Chapter 12 #2
Need pounds at my temples. I force myself to ease back. She releases my hair and meets my hungry gaze.
“Are you going to let me inside of you tonight?” I push a finger in so she knows what I mean. Her tits rise and fall, her pearled nipples straining for the sky.
“I can’t wait,” she says on an exhale.
I push another finger in. My erection is digging into my zipper, but I welcome the pain. I’d shoot my load with no warning otherwise. “Do I have to go get condoms?”
Her eyes widen. “You don’t have any?” I thrust in and out and her eyes go hazy. “How does that feel so good?”
Because it’s me. I don’t say that. It feels heavier than this moment. “After you come, I’ll tuck you into my bed and get some.”
“I’m—I’m on birth control, and after . . .” She rolls onto her elbows and rocks herself into my steady thrusts. “I was tested.”
“Me too.” On some level, I guess I assumed my previous partner hadn’t been waiting for me.
“Then—oh, God.” Her head drops back. “Take me without one.”
I’m supposed to wait. I’m supposed to take my time. But I straighten and yank my fly open with my free hand, stroking in and out of her while I do it.
She sits up higher, her gaze going from my crotch, where I’m wrestling my shirt out of the way one-handed, to the other hand pumping in and out of her.
I free my dick.
She gasps. “Is there anything about you that’s not impressive?”
I look down. My cock soars past my open fly but gets crowded by my shirt. I rip the damn thing over my head and drop it at my boots.
She’s swaying into me, urging me to go faster, all while eating up my torso with her gaze. “I want to touch you.”
“Later.” It’s my time to indulge in all those fantasies that have haunted my dreams day and night.
I shove my pants down farther. Cool air caresses my dick, giving me a modicum of control. My fingers are dripping but I continue prepping her. I won’t last long. Not with the sexiest woman laid out for me, making those noises I can’t get enough of.
I stroke a thumb over her clit.
“Yes,” she groans. In her need to get closer, to get me to go faster, she’s worked her ass down to the edge of the table. I’m so fucking close to paradise. But I don’t move.
I carefully insert another finger, pushing all three into her tight channel. Her mouth drops open and she sits up higher. The angle’s changed and she can’t rock against me as easily. She’s at my mercy. But I’m completely at hers.
I circle her nub, and a full-body quiver runs through her. Her breathing is speeding up, and she’s close. I’m fucking close too. I remove my hand, instantly missing her heat. She hisses and arches, like she’s seeking me. I’m going to give her what she wants, what I need.
Notching myself at her hot entrance, I go rigid. The pleasure ricochets through me like a pinball. “Fuck, you’re tight, Belle.”
She grips my shoulders and we both watch as I push in. I ease out and sway forward, her juices coating me. I push in farther. “Your greedy little cunt is taking me so well.”
Hell, I don’t talk like that. But she’s not fazed.
“You fill me so good. Like I’ve always wanted.”
Pure satisfaction overwhelms me. No one’s satisfied her like I’m going to.
I bury myself to the hilt. She wiggles, adjusting to my size, clenching around me like she’s demanding my release. It’s hers. All of this, everything I can give her, is hers.
“Watch me fuck you.” I pump into her, bracing my legs and clenching my ass cheeks.
I take her in. The pink cheeks. The flush developing on her chest and cresting up. The wonder and lust in her eyes. My pace increases. My peak is way too fucking close. Her walls flutter around me, but she’s languid, enjoying the fuck.
I never thought that moment in the storeroom would bring us here. I’ve stroked myself off to her moans so many times. Imagined how hot and wet she’d be around my cock, and here she is. My real-life fantasy.
I lift her hand, curling mine around her fingers so only her index and middle fingers are free.
I suck them into my mouth, the salty-sweet flavor reminding me of her pussy. She whimpers.
I release her and continue thrusting. My damn eyes are going to cross if I have to hold back anymore. An entire electrical storm is waiting to unleash at the base of my spine, but I’m not coming without her.
Her tits are shaking with my thrusts, like a wave rolling through her body, from her pelvis to her shoulders. She’s even wetter than before and the smack of our bodies fills the air.
“Show me how you touched yourself that night.”
She eagerly does as I ask, and fuck if that doesn’t make me almost immediately nut.
“Oh God.” Her moan fills my ears. All of my senses are focused on her. The tips of her fingers graze me as I propel in and out. Her moves get jerky and her cunt grips me tighter.
“So. Fucking. Good,” I grit out.
She spasms hard around my dick and then lets out a cry. “Yes!”
Fuck, she’s coming. Ecstasy courses through my veins, coming from right where we’re connected. My guards slam down and my climax roars out of my body with a shout.
“Fuck, Belle. Fuuuuck.” I spill inside of her, the first time I’ve done that. Everything’s more intense. My climax, the squeeze of her around me, and the slide of my cock inside of her.
When I finish coming, I sag over her, propping myself on my hands by her head. I dip my head and lick a path up her neck. “You’re blushing.”
She shivers under me and a lazy giggle leaves her. I grin.
Running a finger down my cheek, she stops by my mustache. “I love this dimple.”
“Ugh.” I tip my forehead to hers. “I used to get teased so much for that in high school.”
“High school kids can be mean.”
“It was my brothers.”
She laughs and closes her legs around me. “Now what?”
“Now I take you to bed and we keep doing this all night.”
Her brows lift. “You can go again?”
My dick is still half-hard inside of her and need is knocking at my temples. “It’s been a long time and you’re a sexy woman.”
Campbell
I had no idea sex could be like this. I had no idea being with a guy could be this easy. Yet he’s so hard.
I brace my knees into the mattress as I pump up and down on his magic cock. The thing never goes soft, and the sense of power I get from looking down and seeing him hard for me yet again is heady. I don’t want to give this up.
“You’re a goddamn mess.” He nibbles along my collarbone. We’re in the middle of his bed. All his covers have been pushed to the edge. The sun has long set, and we just got out of the shower.
“You make me that way,” I gasp. I’m going to be raw in all the best ways in the morning. I’ll walk all day with a secret chafe between my thighs. I have whisker burn there too, along my stomach and across my breasts. It’s like he marked me with his own special brand.
He nips at the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. “You take it so fucking well.”
I thrive on that praise and I can’t explain why, but it’s coming from Durban, and I like hearing it.
“Fuck, Belle.” He grips my hips and grinds me into him. “That greedy cunt of yours is going to ruin me.”
“Good. Because you’ve wrecked me.”
His grunt is full of male satisfaction.
Every time I lower myself on him, he fills me so completely, I can’t believe he fits.
His dick is as big and proud as he is. I have this man all to myself tonight.
I haven’t asked to stay over, but he tossed my clothes on the dresser with his when we entered, and he hasn’t told me to have a good night yet.
We’ve barely disconnected since we started.
I stuff my hands into silky hair and tip his head back. His dark eyes bore into me, full of lust and something I’d like to call affection. I’ll take him not being annoyed with me. Although if he fucks like this, he can be irritated all he wants.
He thrusts his hips up. “That look.” Grunt. “When I’m deep inside.” Grunt. “Gonna be all I see.”
There’ve been times when I can’t figure out where I stop and he begins.
I’m so close to my peak, and I can’t believe I can physically orgasm again.
I cover his mouth with mine, and he invades me with his tongue, plunging and licking with the same precision he thrusts into me with.
He roams his hands over my body, palming my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
The pressure builds to a breaking point. I’m going to explode or implode; I can’t tell which. A dam bursts and ecstasy steals my breath. I take his, not letting him go as I come.
I swallow his groans and growls, and he takes the whimpers strangling my throat. Our frenzied kissing slows down to a lazy version of what we were doing before. He holds me to him, and I don’t want to leave the cocoon he’s made.
Eventually, I place a final kiss on his lips, then lay my head on his shoulder. “You’re a beast in bed.” I sound sleepy.
“It’s your fault.” His voice is a deep rumble. “I dissolve into a lust-filled beast around you.”
“It’s not me. It’s never been like this.”
He pulls back and studies me. “It’s not usually like this.”
Disbelief makes me scoff. “You’re telling me that you haven’t left a string of deflated women behind in bed?”
“Every guy would like to think so, but I’ve topped out at two in a row. Maybe three times if you span the whole twenty-four hours.” He rubs his hands up and down my back. “You and I have this crazy chemistry. We both needed this release.”
Disappointment crowds my afterglow. Stupid agreement.
Gently, he pulls out of me and rolls me onto a pillow. “Wait here.” He bundles the blankets and drapes a few on the bed, his arms and abs flexing in the shadows. Then he goes into his connected bathroom.
I’m not going anywhere. I have to come to terms with my newfound Durban Hennessy obsession and how I hate that what we have is temporary. I did need this release, but I would’ve been fine. I wanted him. I feel like I need him.
I’m falling for him.
So hard.