Chapter 18 #2
Instinctively, I touched his soft hair and arched my back away from the door as my legs went weak and my head began to spin.
“Okay, I’ll give you all of me, then,” I whispered, trying not to think about my soaked panties and all the feelings Neil was reawakening in me.
“Everything you can…” he answered, putting his palms on either side of my head. His biceps twitched with the motion while my eyes eagerly glided down his entire torso.
Then, with the last bit of bravery I possessed, I took the zipper of his white hoodie between my thumb and forefinger and drew it down, letting the fabric slowly draw aside like a curtain to reveal the erotic spectacle of his bulging pectorals and defined abs.
“Do you approve, Tinkerbell?” His white teeth sank into his bottom lip while I traced the ventral line of his abdomen with an index finger and dragged it lower in an exploratory fashion, like I was seeing him for the very first time.
“Very much.” I lifted my gaze to lock in on his luminous eyes and slipped my fingers beneath the elastic of his pants, stroking the downy hair on his pubic area.
“I want you, and I can’t wait anymore.” He grinned lewdly and used both hands to take my pants and pull them down my legs.
I helped him get them off, lifting my foot out of one leg and then the other.
Not wasting a single minute more, Neil began to kiss my neck while I stroked his half-naked torso.
His skin felt as hot and silken as the lips that slid down my body.
To my collarbone. To my shoulder. To my breast. But just before they reached the place I wanted them most, Neil paused and shot me an amused glance.
“Sit down on the edge of the bed,” he ordered, taking me by the hips and slowly pushing me backward. I obeyed him, trying not to trip over my own feet as I sat down in just my panties. I tilted my face up to stare at him as he stroked my cheek with his coarse knuckles.
“Now spread your legs,” he added as he kneeled before me.
He looked like a dark angel, his feathered wings long since torn away.
Though my body yearned for him, I blushed, and from his amused look, I knew that he’d seen me.
I opened my thighs a little wider, albeit hesitantly, and flexed my toes against the floor.
His lips started at my knee and traveled slowly up my inner thigh.
His wild hair tickled my sensitive skin, and his trim beard rasped against me, but it all felt so good that I felt chills moving rapidly over every part of me.
With my palms pressing deep into the bed and my legs spread wide, I felt his fingers hook around my panties. His golden eyes peered into mine.
“Do you mind if I rip these?” He just smiled, and without waiting for me to answer, tore them completely off me and threw them to the floor.
The movement took my breath away, and I also felt confused as something twisted in the depths of my stomach, making every muscle down there tighten as the place between my legs throbbed even harder.
“You’ve done it now…” I answered deliriously, but Neil was no longer looking at my face. Instead, he was staring into the delicate place between my thighs. It felt like he was devouring me with his eyes, and I began to quiver from nerves and arousal.
“I said spread your legs,” he said again, more harshly this time.
After he’d stripped me naked, I’d involuntarily closed them again, obeying the shy, ashamed part of me.
I still wasn’t used to sex—for me, it still felt like the first time every time.
Meanwhile, Neil was completely comfortable.
I obeyed him with a heavy sigh and I spread my legs wider, feeling the tissues of my sex unfurl like a blooming rose.
I was laid bare for his ravenous eyes. He bit his full lower lip and then, with a cheeky smile, he seized my legs without an ounce of delicacy.
“Neil,” I cried to him, fisting the sheets in my hands, but his honey-colored eyes stayed fixed on me there, seeming to truly adore the sight—to worship it like a deity. He was prepared to light me aflame, to make me his in any way he could.
“Fuck, do I want to lick you.” He leaned into my pussy and began showering it with warm, wet kisses. He looked up at me through his brown eyelashes, and wicked fireworks seem to explode in the dim room, lighting up my cheeks.
“Oh God,” I murmured as the tip of his tongue drew, hot and voluptuous, over my clit.
Neil teased it, sucked slowly on it, and my groan of pleasure was unstoppable.
I shut my eyes and ran my hands through his disheveled hair, pressing his head more firmly against me.
As promised, I gave him all of me, everything I could.
Everything he wanted. I ground myself shamelessly against his mouth, seeking relief from the fire that burned me from the inside out.
He kept me pinned with his strong hands, his grip possessive and unyielding.
“I like it when you get into it.” Neil grinned wickedly and continued to lap at me with his expert tongue. He moved down, lower and lower, his eyes still locked on my flushed face. “And I love the way you taste.” He slid his tongue inside me and moved it like he was kissing me.
“Yes…” I moaned, my back bowing upward. I could feel my nipples growing hard at his slow torture.
He licked, and I moaned again. Suddenly, his tongue was replaced with his pinched fingers, and I screamed.
He rotated them back and forth as he began to stroke me.
His fingers moved in and out, fast and certain.
“Yeah, just like that. Show me how good it feels, Babygirl…” His masculine voice only made me tremble harder and gasp for air. I couldn’t hold out any longer; the tension had become unbearable.
I let my head fall back and clutched the sheets in my hands as Neil continued to dominate me.
All at once, my brain short-circuited and it got hard to breathe.
I rocked my pelvis and took his fingers inside me, all the way down to the base of them.
As I did, I felt a wave of heat rising up from deep within me.
I felt, as always, the irresistible urge to fill the void I had inside with him.
Only with him.
“Be a good girl. I’m not going to let you come like this…” Neil whispered perversely before slipping his fingers out of me and bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. “Now, lie back,” he demanded, and I obeyed.
I gazed up at him, dizzy and gasping with my heart in my throat and a weird ringing sensation in my ears.
I lay down on the bed and bared myself just like he wanted.
Neil smiled delightedly and pulled off his hoodie altogether, exposing his muscular chest that my eyes roamed lewdly over.
Then he undid his pants and let them fall down his hard legs.
He watched me, looking self-assured and hot as hell, and, still watching me, pulled down his black boxers.
I tried to meet his eyes, but Neil knew full well that there was somewhere else on his body I really wanted to look; I wasn’t simply lowering my eyes out of embarrassment.
With a perfect arrogant asshole grin, he stuck one knee in the mattress and climbed into the bed like a big cat, slow and relaxed, until he positioned himself between my splayed legs.
He sat back on his heels and stared again between my thighs. With his abs tensed, the line down the middle of them made a path leading right to the most powerful—and most frightening—part of his body.
It was then that I gave in to temptation: I looked at his hard cock, which he’d immediately taken in hand so he could pleasure himself in front of me.
His gaze changed then. His desire burned higher, roasting the honey of his eyes as he stroked himself unhesitatingly.
He was so aroused that he couldn’t get his hand around it completely.
The veins protruded more than usual and the glans was exposed.
For just a second, I thought about getting up and fleeing in fear of what was about to happen to me, but the sight of Neil, nude with his lithe, well-formed body made all my hesitations evaporate.
At the same time, a single curl fell over his forehead, covering part of his right eyebrow, and he looked somehow even sexier than before.
I focused my attention on the hand sliding up and down his length. I stared in awe, stunned and a little bit wary. I’d never seen him look so tense, loaded like a machine gun and ready to destroy me.
“Surprised, Selene?” He gave me a goading smile and moved up to grind himself between my legs.
Pleasure rose up in me until I was being consumed by flames of my own.
“Prepare yourself…” he said, sounding highly entertained even as his voice also grew rougher and more intense.
But I didn’t care about his warnings or any of his words. I wanted it too much.
“Make it quick.” I lifted my pelvis up in challenge, and he looked into my core again.
Hungry. Hungry like I had never seen him before.
Then, with a self-satisfied little smile, he grasped his erection at the base and made a home for it inside my body with one rough thrust. I gasped as my body conformed around him, gritting my teeth.
“Fuck, I missed being inside you…” Neil moved over me and thrust his pelvis against me even harder, making my back bend.
His swollen biceps flexed with effort as he began to move, not giving my body any time to adjust to him.
I felt like a tiny port struggling to admit a great sailing ship.
Neil pulled out and sank back into me, pulling a gasp from me.
I clutched his back and tried to move with his thrusts.
He continued penetrating me more and more aggressively, driving in deep like I wasn’t even a person underneath him.
Like he was all alone, lost in the extremity of his pleasure.