58. Wynter
Wynter
G od, watching Bas jerking off was so erotic that I forgot about the beginnings of my nightmare. His guttural noise as his fingers pumped up and down made my pussy ache. My heart thundered in my chest and fire burned in my veins.
I took one step. Then another. No protest left his lips, so I closed the distance to his bed and climbed onto it.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hand wrapped around his big, thick cock. The faint sounds of the song I recognized came from somewhere else in the house. The song “Ashes” by Madi Diaz whispered words that I could feel in my soul.
He started pumping his cock again, up and down, his soft grunts mixing with the tunes of the song, making it forever deliciously filthy.
The haze in the air thickened; it burned with each inhale. I lifted my gaze up to his face to find his hooded gaze burning with desire and on me. My tongue swept over my lip and a whimper bubbled in my throat.
My skin burned, my heart raced and my breathing was choppy like I just skated a ten minute program at high speed.
The tip of his cock glistened with cum, tempting me with its taste. I remembered how good he tasted.
My hand reached out to his hard cock, wrapping my fingers around his strong ones.
“Fuck, principessa.” His voice was tortured, the tension streaming off his body.
“Let me,” I rasped.
He removed his hand too eagerly. The moment my hand touched the skin of his shaft, a loud groan echoed through his bedroom and straight to my core. It didn’t matter that he just gave me an orgasm mere hours earlier. I wanted him again.
I started pumping his smooth, hard length, up and down, while he watched me through half-closed lids. He looked so strong and vulnerable at the same time, his muscled body a sight to behold.
“Bas,” I whispered, swallowing hard. I craved him so much, it was an ache I felt everywhere. “Can I taste you?”
Both his hands grabbed my waist and he lifted me on top of him. My knees spread, straddling his strong thighs. My pussy was so close to his cock I could feel his heat and a throbbing ache pulsed between my legs.
But this was for him. He gave me pleasure and now I wanted to give him his.
I lowered down his body and licked his shaft from base to tip, my eyes on him. He sucked in a strained breath and his eyes grew hazy. A shiver ghosted down my spine, and I moaned with his cock in my mouth.
His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, his eyes watching me with a half-lidded gaze. I ran my tongue around his head and sucked him in and out of my mouth.
“Take all of it,” he said harshly, tension vibrating through every cell of his body. Even more disturbing was the way my body responded to his bossy tone. Wetness pooled between my legs and my pussy throbbed.
This was only the second blowjob I’d ever given, but this one felt different from the first one. It was more desperate, his thrusting into my mouth jerky, like he was teetering on the edge.
I took all of him in my mouth, my breasts rubbing against his thighs and causing friction over my thin top.
He moved my head up and down, controlling the rhythm. He thrust deep, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes fluttered shut, moaning with need.
He tasted salty and so fucking addictive.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly and a shudder passed through my body as my gaze flicked to him.
“Mine,” he muttered.
I hummed my approval, squeezing my thighs together to ease the ache. While still gripping my curls with one hand, his other caressed my cheek like I was his everything. Just like he did all those months ago.
Raw emotions flickered in my chest, and I feared he could see my love for him shining in my eyes. He continued fucking my mouth and I let him. Because he was my everything.
His groans rumbled through his chest, our gazes locked as he kept thrusting in and out. Deeper and harder, and his groan turned into a hoarse sound as he spilled into my mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips, never breaking our eye contact.
I sat back on my heels, still straddling him. Bas’ chest rose up and down, his harsh breathing filling the silence between us and darkness pooled like whiskey in his gaze.
Then without a word, he pulled up his boxers. Then he tugged me flat on his bare torso and his hands wrapped around my waist. I pressed my cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
It was the first time in over nine months I slept without nightmares plaguing my dreams.