Chapter 11 #4
“Me too,” she admitted in a gasp. I let her wrists go and moved my hands to her sides.
She clung to me, spreading her legs so I could grind myself against the apex of her thighs.
Selene shook from head to toe, her palms sweating and her eyelids flickering in time with the waves of pleasure that I drew straight out of her soul.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I warned, though the hoarseness of my voice suggested just the opposite.
Selene emitted a tiny groan. It always got her going when I talked to her under my breath like that, with that low timbre, even if it did embarrass her too.
That’s how she was.
Still shut up in her prudish little world despite everything we’d done together.
She could have had me kneeling at her feet with the crook of her finger but she never would.
She wasn’t like Jennifer.
She was seducing me slowly with her mind, to who knew what end. I had long known what she really wanted from me but I was working hard to keep her from getting it.
She was something pure, something lovely that made me feel alive.
“Neil…” My name emerged from her lush lips as a moan while I unhooked her bra and began to pull it away from her small breasts. My hand cupped her firm flesh. I could even feel her rapid breathing underneath.
“Ditch the bra.” My movements grew impatient and I tugged it off her quickly because it was still dangling from her arms and I wanted see her free from any restraints.
“I’ve thought about nothing but sucking on these,” I confessed, biting her neck. Selene raised her hips to meet me, growing bolder. Little by little, she grew ready and hot. My cock twitched, and I felt my glans, exposed and overstimulated, rubbing hard against the fabric of my underwear.
“Do it,” she whispered. Apparently her good sense had abandoned her. I could tell by the tone of her voice, the way she was moving and her hands, which were now clutching my ass.
Her curves fit perfectly into the sharp angles of my body, like we were one being. I grinned sensually at her and sat up on my knees, positioning one on either side of her torso, caging her in.
“Now I’ll show you what I’ve been wanting to do to you all night,” I said in a provocative whisper.
I couldn’t wait.
Maybe we didn’t have enough time; maybe we never would.
Right then, she was there with me, but one day she would leave.
Selene fluttered her long eyelashes, ensnaring me with those crystalline eyes.
I hovered eagerly over her lips and pulled her up into an urgent kiss. Carnal.
It was not love. It was not sex. It was ecstasy.
Need.
It was fucking war.
My tongue pressed against her, swirling around in her mouth.
I used her hair to pull her head up slightly so I could deepen the kiss. Selene was panting as usual. She’d put her hands on my ribs to slow me down, but I did not relent. I continued showing her all the passion I could let loose on her soul.
The power, the dominance, the sheer control I had over her.
Once again, my animalistic frenzy contrasted with the delicate way she returned my kisses. Selene was trying too hard to keep up with me, and I felt a wave of tenderness for her.
Suddenly, a soft intake of breath, weak and damnably feeble, made my hard-on even more insistent.
I should have stopped myself, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it anymore.
By then, the urge to fuck her was throbbing in me, tearing through my stomach and every other part of my body. I pulled our hungry mouths apart and registered the confused look on her face.
Soon, she’d understand.
Selene lay spread out before me, cheekbones flushed, panting rapidly, her arms over her head.
I pulled down my jeans and boxers and freed the erection that was pulsing, pleading, and demanding my attention.
“Neil, what are you do—” She didn’t even finish her sentence before her eyes slid to my member.
It was hard and jutting forward. It was pointing right at her, in fact. I smiled and grasped it with one hand.
“Just watch, Selene.” I began to jerk myself off while staring unblinkingly into her eyes.
I saw confusion there—and awe as well as arousal—as her gaze flicked from my face to my hand.
I pulled down my foreskin to fully reveal the flushed, swollen glans and sighed in relief as some of the tension eased from my body.
I continued stroking myself while Selene watched me raptly.
The look on her face only generated more indecent thoughts.
I moved my hand quickly over my entire length, and Selene examined the protruding veins under the thin skin with approval.
Her face was blazing in embarrassment, but she was also enthralled and aroused. And she never looked away from me.
She licked her lower lip, and I stared at her breasts, and then a truly romantic idea popped into my head.
I stopped masturbating and leaned over her chest. I took one of her sensitive nipples in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Selene arched her back and dug a hand into my hair, practically vibrating underneath me.
I knew how to pleasure a woman; I knew where to touch and how. Soon, I’d push Babygirl over the edge, and she’d lose her mind, melting into my twisted world. That was how it worked: I pulled her into my world of shadows, and she brought me into hers in exchange.
She allowed me to spread my wings and raised me high above the world’s concerns.
Her body was all that existed.
Her coconut smell.
Her ethereal voice.
It felt like there were no obstacles before me.
My spirit was at peace.
I felt free.
Kim wasn’t there.
The Boy wasn’t there.
It was just me in my Neverland with my Tinkerbell.
“How much did you miss having my mouth on your body?” I raised my eyes to glance at Selene while flicking her nipples with my tongue. They got stiffer and stiffer with my every touch.
“So much…” She let out a moan of arousal. Then she shut her eyes, fighting against the pure lust that I’d injected straight into her veins with nothing more than a touch.
“And you like having it right here?” I continued wickedly. I abandoned the nipple and ran my wet tongue down the cleft between her breasts, both hands fondling them passionately.
“Yes, I… I like it,” Tinkerbell managed, struggling with the sensations that always seemed to be novel to her. She watched me from beneath her eyelashes, staring at the part of her chest I was lapping at.
“I have no doubt…” I climbed on top of her with a sinister smile and inched my knees up the couch until they were on either of her naked ribs. I could feel the fabric of my jeans cutting into my thigh muscles, but I didn’t give a shit.
I clutched her to me again and watched her eyes widen as her breathing sped up. Babygirl looked like she was being eaten up with anxiety, fear, arousal, and curiosity. All of them were waves crashing in her ocean.
“Raise your chin,” I ordered insolently, watching her stunned expression as I let my member slide along her sternum, into that lethal valley between her tits, and let my testicles rest on her stomach.
“Yeah, there, stop. Do as I say,” I whispered in a low, seductive voice that made her pupils dilate. Slowly, I began to rock my hips back and forth between her breasts.
And discovered what my heaven was.
“Squeeze your tits together, Selene, and look at me,” I demanded, and together we watched everything I was doing. Maybe it was a mistake, a whim, or another one of my sick perversions, but whatever it was, it felt incredible.
I felt bolts of pleasure moving down my back.
My muscles were tight and rigid; my abs were contracting with each slow thrust of my hips.
Meanwhile, her breasts were pressed tight between our hands, creating just the right friction to give me pleasure.
Never, ever had I watched a woman’s curves more closely than I did in that moment.
“Good job, baby.” Beneath me, in my power and my possession, she didn’t say a word, only alternating her splendid stare from my face to my member. Her eyes tracked me, luminous, ecstatic, and enchanted.
It suddenly became harder to breathe as every muscle swelled with arousal, and my nerves tingled at each thrust. Unfortunately, I was being blocked by my own damned inability to let go.
“You’re going to have a new sexual experience to tell your little friends about, Tinkerbell,” I said insolently, trying to rile her.
Just then, I felt my back burning, along with my glutes, my legs, and every other part of me.
The urge to increase my pace got more intense.
I saw the tip of my cock getting wet as pearly, semi-transparent beads of moisture accumulated on its slit.
I swiped my thumb over it, feeling the light, viscous liquid between my fingertips; I kept thrusting, though I knew I’d have no further physical reaction.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and it seemed that I could feel Selene’s heart beating.
Her hands underneath mine cupped her firm breasts, her rosy nipples.
A chill ran down my spine, followed by another and another until it tore a gasp from me.
My balls were tingling. The pressure was rising.
My heart rate was increasing until it felt like it was beating in my throat.
I stopped breathing. I went rigid, and my veins swelled so hard it felt like they were on the verge of bursting.
My body was boiling, shaking, and humming, but just as I was on the precipice, just when I was about to purge my frustration, pain, and bad memories—the moment when I came within a hairsbreadth of orgasm—I was instead left hanging on the edge of a chasm with no ability to throw myself into the void.
I licked my lips and dwelled on Babygirl’s ocean eyes, which were ravenously following my every move. Then, with a growl of anger, I stopped.
I gave up.
I couldn’t do it, not even with her.
Now I was sweaty, tense, and profoundly unsatisfied.
Selene frowned and looked at me, her beauty disarming, a potent mixture of innocence and sensuality.