14. Chapter 14 #2
She sounded scandalized, but she watched eagerly as he moved to the head of the bed and arranged himself so that he was sitting back against the pillows.
When he motioned for her to join him, she moved slowly, unsure of herself.
He had a need to watch her take him. As soon as she got close enough, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her over him.
Her legs fell on either side of his and he drew her higher until her breasts were at his mouth and he grasped handfuls of her buttocks to keep her there.
Christ, this is what he’d been needing for months. Her cunt around his cock, her breast in his mouth, and her voice crying out as he fucked her until neither of them could see straight.
“Feed me your breasts,” he whispered, mesmerized by them. They were large and ripe, their nipples distended with her need for him.
And she was such an eager lover. She was helpless to do anything but what he asked.
It was as if his desire for her was like a drug that seeped through her limbs and made them pliable and soft and willing to do his bidding.
She took hold of her breast and put her nipple to his lips.
He drew it deeply inside the moment she did, drawing a cry from her.
She rocked against him in her pleasure, rubbing her cunt against his length caught between them.
She was soaking wet, both from her need and his come.
“Christ, Jenny,” he murmured.
He let her go with a pop and she quickly fed him her other breast without being asked.
She was so very eager to please despite not being very experienced.
Or maybe she’d simply been made for him, instinctively knowing how best to please him.
As he suckled at her, his fingers slipped into the crease of her bottom.
He grazed over the puckered hole there and lamented the fact that he’d not be able to have her like that tonight.
He moved on, and she cried out again when his fingers found her.
“You’re ready,” he groaned, unwilling to relinquish her breast.
“Yes,” she gasped as his fingertips trailed over her swollen nub. Her hips bucked.
“Take me inside. Ride me,” he urged .
She reached between them and grasped his cock. His hands went back to her buttocks, where he spread her wide and helped lift her. She glanced down and hesitated, no doubt shaken by the sight of the piercing.
“Go slowly,” he whispered in encouragement. “It won’t hurt, just like it didn’t last time.”
She nodded, trusting and needy, and notched the head inside her. Taking hold of his shoulders, she gently worked her way down in one slow glorious slide. She was nearly seated completely when he bucked upward, surprising her with a jolt of pleasure.
Her gaze darted to him and then she laughed.
He laughed, too, though he had no idea why they were laughing.
It simply felt good and right. She gave another little testing roll of her hips and he jolted upward again.
This time the pleasure was so intense, stars exploded behind his eyes.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to last very long.
Again. He was known for his stamina, but with Jenny it was all he could do to make certain she came first before losing himself.
He teased a nipple again and she gasped. “I love how sensitive you are there.”
She made a soft mew in the back of her throat and rocked her hips.
“We can get them pierced if you want,” he said.
“What?” She stopped and stared at him in shock.
“Your nipples.” He kissed each one gently. “We can pierce them and attach a little chain that runs between them.”
She glanced from one nipple to the other and then back at him as if she couldn’t fathom it. “Ladies do that?”
“More than you’d think.” He grinned. “You can tug the chain and give yourself a nice little jolt.” He bumped his hips against her to emphasize his point .
“I don’t know if I could.” But she was smiling and he could tell she was intrigued.
Maybe she’d be so intrigued, she’d give them another night in the near future.
“We can discuss it later.” He rolled his hips, urging her to continue the delightful pace she’d started before he interrupted.
She needed very little prompting. He took her by the hips and helped her find her rhythm, urging her into a fast grind. She wasn’t going to last very long. He could hear her breathing and the soft little catches in her throat that he was already coming to recognize signaled her orgasm.
“That’s right, love. Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself come for me,” he murmured, having also realized that she liked it when he talked to her.
She cried out and closed her eyes, her hands tight on his shoulders.
She leaned forward to get a different angle, her hand tangling in his hair almost painfully as she held his head to her chest. He could tell she was fighting against the pleasure.
That wouldn’t do. As soon as her hips slowed, he made up for the lack of friction and thrust his hips upward.
It wasn’t hard because of his position but it was enough.
The wave she’d been holding back crested over her. She whimpered and cried out.
His voice was there with her the entire time, urging her on and then talking her down when she was on the other side.
He told her how pleased he was with her, how beautiful she was, how good she’d been for him.
When she collapsed in a heap against his chest, he gently rolled them to the side.
Instead of holding her, he took a pillow and placed it next to her.
Once it was in place, he rolled her over until she was on her stomach and the pillow was beneath her hips .
He leaned over her, his mouth at her ear as he said, “I want to take you like this.” His fingers found her, playing with her clitoris, which was still swollen and aching. Bloody hell, he could play with her all night and never get tired.
By now, she knew he was asking her. “Yes,” she whispered.
He kissed her below her ear and then her back before he rose over her.
His cock pressed against her opening and he closed his eyes as ecstasy chased up his spine when he pushed inside.
She felt perfect. Tight and wet and hot.
Christ, how could this feel so deliciously good when he’d come less than an hour ago?
He knew the answer. It was because this was Jenny, because she could make him feel good without even trying.
He went slowly, giving her time to adjust to the new position. He watched the sight of his cock thrusting in and out in short, teasing strokes. “I wish you could see this,” he whispered. “How beautiful you are when you take me so well.”
She wiggled her hips to get him to go deeper.
The gold piercing slid right across her sensitive nerve endings and she couldn’t keep herself from whimpering.
He grinned, loving how she needed him. Finally, he pressed forward to end the misery for both of them.
When he was finally seated deep inside her, his bollocks pressed against her sex, he paused to catch his breath.
“Is this good?” he whispered. He gave a tiny little thrust, a test to see how it felt for her.
“Yes,” she gasped, clenching the sheet in her fists. “It’s so good, David.”
He made a growl of approval and pulled his hips back until he was almost all the way out, only to drive back into her so hard she slid an inch on the bed. “Good?” He wanted to take her hard.
“Please, yes…”
It was all the permission he needed. He drove into her over and over at a near brutal pace, but she couldn’t seem to get enough.
He wanted to make her come again, but his rhythm wasn’t steady.
It was shaky and coarse, like his breath.
She was making him lose control and it was the most intoxicating thing David had ever experienced.
When he felt the first tingle that indicated he was about to come, he reached around and pinched her clitoris.
Hard. It was all she needed to send her tumbling over the edge.
She screamed into the mattress. He roared in satisfaction and took her even harder somehow, until a moment later he cried out and his thrusts were scattered and uneven.
Then he fell over her, his hands holding her tight as he pumped against her until she’d drained him of every last drop.
When the world righted itself later, he slid to the side and pulled her back into his arms. He absently kissed her hair, her jaw, and her neck. As he did, he whispered soft praise and approval, and then he closed his eyes to savor her.
He didn’t know how he’d go back to anything but her after this.