Chapter Twenty-Four #2
I stripped off my shirt, watching her eyes widen as they always did at the sight of my rippling torso.
Her small hands reached up to trace the intricate ridges, her touch feather-light and maddening.
Her delicate fingers on my muscled chest were a visual reminder of how carefully I needed to handle her.
“You’re… beautiful,” she murmured shyly, and I almost laughed at the irony—my sweet Sierra calling me beautiful when she was the most exquisite thing I'd ever seen.
I captured her hands, pinning them gently above her head as I lowered myself to taste her nipples.
She writhed beneath me as I sucked one into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before moving to give the other the same attention.
Her back arched off the couch, pressing her breast more firmly against my mouth, silently begging for more.
“Connor,” she gasped, her hips lifting to seek friction against mine.
“Hmm, sweet girl?” I teased, releasing her hands to trail my fingers down her stomach to the waistband of her leggings. She trembled under my touch, her body filled with anticipation.
“Talk to me.”
“Touch,” she whined, her inhibitions melting away under my ministrations and champagne. “I need you to touch me.”
I slid my hand beneath her leggings and panties, groaning when I felt how wet she already was for me. Her pussy was slick with arousal, her folds swollen and hot against my fingers.
“Fuck, Sierra. So wet already. All for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered as I circled her clit with my thumb. I worked her leggings and panties down her legs, tossing them aside before settling between her thighs.
The sight of her spread out before me, completely naked and trembling with desire, her pussy glistening, made my mouth water.
“I want to taste you,” I told her, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. Her skin was impossibly soft there, like velvet against my lips. “And I want you to taste me too. Would you like that?”
Her eyes widened, a mixture of nervousness and excitement crossing her features. “That’s?—”
“I know,” I soothed, stroking her thigh reassuringly. The skin there was soft and pliant. “I'll guide you. And if you're uncomfortable, you can just use your hand. Whatever feels good for you.”
She nodded, trust evident in her eyes. “Okay. Yes.” Her voice was a needy moan.
I repositioned us both, lifting her and turning her so we were in the perfect position. Her above me, her sweet pussy inches from my face, while my cock strained against my pants near her head.
“Just relax,” I instructed, helping her find a comfortable position. “Let me make you feel good first.”
I didn't wait for a response before licking up her slit, my tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy. She cried out, her body jerking at the intense sensation. Her addictive taste drowned my senses like nothing else in the world. I groaned against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp.
“That's it,” I encouraged between licks. "Just feel it, sweet girl. Let go for me.”
I devoured her, licking deep strokes from her entrance to her clit before focusing on her little bundle of nerves. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head, her petite body quivering with each pass of my tongue .
Her taste was intoxicating, better than any champagne or drug. I could spend hours with my face buried between her legs, drinking in her essence.
As I worked her with my mouth, I felt her tentative touch on my abdomen, her small hands exploring the ridges of muscle there before moving lower to the waistband of my pants.
“You can take them off,” I told her, pausing briefly in my ministrations. “Or I can.”
“I want to.”
Her voice was stronger now. I lifted my hips to help as she fumbled with the button and zipper, freeing my thick cock from the confines of my pants and boxers. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she saw me fully erect again.
“You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with,” I reminded her, resuming my attention to her pussy, sliding a finger inside her as I sucked gently on her clit.
Her inner walls clenched around the digit, hot and tight.
The thought of how she would feel around my cock made me twitch in front of her.
She moaned, distracted by the pleasure I was giving her, but I felt her small hand wrap around my shaft, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as she began to stroke.
“That's perfect,” I praised, my voice rough with desire. “Just like that, Sierra.”
Her movements grew more assured as she found a rhythm, her hand gliding up and down my length., A guttural groan rose from my throat when I felt the warmth of her tongue lick the tip of my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her gasp. The sight of her mouth stretched around even just the tip of me was almost too much to bear. I could barely fucking hold back the last time she had my cock in her mouth.
“Just like that, Sierra. Such a good girl.”
Encouraged by my reaction, she grew bolder, taking the tip into her mouth while her hand continued to work the shaft.
The sight of her, this innocent, perfect girl, pleasuring me while I devoured her was intoxicating.
Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue soft and curious as it explored the sensitive head of my cock.
I increased my pace, determined to make her come before I lost control.
I carefully added a second finger and pumped it in and out of her tight pussy while my tongue flicked over her clit, driving her higher and higher.
I curled my fingers upward, searching for her G-spot that would drive her insane.
“I—,” she panted, momentarily releasing my cock. “I'm close. I'm so close.”
“Come for me, sweet girl,” I ordered, curling my fingers to hear her pretty cries increase in pitch. “Let go. I've got you.”
Her thighs began to tremble on either side of my head, her back arching as she approached her peak.
I held her firmly in place, not letting up for a second as she writhed above me, her cries of pleasure the sweetest music I'd ever heard.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers, her juices flowing freely onto my tongue. I lapped them up greedily.
As she came down from her high, I gently turned her around, cradling her against my chest as she caught her breath. Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed with pleasure, her small body limp with satisfaction.
“You're perfect,” I told her, brushing damp hair from her forehead. Her skin was dewy with sweat, her lips swollen from our kisses. “So fucking perfect, Sierra.”
She smiled up at me, that smile that made my chest ache with emotions I couldn't name. “That was... good.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re always amazing.”
Her hand found my still-hard cock, wrapping around it with newfound confidence. “But you didn't?—”
“We've got all night,” I assured her, though my body ached for release. But the sight of her satisfied and glowing was enough for now. “And dinner will be here soon."
“Please,” Sierra whispered, her eyes wide and earnest as she looked up at me. The flush on her cheeks had deepened, spreading down her neck to her chest.
“I want to make you feel good, too. Show me how.”
The pleading in her voice sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. She was so eager to please me, and it made everything in me burn with desire for her.
Sierra’s small hand had already wrapped around my shaft, but her movements were tentative, unsure.
“Are you sure?” I asked, brushing my thumb across her flushed cheek. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my finger.
She nodded, her determination clear despite her obvious nervousness. “I'm sure. I want to learn what you like. What makes you feel good.”
“Come here,” I breathed, repositioning us both so she was nestled on my lap, her back against my chest. Her naked body pressed against mine sent electricity through my veins. Her petite frame fit perfectly against me, her head tucked just beneath my chin.
She balanced on one of my thighs, facing my leaking cock. I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her securely against me while my other hand covered hers on my cock.
“Like this,” I instructed against her ear, guiding her small hand in long, firm strokes from base to tip. Her fingers were slender compared to mine, but the contrast of her delicate touch against my hardness was driving me crazy.
The visual alone was enough to have me ready to come—her fingers, guided by my larger hand, working together to please me.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice breathless as she followed my lead. I could feel nervous movements, but her excitement was clear.
“Perfect,” I groaned, tightening my grip slightly to show her the pressure I needed. "Just like that, sweet girl. Grip a little tighter at the base, and then up as you reach the tip.”
She was a quick learner, adjusting her grip and pace as I guided her, her body warm against mine. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her addictive scent as pleasure built at the base of my spine .
The soft skin of her neck was irresistible as I placed wet kisses along the column of her throat, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the sweetness that was all hers.
“Faster,” I instructed, my voice rough with need. She complied immediately, her movements becoming more confident with each stroke. The friction was exquisite, her small hand creating the perfect pressure as it glided up and down my length beneath my own.
“I like making you feel good," she whispered, turning her head to press a kiss to my throat.
“Keep going,” I managed, my control slipping as her hand worked me perfectly. My hips began to thrust upwards involuntarily, meeting her strokes with increasing urgency.
“Fuck, Sierra, I'm close.”
Her eyes were wide with fascination as she watched what her hand was doing to me, her innocent curiosity making the moment even more intense.
The way she studied my reactions, adjusting her technique based on my groans and the tightening of my muscles, showed a level of attentiveness that drove me wild. I was coming undone beneath her touch, and she was witnessing every second of it.
“Connor,” she breathed, her voice filled with wonder as she watched a bead of pre-cum form at the tip. Without prompting, she swiped her thumb over it, using the wetness to ease her strokes.
“I like seeing you like this.”
Those words, combined with her small hand working my cock, pushed me over the edge. I groaned her name as I came, my release intense and overwhelming after the buildup of the evening.
Hot spurts of cum shot over her hand and onto my stomach, each pulse accompanied by a deep sound I couldn't have suppressed if I tried. My entire body tensed, then shuddered with the force of my orgasm, my arm tightening around her waist as if she might disappear if I let go.
She continued stroking me through the aftershocks, her movements gentle and intuitive, slowing gradually as the sensitivity became too much. Finally, I recovered her hand with mine, stilling her movements as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through me.
“Was that okay?” she asked, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes. The sight of my cum on her pristine skin again sent another jolt of possessive pleasure through me.
I laughed softly, pulling her up for a deep, thorough kiss. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her completely as my hand cupped the back of her head.
When I finally pulled away, we were both breathless.
“More than okay. You're a natural,” I praised against her lips. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
The pride that bloomed across her face was almost as satisfying as the orgasm had been.
I reached for tissues from the side table, cleaning us both up with gentle care, paying special attention to her hands.
Once I'd wiped away all traces of my release, I brought her fingers to my lips, pressing a kiss to each one in silent gratitude.
“Now we're both satisfied,” she said with a small, pleased smile, her eyes bright with accomplishment.
“For now,” I promised, nipping gently at her earlobe. The soft flesh between my teeth made her shiver against me. “The night's still young, and I'm far from done with you.”
With impeccable timing, a knock sounded at the door, announcing the arrival of our dinner. Sierra's eyes widened in alarm, and she scrambled to cover herself, suddenly remembering our state of undress.
“Relax, sweet girl,” I chuckled, reaching for the plush hotel robe hanging nearby and wrapping it around her frame. The white terry cloth engulfed her, making her look even more precious.
“I’d never let anyone see you like this.”
She nodded gratefully, clutching the robe closed as she hurried to the bathroom. I swiped a hand through my sweaty hair before pulling on my pants and answering the door. A shirt wasn’t necessary.
The server wheeled in our dinner, setting it up on the small dining table by the window. I tipped him generously again, eager to have him gone so I could return to Sierra.
As the door closed behind him, I heard the bathroom door open. Sierra emerged, looking adorably rumpled in the oversized hotel robe, her hair in wild tangles and lips still swollen from our activities.
The robe’s tie dragged on the floor behind her; the sleeves were rolled up. She looked so innocent and sweet, yet the knowledge of what we'd just done, what her sweet hand had been doing minutes ago, was anything but innocent.
“Sweet girl,” I called, gesturing to the steaming dishes. “Your ravioli is here.”
She nodded, coming over to join me at the table, eyeing the dishes with interest.
I pulled out her chair for her, kissing the top of her head as she sat. Her scent filled my nostrils, lavender and sex. “Eat up. You'll need your strength for what I have planned for the rest of the night.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks was more delicious than the food in front of us.