Chapter 19 #4
She pulls back, and I can see in her eyes that it wasn’t lost on her. She’s enjoying teasing me just as much as I was her a moment ago.
“I want you to own me, Zander,” she says, and her voice is so sure that it cracks through my last shred of self-control.
Our lips come together so hard that it’s almost violent, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she pushes back into me just as much as I do into her. I’m not sure who moves first, but I couldn’t care less. The end result is the same; I intend to devour her before the night ends.
We kiss for long enough that our breathing becomes labored, and then we kiss some more. I want to touch her, explore her, make her scream and moan my name, but I can do that later. I feel no need to rush for this to be over.
In fact, I intend to make this last as long as I can.
Eventually, she pulls back, letting her head drop to the bed, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tries to get her breathing under control. I know because I’m doing the same, but I don’t want her to be in control. I want to make her feel. I want her to let go for me.
I dip my head down, level with her chest, before I latch onto one of her nipples.
I’ve wanted to do this from the first time I saw her naked body on display for me.
Her reaction only makes it better as she pulls in a stuttered breath, causing the pull of her nipple to be just slightly more than it was before.
Judging by the sounds she’s making, I don’t think she minds.
I roll her other nipple between my fingers for a moment before I switch. I want to taste every bit of her. I could spend all night giving attention to her tits alone, watching her squirm beneath me, but I know she wants more, and I want to give it to her.
With great effort, I release her nipple with a pop. I pull back slightly to look up at her, but her eyes are closed, her face screwed up in a look of pleasure that only adds to my need to keep tasting her.
I drop my lips to the top of her stomach. Licking, biting, and kissing a path farther down until I reach her hip, letting my teeth graze over the thin skin that hides her still very prominent hip bones.
I feel a tingle of anger creep in at the fact that she’s so malnourished.
Even if she’s looking better, the damage is still there.
She gives a jerk in surprise from my teeth, and it brings me back.
I push that anger away for later with my ever-growing list. Right now, I just want to enjoy this, enjoy her.
I slowly pull back until our skin is no longer touching, but I don’t go far. I hover over her, keeping my eyes on her face, waiting for her to look at me.
It only takes a moment before her head pops up enough for our eyes to meet. I see the question in her eyes as I hover just above her upper thigh. What I don’t see is hesitation or regret. Without looking away, I lower my lips to her inner thigh, dropping a feather-light kiss on her sensitive skin.
Goosebumps break out over her skin at the soft contact. I look away, but I can feel her eyes on me. I trade my lips for my tongue as I move up her thigh to the place where they meet.
I force myself to go slow. The need to devour her is so strong already, and every shaky breath and broken gasp only pushes me to go faster, but I resist.
I smell her arousal even before I reach her pussy. It mixes with her pomegranate smell in the most intoxicating way, putting me closer to the edge.
She makes me feel feral in a way only blood and violence have ever made me feel before, but I remind myself this isn’t about me.
Her pussy’s shaved clean, and while I don’t have a preference one way or the other, I can’t deny that having her laid out like this isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She looks delicious, and I feel like a man starved.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing hold of her thighs, pulling her to the edge, and pushing her legs open wider. She doesn’t resist, but the squeak of surprise lets me know she wasn’t expecting it.
That’s fine. I’m sure in the world of purchased sex, not many people worry about the pleasure of the person they are with, only their own selfish wants.
Never again.
Jade will never be used for only someone else's gain like that. I’ll make sure of it. I’m happy to show her just how much pleasure she can get when she lets me worship her.
I hesitate for only a moment before I can’t make myself wait any longer. I wanted to draw this out, but sitting here now, I know that’s beyond my abilities. Not when she’s laid out for me like this. Ready, willing, and dripping for me.
Her flavor explodes in my mouth as I press my tongue to her heat, and fuck me, she's even more delicious than I could have imagined. I flatten my tongue and lick from her core to her clit before I take that sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth with gentle suction.
Her back arches off the bed, but I throw my arm over her waist to keep her in place. I can’t have her moving away from me. I release her clit and rub my tongue over it once again in a soothing motion.
Her skin is hot below my arm. I can feel the thin sheen of sweat that covers her body as I drive her closer to the edge.
I know she won’t last long. I can feel the shake in her legs already, and I’ve barely even begun.
That’s fine, though. We can do this as often as she likes until I know just how to play with her body and make her fall to pieces in every way.
She might be a mess right now, but I have a feeling it has more to do with our teasing and the fact that, I would bet money, nobody’s ever done this for her.
I want to know everything about her so I don’t push her too fast, but for now, this is enough.
Hell, this is everything.
With the arm not holding her in place, I move my hand up her leg, barely skimming over her skin as I continue my slow, torturous licking.
The additional stimulation pulls my name from her mouth in a strangled cry.
I swear to fuck, I almost lose it with the way my name sounds coming from her lips, knowing I’m doing this to her.
Like a fucking teenager who can’t help himself, I grind my hips against the bed for friction.
I couldn’t care less if I come in my pants or not at this point.
All anyone would have to do is see her like I do right now, and they’d be in the same situation.
She’s a fucking wet dream.
My hand reaches the top of her thigh, but I don’t stop until my fingers press against her pussy. I pull back, pushing my fingers up through her slick heat until I feel her clit. With more pressure than I used with my tongue, I begin to rub circles at a punishing pace.
She strains against my hold so hard that she almost gets free before I press her back down to where I want her.
I glance up to ensure her thrashing is from overstimulation of her clit and not a desire for me to stop, and what I find makes my breath catch.
Jade’s laid out on the bed, one hand fisted in her hair, the other in her mouth as she bites down on it. She looks wrecked, and I love it, but I don’t love that she’s keeping quiet on purpose.
“Doll.” My voice is deeper than usual, dripping with need but not very loud. I wonder if she’ll even hear me with how lost she is at the moment.
She doesn’t respond, and I open my mouth to call for her again, but before I can, her eyes snap open and find mine.
She may look wrecked overall, but her eyes are clear, and I can see vulnerability shine back in them. She’s putting trust in me right now, trust that she’s probably never put in anyone else, and seeing her look at me like that makes me swell with pride, and no, not just my dick.
She stares back at me, and I realize she’s waiting to see what I want.
“Take your hand out of your mouth.” I nod to her fist that she’s biting down on with so much ferocity I’m surprised she hasn’t drawn blood.
Not that I would complain if that were her goal. No, I’m always down for a bit of blood, but somehow, I don’t feel she’s trying for that as much as she’s trying to stay quiet, and that’s one of the furthest things from what I want right now.
“I want to hear you,” I tell her. Her brows dip in confusion, but slowly, she listens, pulling her hand from her mouth.
I can’t help but smile at her obedience. I press my fingers down on her clit as a reward, and her hips buck, slamming against my arm, but this time, she isn’t going anywhere.
To my surprise, she keeps her eyes locked on mine.
I watch her fight against the urge to close them as I flood her body with pleasure.
Running my finger down from her clit to her opening, I gently press into her.
I know she’s not a virgin. She’s made that no secret, but that doesn’t mean I need to be rough and risk hurting her.
Slowly enough to torture both of us, I press my finger into her warm heat. She’s so fucking wet that I’m not met with resistance. Once my finger is entirely inside of her, I stop. I tell myself I’m trying to give her time to adjust should she need it, but that might be a lie.
I watch her as I remain completely still inside of her. I can see the frustration build on her face even before she opens her mouth, but I stay still.
“Zan-” My name is cut short by the strangled gasp that leaves her mouth as I pull back quickly before pressing back into her with another finger, in, out, over and over.
Her eyes flutter, but despite that, she doesn’t look away. Somewhere along the way this has become a challenge. I'm not doing my job if she can keep her focus on me.
When I push back into her, I curl my fingers up instead of pulling back out, and that does it. Her eyes screw shut as I find that spot inside her that I know will have her falling over the edge.
Just a little bit more.
“Come for me, Jade.” My words come out rough and demanding.