Chapter 5 #2
He hummed around me in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure rocketing through my body. His hands splayed across my hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the sensitive skin there as he worked me with lips and tongue.
Just when I thought I might combust from the intensity, Stanton released my cock.
I whimpered at the loss of contact, but he soothed me with a tender kiss on my hip. “Not yet, honey. I want to be inside you when you come.”
His words sent a bolt of pure need straight to my core. “I want that too. So much.”
Stanton reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. The first press of his finger inside me drew a gasp from my throat. Stanton peppered kisses across my chest as he worked me open with painstaking care, murmuring words of praise.
“That’s it, honey. You’re doing so well…” Stanton added a second finger. “Just relax for me.”
I breathed deeply, willing my body to accept the stretch. The slight burn gave way to sparks of pleasure as Stanton crooked his fingers just so, brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped, seeing stars. “Right there, please…”
Stanton chuckled, low and warm. “I’ve got you, honey. I’ll take care of you.”
And he did, working me open with tender patience until I was a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. By the time he eased three fingers into me, I was more than ready, my body craving his like I needed air.
“Please,” I begged, my voice wrecked. “I need you. I’m ready.”
Stanton placed a final, reverent kiss at the base of my cock before withdrawing his fingers. The crinkle of a foil packet, the slick sound of lube, and then he was there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
With exquisite slowness, he pressed forward, breaching my body inch by glorious inch. I exhaled a shaky breath as he filled me, stretching me in the most delicious way. Stanton stilled when he was fully seated, giving me time to adjust.
I had never felt so complete, so wholly connected to another person. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes at the raw vulnerability of it all. Stanton brushed them away with the pad of his thumb, his touch unbearably tender.
I’d never felt so full, so complete. It was as if Stanton’s body was made to fit with mine, two puzzle pieces locking perfectly into place.
“Move,” I urged, canting my hips. “I won’t break.”
Stanton chuckled, the sound strained. “As you wish.”
He began to thrust, long strokes that stole the breath from my lungs. Each drag of his cock against my inner walls sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine.
I arched into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as our bodies moved together. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I silently urged him to go deeper, needing to feel every inch of him inside me.
Stanton’s thrusts grew faster, more urgent, his breath coming in hot pants against my neck. “God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, mouthing at my collarbone. “So perfect, honey…”
I could only whimper in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. My nails raked down his back as I clung to him, desperate to be closer, to merge our bodies into one.
“Oh, honey, you feel incredible. So perfect, like you were made for me.”
I keened at his words, tightening my legs around his waist to draw him even deeper. “Yours,” I gasped, hardly recognizing my own voice. “I’m yours, Stanton.”
Something fierce flashed in his eyes at my declaration. He captured my lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of passion and adoration into the slide of his mouth against mine. I surrendered to him completely, giving myself over to the pleasure, to the love that flowed between us.
The coil of heat in my belly wound tighter with each thrust, promising an explosive release. Stanton must have sensed how close I was because he snaked a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies to wrap around my neglected erection.
“Come for me, honey,” he urged, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Let go, I’ve got you…”
His words were my undoing. With a choked sob, I came, spilling hot and sticky over Stanton’s fist. My vision whited out as ecstasy crashed over me in relentless waves. Distantly, I heard Stanton groan, felt his hips stutter as my body clenched around him.
A guttural sound tore from his throat, and with a final, deep thrust, he followed me over the edge. I felt the hot pulse of his cock inside me as he spilled himself, filling the condom.
For a long moment, we clung to each other, trembling and panting as the aftershocks of pleasure slowly ebbed.
Stanton pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath.
I ran my hands up and down his back, marveling at the play of muscles beneath his sweat-dampened skin.
Stanton peppered my face with soft kisses, whispering words of praise and adoration into my skin. I’d never felt so cherished, so utterly consumed by love.
When Stanton finally slipped out of me, I whimpered at the loss. He disposed of the condom and grabbed a warm, damp cloth to clean us up, his touch unbearably gentle. Then he gathered me into his arms, tucking my head under his chin as he pulled the covers over our cooling bodies.
“That was…” Stanton trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Yeah,” I agreed, knowing exactly what he meant. “It was.”
Perfect. It had been perfect.