Chapter 32 New #2
I’d been expecting a little more foreplay, to be honest.
He laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m going to massage you,” he said with a smile, and turned me on my stomach, flat on the bed.
I closed my eyes, and with that sense turned off for the moment, my ears trained on the music, and the sound of him pouring massage oil into his palms. His hands came down on my shoulders, and he began kneading. I moaned appreciatively. I hadn’t even realized I was sore.
“I’m going to make every single second feel good for you,” he whispered, as his thumbs worked the muscles of my shoulders.
“Everything you do to me feels good,” I said, and he traveled down my back, the vanilla scent of the massage oil adding to the headiness of the scene that was unfolding here in our Paris hotel room.
He rubbed down my back, working his thumbs and fingers along my spine, then out to my sides, then down to my lower back.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and his voice sounded different this time.
Gone was the commanding, confident tone he usually saved for the bedroom.
His voice was full of reverence and something else.
Something deeper; something that felt lasting.
I tried not to read too much into it. If I did, I’d be lost to him.
I directed my thoughts to my body and the way I felt as he touched me, his hands sending goosebumps across my flesh.
His breath ghosted along my spine, as if he were leaving a trail of the faintest kisses down my back all the way to the top of my panties.
Then I felt a flick from his tongue along the waistband, and he lowered them perhaps an inch, licking softly across the top of my cheeks.
I wriggled into him as sparks shot through me, straight to my core. “God, I love the way you respond to me,” he said, kissing my cheeks more as he continued to rub my back.
“Because you know what to do to me,” I said, my breathing growing heavier as his tongue dipped lower, teasing between my cheeks, but never quite dipping down to the jewel that was still safely inside me.
“It’s not that I know what to do to you.
It’s that I love touching you. I love your skin, and your smell, and everything about you,” he said, as he dug his fingers into my hip bones.
I tensed at the free and easy way he said love in relation to my body and my sexuality.
But he hadn’t breathed it in relation to me.
Now was not the time to linger on the matters of the heart. That was child’s play. This was an adult moment. One I wanted to relish.
“I love everything about you, Michelle,” he echoed, and I hated that I wished he were saying those words in a different order.
I tried desperately to push my emotions out of the bedroom, to kick them hard into the hallway, and just let myself take his words at face value.
At body value. I begged my mind to go blank as best it could; to let my body lead the way back to him.
“You are the most sensuous woman I’ve ever known. ”
I heard a low growl from his throat, a deep primal sound of approval as he flicked his fingertip against the jewel in my ass. That did the trick. Oh, holy hell, did that do a number on me. Goodbye brain, hello body.
Flipping me over, he tugged off my panties in one fast move, leaving a glistening trail of wetness down the side of my leg. “I need your pussy in my face right now,” he said, returning to his rougher ways.
I arched my hips up, ready, so damn ready for him to touch me.
But before he did, he tugged gently at the jewel, twisting it once, and then pulling it out, and dropping it onto the towel.
The absence of it hit me hard, and even though it had been a low source of pressure, it had kept me humming.
Now it was gone, and I found myself wanting to be filled again.
But that was probably the point.
Then, I found myself wanting nothing at all but this very moment as he buried his face between my thighs, and lapped me up.
All thought faded, everything in my head disappeared.
There was only the exquisiteness of this hungry man devouring me.
Licking my pussy, sliding his tongue inside me, flicking the tip against my swollen clit.
Heat scorched my veins. I was an inferno, and I was writhing and grinding into his relentless mouth, his hungry lips.
I wasn’t sure who was louder, me or him, but we were both matching the music as I panted and moaned, and he made the sexiest sounds, as if he’d never been more turned on than he was right now.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of the bottle being opened, then seconds later, he slid his finger into my ass. All the way in, and my hips nearly shot off the bed.
I screamed his name, and he stopped for the briefest of seconds. “You’re so fucking ready,” he breathed out hard, returning in an instant to his mission.
“I am, oh god, I am,” I said, grabbing his head and riding it, fucking his face shamelessly, rocking my hips into him as he consumed me. The pressure from his finger and the intense pleasure from his mouth collided inside me in the perfect storm, and an orgasm blasted through me in a fury.
In seconds, he’d crawled up and was straddling me. “Unzip my pants,” he growled, and I fumbled at the zipper. Somehow in this drugged-out, blissed-out state I was able to work it down, and his beautiful cock sprang free.
“Suck me. Like you did the morning after we met,” he told me, guiding his thick erection to my mouth.
I remembered exactly what he meant, and grabbed his hips.
I opened my mouth wide, and he stroked his dick into my lips, lowering himself into my mouth.
I drew him in, licking and loving his cock, and then I reached my hands through his legs, playing with his balls.
A deep groan rumbled up through his chest. “Is this how you came alone in bed that morning?”
I nodded as I lapped him up from stem to stern.
“That’s how I like it. You know how I like it. But that’s all I’m going to take for now,” he told me, then moved from the bed to strip off the rest of his clothes.
He returned, and handed me the lube. “Put some on me,” he said.
I nodded, and rubbed some onto his thick shaft, thrilling at the way his eyes floated closed and he grunted from my slightest touch. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He sighed, a deep satisfied sound. Then he gently laid his body on mine, and kissed me, softly at first, then more deeply, as if he needed to connect with me this way. He pulled apart from me, and moved down my body to my hips, shifting me onto my stomach.
I felt so exposed, even though I’d been naked with him countless times. But this time was different. It was a first, and I felt virginal. But not for long. He tugged me up by my hips. “On your elbows,” he said, and I did as told.
He ran a hand down my back. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, stopping at my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. “You’re so fucking perfect, and so ready.”
I turned my neck to meet his gaze. “I want to watch,” I said, surprised at the words that had just come out of my mouth. I hadn’t thought about watching. But I found I desperately wanted to. Keeping my eyes open kept me in the moment.
“Watch everything,” he told me as he rubbed his thumb on my opening. “So ready,” he murmured, lowering his head to flick his tongue against my bottom.
I drew a sharp breath from the sweet intensity of his tongue, then he rubbed the head of his cock against me. Tension rolled through my bones as some deep part of my instinctual nature warned me against the potential pain. But I pushed it out of my mind as he slowly, carefully eased into me.
I curled my shoulders forward in reaction from the pressure inside my rear. Like a deep, far stretching of my whole body, of every muscle and fiber in my being. He was barely in, maybe only an inch, and I had no clue how he was going to fit any more of himself in me.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, stilling.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “But I still want it.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath, and on an exhale, I said, “More.”
He pushed in farther, and it was like being stretched in directions I didn’t know I had. I gritted my teeth. I felt as if I might burst, and I wasn’t sure if it felt good or bad. Or just weird. But I didn’t look away. I kept my gaze on him the whole time.
“You’re so open for me,” he murmured, tearing his eyes away from my face to stare at my ass.
“So beautiful and so open,” he said, and the words were like some kind of ode.
Tender and dirty. Just like this man. Maybe that’s why I finally was able to relax into this new sensation—because it was him.
Because he wanted me in ways no one else ever had.
Because he was as possessed by me as I was by him.
At that point it was all mental. My body was ready to receive him. He’d prepped me well. I raised my ass higher, lowered myself farther on my elbows, and invited him in all the way. My pussy throbbed. My clit ached. I was dying to be touched all over.
He sank in. The sheer pressure spread in waves, radiating across my back, my belly, my breasts, up to my face, even. Like ripples of pleasure, coupled with this sensation of being full as I brought him inside me.
“It’s better than I dreamed about,” he said, and his voice was the very sound of ecstasy.
“How much did you think about this?”
“So much,” he said huskily as he began to move in me, in time to the music, the sexy, seductive music that helped relax me even more.
“Since I met you. Since that time on the Met Life Tower when I saw how beautiful you looked with your ass spread for me. I wanted to then,” he said, holding onto my hip with one hand, dropping the other between my legs to start rubbing my clit.
I nearly screamed in pleasure from the relief. “I could tell you wanted it then,” I managed to say.
“I love being in you,” he said on a moan, and began stroking my clit.
He thrust deeper, and at one point he was so far inside me I was sure he might rip me in two, but even through all the strange and new sensations, one feeling remained true—it felt absolutely fantastic to give myself to him like this.
I wanted him in every way, and I loved how he wanted me too.
How he never held back. How he demanded every inch of my body, and then commanded every ounce of my pleasure.
And now as he drove deeper into the darkest part of me, I felt as if my body was an instrument, being played by a virtuoso who knew what notes to hit and when.
He was hitting them all, and he consumed me.
He stroked my throbbing clit until I could feel the crest of an orgasm, that delicious build in my belly and between my legs.
I lowered myself farther, my face hitting the bed now as I cried out my orgasm alert to the sound of the orchestra building toward the towering crescendo.
I shouted his name as the cymbals crashed at the end of the piece, sending me out in a blaze of sensory glory.
My sounds of pleasure mingled with his as he stroked my clit furiously and fucked my ass lovingly, bringing out a shattering orgasm that made me feel as if the very world around me had been blasted apart and then stitched back together on my cries.
It was bliss, it was sweet agony—it was exquisite, soul-shattering fucking.
Even though somewhere in the dark reaches of my mind, the parts that I’d tried to shut down, I hoped that it was love. That even at its dirtiest and basest, it could be love.
The physical didn’t lie. Even this kind of sex with Jack felt like love.
I wished I could get that notion out of my head, but I didn’t want to let go of it either.
I wanted both. I wanted it all. I wanted everything with him.
And I couldn’t deny that I felt the flicker of hope that he wanted it all too.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, too,” he groaned. “Can I come in you?”
“Yes,” I told him, loving that he asked permission before he released himself into a new part of my body.
And I loved that sensation too.
Some point later, after he’d cleaned me with the towel, he drew a warm bath. He carried me to the tub, then washed me all over, dried me and brought me back to bed.
“Thank you,” he murmured as he kissed my neck.
“Thank you?”
“For giving me all of you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. Then he brushed my hair from my ear.
I wished he were whispering in my ear right now. Telling me he felt the same way I did. God, it was so fucking pathetic to want to be loved this badly.
But there was only silence. A silence I wanted to fill with all I felt for him.
I could taste the words I wanted to say. I could feel them take shape on my tongue. They were longing to escape my lips.
I want you to have all of me. I’m in love with you.
I’d tried. I’d tried so hard to put the genie back into the bottle.
I’d worked so hard to treat this only as sex.
But it was impossible. The heart wanted what the heart wanted, and that was him.
All of him for all of me. I swallowed thickly, trying desperately to get rid of that lump in my throat.
But then an errant tear slipped from the corner of my eye, landing on the sheets.
He watched it fall, then kissed my eyelids. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” I said, because it was true.
I wished I could slide Jack back into the slot I’d reserved for him. But I’d fallen in love with a man who didn’t love me back. I had no one to blame but myself.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…