Chapter 15 #2
He fisted a handful of hair in response, using the implement to calm me down as he’d already mentioned.
I was breathless within seconds, my palms still on the counter while I pressed my face against the surface.
Thank God, the small island didn’t have a back, or my face would be smashed against the wall. And I wouldn’t have cared.
The spanking continued for a few seconds but the clamor of the spatula being tossed aside brought a smile. He was something else, his massive hands gripping the outside of my thighs and a portion of my hips.
I moaned as soon as he lifted me off the edge, raking one arm across the counter as I tried to see what he was doing. His tongue answered me seconds later, dipping into my wetness with an agonizing need that used speed and repetition.
His tongue left a hot, aching trail, the anticipation eating me alive. He moved from one leg to the other, ignoring my pussy altogether. I was shocked by the incredible sensations, rocked into a quiet moment as his lips inched ever so close to my pussy.
Yet he was holding back, still tormenting me because of my earlier behavior. I finally closed my eyes, incapable of moving a muscle. Only then did he see my lack of movement as a win, finally darting his tongue against my wetness.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Uh-huh.” That’s the only answer I could provide, the excitement keeping me on a sweet edge and incapable of talking.
He finally slipped his tongue around my clit so lightly I wasn’t certain that was what I felt. He was gentle in his actions, taking his time. No one had ever gone down on me the way he was doing. Slowly. Patiently. Bringing me to a sweet edge then backing off.
This had to be the hottest thing I’d ever done, especially with a man. My eyes were cinched shut as he darted a couple of fingers inside. The way he flexed them open, thrusting in another perfect rhythm almost brought me straight to an orgasm.
Damn if he didn’t pull back again, using the perfect amount of pressure. Panting, my skin and pussy were already ignited into a fire, the spark only growing. Yet seconds later, I realized he was truly trying to drive me into a state of sheer ecstasy.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
“Such an impatient woman. Perhaps you need another spanking.”
“No!” My moan was ragged followed by a short laugh. He continued licking me, sucking on my clit and totally ignoring me.
Seconds passed and I was driven into a sweet, blissful lull.
“You taste so good I don’t want to stop.”
“Please do. I mean, please let me come.” Every inch of me ached, my nipples hard like glass. I knew the moment he pulled his head away and I whimpered, biting my lower lip to keep from pleading once again.
But he wasn’t finished, resuming his feast with a tongue that now lashed my tender tissue. If he thought I could hold on any longer, he was dead wrong. He knew what he was doing, flicking his tongue around my clit while using his fingers to fuck me long and hard.
Finally, an orgasm ripped through me, one so beautiful I jerked up from the counter. There were golden stars in front of my eyes, all flashing by in an endless stream. The tidal wave left me in sheer rapture. Only when I finally dropped my head did he stop moving.
But not for long. I was turned around to face him once again, my butt still on the counter.
I shifted a slow and steady gaze down to his thick cock, marveling in the sight of several beads of pre-cum covering his slit.
One day he would allow me to suck him dry.
The wicked thought brought a giggle and I could tell by the light dilation in his eyes he knew exactly what I was thinking.
This time as he leaned over, I shifted backward on my hands. “Is this what you want?” he asked while pumping his shaft up and down several times.
“Yes. God, yes.”
He yanked one leg around him then the other before driving the tip against my pussy lips.
I gripped his arm, squeezing his muscle as a way of begging him not to tease me any longer. He thrust his dick inside in one movement, long and hard.
My moan from before escalated as his cock filled me completely.
The moment and the feel of him was incredibly arousing. I’d never felt so alive or so full because no man had ever been this big. Not that I was complaining. He slowly threw his head back, his chest rising and falling as he stopped all actions.
Other than his cock throbbing.
When he finally lowered his head, his eyes narrowed. “You are fucking gorgeous. You drive me insane. So insane.”
Laughing, I lifted my hips off the counter, forcing him in even deeper. “Good.”
Maybe my word provided a release because instead of complaining about my lack of patience, his failed completely as he fucked me.
We moved together in a crazy rhythm, the intensity of our desires outweighing everything else. The look in his eyes was completely carnal, a hungry man who would take what he wanted.
I’d never found that attractive before, but with him, everything was spectacular.
Touch.
Taste.
Domination.
And the way he drove me nuts as well.
Maybe we were a match made in heaven. The thought kept me smiling, only changing when he altered my position.
I’d never known I was so limber. When he planted my feet on the edge of the counter, I was reminded how tall and muscular he was.
And how wide open I’d suddenly become. I sensed just how much when he pulled all the way out, growling as he stared at my dripping pussy. I should feel completely embarrassed but around him, I truly felt as beautiful as he’d told me I was.
He was still a complete mystery to me, a man with so much to hide. Maybe that added to how attracted I was to him.
Maybe the not knowing was exactly the way it should be. Anything else could be too much.
“Come for me again,” he commanded, which prevented my mind from spiraling into the darkness from before.
I pushed my knees further down, curling my toes as his actions became even rougher. His grip on my hips was almost painful, just like with the spanking, but with any anguish there’d been pleasure.
There was nothing like the feeling of floating on cloud nine. I was incapable of moving or uttering a word.
But my body wasn’t immune to his rough touches and within seconds, another climax slammed into me. More intense than the one before. I couldn’t speak or see anything, the fog in front of my eyes was so thick.
Of course, he was enjoying every moment of driving me crazy. His smile said so. But I could see strain on his face, even through the stubble covering his chiseled jaw. He was doing his best to keep from erupting deep inside, which was why I did my best to force it to happen.
All I had to do was squeeze my muscles and there was no way he could ignore the pressure or the little bit of control I stole from him.
Even if I’d pay for my naughtiness later.
I didn’t mind, not when I could tell he was finally letting go, even more so than before.
With our breathing labored, he drove into me like a primal beast and I met every brutal thrust with one of my own. Until we were left breathless and sweaty.
And still in desperate need.
Just as I couldn’t hold on any longer, responding with a wild orgasm that gripped my body in waves of pleasure, he finally let go.
The moment was breathtaking, leaving us both panting, my vision clouded.
When he gently fell on top of me, our bodies slickened by sweat, I had a terrible feeling he’d think this was a mistake.
Maybe it was, but right now, I wasn’t about to worry about errors made.
I’d followed my instinct and it was never wrong.