Chapter 11 #2
My head is filled with the power of the female voice, the piano, building strings reflecting the mounting tension in my muscles.
His mouth. Salt. The sea. He’s taking over my mind, my body, my pounding heart, my pulsing thighs. My fists clench, my hips push into him and I bite down on his lip.
‘The sea.’ It’s not an answer. I can’t think of the answer.
His mouth leaves mine. His torso lifts from my chest. Despair kicks my brain back into action.
‘Oyster. Oyster.’
‘Good girl.’
He lifts my leaden head by the nape of my neck.
My mouth automatically opens and takes the saltiness, the oyster sliding down my throat, the ice-cold wetness soothing my dry skin.
I know what comes next. I push my shoulders into the mattress, my spine arching in anticipation.
My panting breaths return, my hips thrust up to meet his shaft.
He waits, the seconds torturing my frenzied mind.
Then his tongue makes a delicious sweep of my top lip and drops into my mouth. I dig my fingernails into the skin of my palms as he grinds against me on a low, rumbling growl.
‘Gregory, take me.’ I don’t recognise my voice. Hoarse. Sex-filled. Shameless.
‘Not yet. I’m savouring every move you make, every pant, every thrust. This bursting in your chest.’ He places his hot palm against my heart. I can feel it thudding against him. His touch, his scent, pushing me to euphoria. ‘Last one.’
I wait, drowning in expectation. My body on fire, writhing beneath him, begging for him to quench my yearning.
The frozen cube stings my flesh.
‘Ice.’ My word is barely audible, obscured by short, desperate breaths.
I open my mouth, expecting to taste him but he slides the ice down my chin, in a line down my neck and onto my chest. He draws a circle around my full breast, then lets the ice bite my hard nipple.
He trails the cube down my abdomen, my body moving in waves beneath him.
I’m contracting between my legs in the knowledge that he’s working his way down.
My orgasm is near, my entrance painfully aware of its emptiness.
He reaches my navel with the ice melting against my burning skin, his lips getting closer to my flesh as the cube diminishes. My hips gyrate without rhythm and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. He continues to move the cube but not down; he draws to the side, caressing my thigh.
‘Gregory, I need you. Let me have you.’
The ice changes direction, working back up my thigh, onto my stomach.
He brings it to rest on my belly button and I feel a drop of ice water lick my skin as it falls to my hip.
Then he parts my labia with his fingers and attacks my raging bud with his mouth.
I cry out in shock and delight. I’ve waited too long.
‘So wet.’ I feel his words on my centre.
‘Gregory. Take me now.’ I’m brazen and I don’t care. He’s taken everything I have, built me to the point of explosion, and now I need to let go.
‘You win, baby.’ His voice is carnal.
He kneels between my thighs and lifts my leg, kissing every inch, throwing my head further into a cloud of lust when he reaches the inside of my thigh.
My mind is flashing bright colours. I think I’m going to black out.
His tongue strokes me, one delectable line up my centre.
Then those sweet kisses are back, his lips falling in a line up my navel, my stomach.
He draws a circle around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
The muscles of my vulva start clenching.
I’m there and this is going to happen with or without him inside me.
‘I love seeing you like this. You’re such a fucking turn-on,’ he growls.
He pulls my bottom lip hard between his teeth then absorbs my gasp of painful pleasure.
Kneeling up, he lifts my hips, my back bowing towards him. He pulls a hand down my sternum, my stomach, then returns it to my back and smashes into me on a mind-blowing, punishing drive that makes me scream.
‘Fuck, Scarlett, you feel fucking amazing!’
This is the last assault on my senses I can take.
He moves in controlled, deep circles, holding my hips so he’s pushed as far inside me as physically possible.
My hips lift to meet each roll of his. His exquisite rhythm never falters as the weight of him, the sensation of him filling me takes me the final inch to the orgasm that’s going to overpower my entire body.
Oh, Jesus! My hands are in my hair, pulling my roots as my head shakes from side to side. ‘Gregory! Harder!’
He drives into me ruthlessly until I can feel him throbbing inside me. He’s ready.
‘Come for me, baby; let me feel you.’
I lose all control as my orgasm overpowers me. Every drop of need and desire bursts from within me, hitting me in ferocious waves, washing me up in another world. His hips buck ruthlessly, his shaft pulsing as his climax hits on a round of expletives.
My body flops, completely satisfied and utterly spent. He swirls his hips slowly until he stops contracting, then drops to his back, rolling me on top of him. I take off my blindfold and watch my truly mesmerising man, sweating and panting beneath me.
‘I accept your apology.’
‘That’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.’ He strokes my damp hair from my face and wraps his arms around me, pulling my face into his neck.
I bury the urge to tell him I love him. My heart is just not strong enough to hear that the feeling is one-sided.
Instead, I place my hand over his chest and hope that inside, he feels the way his actions suggest. He pulls me tighter into him and strokes lines up and down my back with his fingertips.
‘Aurora.’ He speaks with just a whisper in my ear but that whisper is all I need to hear. It’s his own way of letting me know he cares.
I close my eyes and drown in utter contentedness, breathing him in, feeling his soft touch on my skin.
Then I panic. This could end any time now with one knock on the door, one phone call, one police car.