28. Stefi
28
STEFI
I come all over his face.
I thought it was hot when he fucked me with the hilt of my knife. And I thought I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
But that orgasm was wrenched out of me. As hot as it was, there is something so much more intimate about making love in this farmhouse, in the darkness, lit only by the flickering embers of the fire.
It’s just Joao and me here. No props, no games. None of that is necessary.
He continues to lick me through every last tremor. It’s only when I start to push him away does he lift up his head. “Had enough?” he asks, his gaze hungry.
Never. “ Not even close,” I reply, reaching for him. “Come here.”
He obliges, lying next to me and pulling me close, the heat of his skin warming my body. His mouth falls on mine again, devouring my lips, and even though I just came, a fresh burst of heat ignites in my core.
I run my hands greedily over him, skating over his defined abs and down to his hard cock. I squeeze it gently, and he groans. “Stef,” he says. “I’ve been half erect for the last six or seven hours. You are killing me here.”
I smile in the dark. “So you don’t want me to do this?” I skate my thumb over his engorged head, and he growls deep in his throat.
“Tease,” he says, pushing me on my back. As raw and ragged as the movement is, he still remembers to be careful with my ankle. Better than me. I’ve totally forgotten about the pain, distracted by the intense pleasure swirling through my bloodstream. “I’m going to fuck you now, Stefi.”
I thought he’d never ask. “Yes, please.”
He positions himself between my legs and slides inside, slowly, so slowly. His thick length enters me inch by excruciating inch. Sweat breaks out on my skin as my muscles adjust to his girth. “You’re so tight,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushes inside.
I wrap my uninjured leg around his hip and pull him closer. The burning stretch is intense, and it’s just fanning the flames of my arousal. “More,” I whisper. “Harder.”
He thrusts the rest of the way inside.
Oh. My. God. My nails dig into his back as an intense, overwhelming, tidal wave of pleasure washes over me. “Please,” I sob. He’s inside me, hard and hot and perfect. My muscles grip him tight and refuse to let go. Blood pounds in my head, and aching need claws through me. I need. . .
He thrusts into me again. His strokes are deep yet unhurried. He pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts, and his mouth finds mine again. He draws back to look at me, his gaze possessive and a little bit predatory. “Look at you,” he says. “Naked. Wet. Hot and desperate. All for me.”
A shiver races down my spine.
“Isn’t that right, little fox?”
“Yes,” I whimper. He’s playing my body like an instrument, and I love every minute of it.
“That’s right.” He strokes my clit with his thumb, and I clench around him. “Every whimper, every moan, every sigh, every quiver. It’s all for me.”
The note of possessiveness in his voice sends another wave of heat through me. He thrusts deep, his eyes on my face. Again and again, he pounds into me. I lock my leg around his hips and raise mine to meet each of his thrusts.
I’m going to come again. “Joao,” I moan, feeling feverish, delirious. I’m right there, right at the edge all over again, my swollen clit so sensitive from my earlier orgasm that if he so much as breathes on it, I will lose control. “Joao?—”
“Stefi,” he growls, slamming into me. “Oh fuck, yes.”
I arch my back, silently urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. His pace picks up, his face contorted with arousal. His fingers dig into my hips, and then he explodes. His cock jerks inside me, and he comes hard, his release setting mine off. My muscles tighten, and I shatter, every nerve in my body exploding with pleasure.
We lie next to each other in the dark. We just made love. This feels momentous; at least, it does for me. We should probably discuss what it means, but I wasn’t lying when I said that sex would help me to relax. I barely have time to snuggle against Joao, and then I’m asleep.