19. Chapter 19
Quint
Her words are dripping with promise as she grabs me by the belt and drags me through the front door of my own place.
As the door slams behind us, she shoves me up against it, one hand sliding down to give my cock a squeeze through my jeans. It’s already aching for her, and there’s too much fabric. I want to feel her soft skin surrounding me.
I’ve been so keyed up all day, the smallest touch could send me over the edge at this point.
I’m worried I’m going to come in my pants again before I have the chance to get inside her.
Once is forgivable, but twice might end this before it ever really started.
The tingle at the base of my spine is already building, but she pulls her hand away in time, moving to the buttons on my shirt.
She takes her time, flipping open one button at a time and kissing each spot as the shirt falls open—my chest, the ridges and curves of my abs, lower and lower—until she reaches the waistband of my jeans…
where she stops, leaving me wanting once again.
I reach for her waist, desperate to touch her, but she shifts away. “Hands to yourself. Palms on the wall. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to touch me.”
The commanding tone in her voice tweaks that part of me that craves her approval and I do as I’m told, fingers twitching against the wall as she runs a hand down my chest. My abs clench under her touch and I groan.
“What a good cowboy you are.”
My head falls back and I shut my eyes, trying to hold on to my last frayed strands of control.
Then her body is pressed up against my bare chest as she closes in for an all-consuming kiss.
Her tongue darts in to slip along mine, teeth tugging at my lip as she rocks gently up against me.
The fabric of her dress is rough against my skin, and the delicate lace is such a sharp contrast to the intensity of her mouth on mine, the way she talks to me and handles me.
Her mouth shifts to my neck. She licks a long trail, then nibbles along the damp path. My entire body is already on fire, and I’m still almost fully clothed. I don’t think I’ve ever been this worked up before. Not even my very first time.
“Aurelia, please.”
She doesn’t acknowledge the plea in my voice, but her hands shift to tussle with the large belt buckle, popping it open. The worn leather slides through the loops with a swoosh. My hands are squeezing and releasing air to avoid the temptation to reach out and touch her. Even though it’s all I want.
My zipper is next, but she takes her time, dragging it down and then pushing the pants down my legs. Then the shirt, sliding down my arms to pool in a heap on the floor.
The hint of chill in the air is nice, since I’m burning up from the inside.
Her fingers and lips are everywhere. Kneading my shoulders, running down my sides, and tracing lines along my bare stomach.
My hips jump as she licks along the deep V lines framing my abs.
My skin is tingling all over, cock aching for her touch.
And finally, she closes her teeth on the waistband of my boxer briefs, sinking to her knees as she drags them down my legs.
I step out of them and my jeans, my cock hard and needy, a drop of precum beading on the tip.
“You’ve been a very good boy, keeping your hands to yourself. I’m going to give you a reward now. And if you can keep it up, you get one more.” She’s so close to my dick I can feel her hot breath on it as she speaks, and sparks zip along the surface of my skin.
I groan as her mouth finally closes over the tip.
Desperate need grips me down low and the electric charge travels up the back of my legs.
It’s hot and wet and perfect. She moves from licking along the length of it to circling the tip to sucking it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
It’s overwhelming, the sensations battering me like the tide against the shore in a storm.
Every part of me is aching and I want so badly to touch her, but I resist, because hearing her call me a good boy tweaked something in me, and all I want now is to earn her praise.
The pressure is building, and it takes everything in me to keep from coming down her gorgeous throat. Her mouth is heaven, and she takes me deeper. My muscles jump under the touch of her nose bumping me.
But it’s worse when I look down. She’s still fully clothed, kneeling on the floor with that white lace dress pooling around the red boots, black hair cascading over her shoulders. It looks like silk.
“Can I touch you, please? Your hair.” I need to know what it feels like.
I groan when she shakes her head, still sucking on my cock. It pulses, the pressure building until I don’t think I can take it anymore.
“Please, I’m going to come. I can’t…please.”
When I don’t think I can take one more minute of her sweet mouth on me, she pulls off.
My breath is coming in short gasps, shaky knees barely holding me up. I slap my hands back against the door to resist the urge to reach for her. The slight sting in my palms pulls me a fraction of an inch away from the edge of the cliff I was teetering next to.
She stands up in one smooth movement, one hand reaching out to trail a crimson fingernail down my chest. My skin ripples under the touch.
“You were so good.”
The words hit me in that sweet spot I didn’t know I had until I met her, and bliss spreads through my chest.
“Please, I need to be inside you.” I don’t care how desperate I sound, and judging from the satisfied smile that spreads across her face, she doesn’t either.
“Okay.” She grabs the hem of her dress, lifting it up and over her head before tossing it to the floor.
All she has on underneath is a white triangle of lace that conceals nothing, including the slim patch of dark hair between her legs.
The rest of her is smooth and golden, from her long lean legs to the slim hips and small breasts tipped with dusky nipples.
She kicks off the red boots and socks and shimmies out of the lace thong, the last barrier between us.
The image of her perfect body is going to be etched in my brain for the rest of my life.
She turns around, displaying the gentle curve of her ass, and her prominent shoulder blades. Then she takes one step, but when I go to follow, she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Crawl.”
A pleasant shock courses through me and my cock throbs. I can’t have heard her right. My brain is all sex-mussed.
“You heard what I said. Crawl for me,” she says again. “If you do, if you’re a really good boy for me, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name tomorrow.”
I sink to my knees. I’d do anything for one second of being buried to the hilt in that sweet little pussy.
“Perfect.” She walks toward her bedroom, only turning around when she reaches the doorframe to watch me crawl for her. The wooden floor is punishing on my knees, but I ignore the pain, eager to get to her.
“Slower,” she says.
I slow down, and the pain eases. She’s looking out for me.
She backs up to stand beside the bed, watching my every movement. At the edge of the bed, I look up at her, waiting for my next instruction, afraid if I don’t listen to her, she’ll walk away.
“Now get up on the bed on all fours.”
I scramble up. The cushion of the mattress is a relief under my sore knees. A drop of precum falls from the tip of my dick onto the quilt. Sparks fly across my skin when her hand whispers down my back in long, gentle strokes. My muscles clench when she squeezes my ass.
“Lay on your back.”
I do as I’m told, and she slings her long, graceful legs up and onto the bed one at a time to kneel beside me.
“I need you to get me ready to take you. You’re so big. You’re going to stretch me so good. I need to be nice and wet. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, anxious for another taste.
Her leg swings over my head and she slowly lowers herself onto my face.
“Lick.”
Her soft lips are already dripping for me, just from sucking my cock. It’s a real high, knowing I can do that to her. That she wants me almost as badly as I want her. I want to make her even more wet. Make her come on my face. Make her proud of me.
She clearly agrees. As I lick and suck her sweet folds, she gently rides my face.
Her breath starts to come faster as my tongue strokes her.
She still tastes incredible, sweet and musky.
She starts to moan and pant, increasing the pace.
She’s getting wetter and wetter, her juice coating my face.
All I want is to make her come. Make her happy.
Maybe then she’ll let me in to her heart.
Because every day I spend with her, I realize how much I want this to be real.
Her breathy moans are getting louder as she rides me harder.
I reach up to squeeze her ass without even thinking about the consequences.
I just need something to hold onto. Her ass is tight and soft at the same time, filling my hands as it flexes under them.
I almost pull away. She told me not to touch her.
I don’t want her mad at me. But when I look up, her head is thrown back as her hips grind her pussy closer. She seems lost in the moment.
Everything about this feels so good, so right, and the pressure is building so fast in my legs, traveling up my back, my balls tight and threatening to spill over.
All I want is to finally be inside her. The buildup has been too intense, leaving me on edge all day, and there’s a very real possibility I’ll come just from the taste of her.
I take a deep breath and focus on her, trying to shove my own impending explosion down.
“Quint. Oh, my god.” Her thighs tighten around my head as she screams and shudders over top of me, her hips bucking as she comes on my face just like she promised she would.
She rides out the orgasm with slow movements until finally coming to a stop. “Holy shit.”