Chapter 4 Melodie #2
“Rogue!” I half plea, half yell. “I want you to touch me. Need it. Please,” I urge. My body writhes against his, as if to prove the mountain frustration throbbing from the inside out.
He groans and wastes no time shoving the boxers down my thighs. I wiggle and help him remove them completely as needy little whimpers fall from my lips, my desire growing each second his fingers aren’t inside me.
Once I’m completely naked, Rogue runs his hand across my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Finally, finally, he dips one finger into my slit and strokes me.
I cry out when he circles my clit with his calloused fingers.
My core pulses and clenches up, and I swear I’m already right at the edge of total bliss.
“So wet for me,” he grunts, circling my opening with the pad of his finger.
I buck my hips and grind down on his hand, unable to control my movements.
Rogue teases my pulsing little hole, not quite entering me.
How does that feel so good? I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to do…
something. I don’t know. I just need more.
He runs his fingers up and down my slit, gathering up my juices and rubbing my clit until I’m moaning uncontrollably. I’m right there, so close I’m shaking. So close I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. So close I reach my arm behind me and fist his hair, needing something to hold onto.
And then his hand is gone. I gasp and grunt in frustration, my orgasm clawing its way to the surface but unable to break free. The pressure in my lower belly is almost painful with my pent-up release.
Rogue chuckles and slides his hand down my thigh, lifting my top leg and guiding it to rest over his. This way, I’m opened up for him, giving him more access.
“That’s it, baby, goddamn, you need to come, don’t you?”
“So bad,” I respond, my voice nothing but a breathy whimper.
Rogue slowly eases his finger into my entrance, just that little bit stretching me deliciously. “Jesus, so tight,” he grunts, sliding another inch inside me.
I clench around him, coating his hand in my juices as he starts to fingerfuck me in a steady rhythm.
He grinds the palm of his hand down on my little bundle of nerves, keeping me right on the edge, the pure bliss amplified by the slight sting of being stretched.
God, what’s it going to feel like when he fucks me for real?
The thought has me thrusting my hips forward, trying to get him deeper.
There’s an intense pressure building low in my belly, throbbing outward with each steady stroke. The storm rages outside, but it’s nothing compared to what’s stirring deep in my core. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling him toward me, letting him know I’m here with him and want this so, so bad.
He groans and sinks his teeth into my exposed shoulder, just enough to sting and cause a jolt of lighting to flash through my body, electrifying every inch of me, inside and out.
Rogue adds a second finger, making me cry out with overwhelming pleasure. When he curls his fingers up, hitting some super sensitive spot, my entire body spasms, sending more electricity flowing through my veins.
“Rogue,” I moan. “Rogue…”
I can’t hear, see, or think a single thing as I recklessly barrel toward my orgasm. Every muscle draws up tight as my joints lock, preparing for the onslaught of my release. I hold my breath, the atmosphere growing still, the whole world seemingly lying in wait for my inevitable end.
My orgasm tears through my body like crackling thunder, pleasure breaking me open and vibrating through me. I lose complete control as I pulse and thrash and claw at Rogue’s scalp, digging my fingers into his skin to anchor myself.
He doesn’t stop, not for a second. My orgasm continues to devastate me, to the point I see black dots clouding my vision.
I gasp for air, nearly coming again as oxygen fills my lungs.
With a final, shuddering breath the last of my release drains from me, leaving my body completely melted against the mattress.
“Holy shit,” I barely manage to whisper as I gulp down air. I’m still trembling, my muscles feeling weak and worn out from how hard I came.
Rogue groans, his fingers still buried deep inside my cunt. Slowly, so slowly, he removes them, a sudden rush of liquid pouring down my thighs. He makes some low, guttural noise, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. To my absolute shock, he sucks on his digits, tasting my cream.
“Fucking delicious,” he says in a low growl, those intense eyes never leaving mine. He wants to own me, every drop of passion, every pleasure-filled cry, every orgasm belongs to him, and now we both know it.
“Rogue,” I breathe out as I lay my head back down on his shoulder.
“That… that was…” He holds his breath, the tension palpable as he waits for the rest of my thought.
“Incredible. Life-altering. I feel…” I sigh and snuggle deeper into his massive chest as he wraps his arms around me.
“I feel vulnerable, but in an exciting way. Like I don’t know what’s next, but I don’t care as long as you’re here. ”
“I’ll always be here, sweet girl. Always.” He presses his lips to the top of my head as my eyelids grow heavy. He whispers something else sweet and soothing, but I’m already drifting off to sleep.