
He forces the vibe against my g-spot and my clit at the same time, and I'm so aroused I must be glowing with the heat of it.
"But when you're ready," he adds. "When you're ready, Ames, I'll add my cock to the mix. If you want it. I'll do it only if you want me to."
I'm so lost in these relentless waves of pleasure that I'm sobbing. It's full-on despair for more, as if I'm not already coming.
Sex like this— it's new. It's powerful. I'm so beyond anything I've felt before, and it's made me greedy.
Feral.
I don't make a conscious decision, but I change positions with swift, determined moves.
I push him to the bed and straddle one of his thighs. "I want you to."
My hands grab his cock. I ride his thigh, using his long leg muscles to press the vibe against me. I pump him. Hard. Insistently. Possessively, dammit.
"Jesus Christ," he moans.
"Can I— would you—"
"Yes, Ames. Yes, a thousand times over. I'm yours. Do as you will."
"You don't know… what I'm saying…"
"Do it. Use me. There's nothing you could do—"
His words die in a deep groan when I sit on him.
Cock and vibe together. Stretching me in ways I didn't know I could be. Adding fuel to the all-consuming heat inside.
He moans. Maybe I do too. I roll my hips back and forth, and the spasms intensify. They haven't really stopped in who knows how long, and now they reach into my lower belly.
It's an orgasm and a promise that I can do it again, harder.
"It's never been like this," he whispers.
I have never done something like this before, either.
Saint is giving me one hell of a gift, letting me know him this way. Letting me know myself this way.
"Ames. Please. Tell me this feels good."
"So good. You're so fucking good."
He whimpers.
"Such a good boy, letting me use your cock this way."
"Fuck. Come again. I can't come until you do. Please, give me another."
"You want to prove yourself that badly?"
Words come out of my mouth, escaping from some hidden corner of my mind. I don't choose them as they spill out of me.
"You want me ruined?" I ask. "Forever chasing this high again?"
I ride him, up and down, just barely, enough to drive us wild with the vibrations and friction and sensation.
"Yes. Fuck! Amelia. "
"You want praise, don't you?"
"Anything you'll give me. Please."
"No one will compare, Gael."
He whimpers. "Yes, just like that. Tell me again I'll ruin you."
"I've never had better than you, and you may leave me corrupted and entitled to things I didn't know possible—"
"Amelia!"
A deep groan leaves his chest. He jerks against the mattress, breaking my rhythm and changing the angle somehow. The liquid warmth of his release fills me up.
"I'll never forget…" he mutters. "You're… the only one to…"
The end of the sentence disappears between his lips.
It doesn't get processed and I can't guess at it— I'm coming again.
This time, the white glow inside of me takes over and turns my skin transparent.
My whole body spasms, and everything shines white.
For a moment nothing else exists. I'm a supernova, testing the limits of light itself.
I come back to myself in stages. It takes time before I notice how my fingernails dig into Saint's chest, leaving deep half moons in his flesh. His hands cling to the rolls of my hips, and his face is a mix of pleasure and pain.
"Fuck, that vibrator is— Damn," he complains.
I scoff-chuckle. My brain isn't fully back online yet, and my body is still shaking, but I manage to get off him and fall onto the mattress with my dignity intact.
The vibrator is covered in the results of the past hour. I put it on a tissue on the side table and turn to Saint.
He gazes at me with sleepy eyes. "I feel like I didn't do enough. I promise next time—"
He stops when I laugh.
"Are you serious?" I ask.
"I am. I said I would impress you. "
"You did, Saint. Wilder than my dreams. I didn't know what to expect and yet… this was better than I imagined."
"Now imagine when I get to show you what my body can really do to yours."
"There's more?"
"I'm sure there is. We'll do this for a bit, right? In fact, we should continue the discovery process to really get started—"
He makes as if he's going to keep going for another hour or two.
I laugh.
He gives me a sleepy, dimpled smile, and brings me close. We kiss, but I keep it soft and gentle.
I put a hand on his chest. "Tomorrow."
He sighs. "All right."
Tomorrow I'll wonder how long a bit means. Tomorrow I'll wonder what happens next.