Chapter 22 #2
One of my hands slides down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pull her closer, my thigh sliding between her legs, pressing against the heat of her core.
She gasps into my mouth, her body arching against me, a plea for more.
My hand slides over her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple, which hardens instantly. She whimpers into my mouth, her body arching into my touch.
I break the kiss, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with desire, but there's something else there too. A vulnerability that makes my chest ache.
I want to tell her that I'll be gentle this time. That I'll take it slow.
But I don't know if that's a promise I can keep. Especially with the whimpering noises she's making in her throat.
So instead, I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and devour her mouth.
She cries out in response, a muffled sound against my lips as she clings to me. Her other hand comes up to grip my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin. The slight sting of pain only fuels my desire.
Her hand slides between our bodies and into the waist of my pants, and her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking me with a confidence that surprises me. She's not shy about it. She's exploring me, learning my shape, my length, my girth.
"Is this okay?" she whispers, her breath hot against my lips.
A ragged groan escapes me. "More than okay," I manage to grit out.
"I want to taste you," she whispers.
A strangled gasp is my only response. My cock jumps in her hand. The image that flashes through my mind—her on her knees, her lips wrapped around me, my hands fisted in her hair—is so intense it's almost painful.
But not yet.
I can't.
"Not right now," I manage to say, my voice a rough, guttural sound I barely recognize. "Right now, I need to fuck you. I need to fill that pretty little pussy again. Feel it wrapped tight around me.”
Her eyes darken at my words, her breath catching in her throat. She doesn't look away. She doesn't flinch.
She just whispers, "Yes."
That single word is all the permission I need.
I let go of her, stepping back just enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the sand.
Her gaze roams over my chest, over the tattoos that cover most of my torso, her eyes wide. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the dark lines that snake over my shoulder and down my arm.
"So beautiful," she whispers.
My heart does a strange little flip in my chest.
No one has ever called them beautiful before.
Intimidating. Frightening. A warning.
Never beautiful.
I pull her to me again, my mouth finding hers, and I pour all of the emotion that I can't express into the kiss. All the frustration and the longing and the desperate need for her.
Then I'm pulling her away, my hands on the strings of her bikini top.
I fumble with the knot for a second, my hands shaking with a need that I am no longer in control of.
Her top falls away, and her breasts are bare to my gaze, perfect and round and pale, her nipples a dusky pink in the fading light.
I can't help myself.
I lean down and take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak, then sucking it deep.
Her back arches, a sharp, breathy cry escaping her. Her hands fly to my hair, holding me to her as I lavish attention on her, my other hand coming up to cup and knead her other breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
I tease her and taste her until she's writhing against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body a taut bowstring of desire.
Then I pull back, my gaze locking with hers.
"I want you, Vito," she whispers. "I can't wait any longer. Fuck me. Fill me." Her voice turns into a needy moan. "Now. Do it now."
She's begging for me, and it's the most beautiful, most intoxicating sound I've ever heard.
I don't have to be told twice.
My hands go to the ties of her bikini bottoms, and I pull them away, leaving her completely naked before me.
I lay her back down on the chaise, her body a pale, perfect offering against the dark cushions.
I stand over her for a second, just looking at her, committing this image to memory. The way the last of the sunlight kisses her skin. The desperate, hungry look in her eyes. The way her body is already arching toward mine.
I strip off my shorts, my cock springing free, hard and aching for her.
I see her eyes widen as she looks at me, a flicker of something in their depths. Awe? Fear? I can't be sure. All I know is that it makes my blood run hot.
I kneel on the chaise between her legs, my hands sliding up her thighs, my thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She gasps, her body trembling under my touch.
I lean over her, my hands on either side of her head, my body hovering just above hers.
She wraps her fingers around me again and guides me to her entrance, positioning the head of my cock against her slick folds. She spreads her legs wider and arches her hips, pressing the tip of my cock into her irresistible heat.
I don't make her wait.
I plunge into her, my control shattering into a million pieces. She cries out, a sharp, keening sound of pleasure, her back arching off the chaise.
There's no resistance from her whatsoever. No pain. She’s so wet and slick that I just slide right in.
I bottom out, my hips flush against hers, and I still, giving her a moment to adjust. Giving myself a moment to savor the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside her again.
She feels different this time. Softer. Warmer. More open. There's no tension, no hesitation. She's completely relaxed in my arms, her body a willing vessel for my pleasure. And for her own.
I pull back, watching as my cock disappears into her. I look at her face, at her heavy-lidded eyes, at her lips, parted in a silent 'O' of pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I whisper, the words I didn't mean to say slipping out. "Spread out like a fucking feast, stuffed full of my cock." Her pussy clenches around me in response. "You like that? You like hearing how beautiful you are when you're being fucked?"
A flush spreads across her chest and neck. She doesn't answer. She can't. Her lips are trembling, and her breath is coming in short, ragged gasps.
I take that as a yes.
"Here, watch," I murmur, and shift my weight slightly, angling my hips. "Watch how your body takes me in. Watch me fuck you."
Her eyes follow my gaze down to where we are joined, to the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her. The sight seems to mesmerize her. She's completely captivated by it, her lips parted, her breathing shallow.
"You see that?" I say, my thrusts becoming a little harder, a little deeper. "You see the way your pussy is gripping me? Like it doesn't want to let me go."
She whimpers, her hands flying out to grip the cushion of the chaise, her knuckles white. Her hips lift to meet me, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
I lean forward, my forearms braced on either side of her head, and capture her mouth in a deep kiss.
I devour her, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of my hips. I taste her desperation, her hunger, her need. And I give her everything I have in return.
She kisses me back with a ferocity that takes my breath away. Her tongue slides against mine, a hot, wet, velvety caress that makes my entire body clench with a pleasure so intense it's almost painful.
Her hand slides between us again, but this time, it's not to guide me. Her fingers find her clit, and she starts to rub herself in tight, fast circles.
The sight is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My sweet, professional doctor, touching herself while I fuck her. Lost in her own pleasure. Unashamed. Uninhibited.
I tear my mouth from hers, my gaze locked on her face, on the way her brow is furrowed in concentration, on the way her lips are parted, on the way her breath is coming in short, sharp pants.
I reach down and cover her hand with mine, stilling her movements.
Her eyes fly open, and a look of shock and betrayal covers her face.
"No," she whimpers, her hips bucking against me. "I'm so close."
“I know,” I say, my voice is low and dark. “I can feel it.”
And I can. I can feel the way her inner walls are starting to flutter, the way her body is tensing, the way her breathing is becoming more erratic. She's on the edge, and about to go over.
But right now, I want to pull her back.
"Why?" she asks, her voice a choked sob. "Why are you stopping me?"
"Because right now this is my pussy," I growl. "And I'll be the one who decides when it comes."
My words are crude. Possessive. A slap in the face to the strong, independent woman she is. But instead of protesting or demanding I let her finish, she groans, her head falling back against the cushion. Fresh wetness coats my cock, making me even slicker, allowing me to slide even deeper.
She likes when I'm possessive. When I take control. She wants to be dominated.
And I am more than happy to oblige.
I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting her arousal on her skin. Her eyes, glued to my mouth, widen, and a shudder runs through her body.
"I can't get enough," I murmur, my tongue swirling around her fingers. "I could drown in this sweet cunt and die a happy man."
Her breath hitches, and her pussy clenches around me, a hungry spasm that makes my balls tighten.
I grab her other hand and pin both of her wrists above her head with one of mine. The position stretches her body, pulling her skin taut over her ribs, making her breasts stand out.
She's completely at my mercy. And from the way she's looking at me, she wouldn't have it any other way.
I slide out of her and move down to capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard, my teeth scraping against the sensitive peak.