Chapter 32 #2
He does, his mouth moving to my other breast, lavishing it with attention. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and valley. It feels alive under his touch, all sensation. I can feel the sparks of pleasure in my very veins.
Flint’s hands slide down my hips, his fingers hooking in the waist of my panties. He pulls them down, slowly, his eyes holding mine. I step out, standing naked and unashamed before him.
His hands find my thighs, his touch gentle as he urges my legs apart.
I open for him, my body aching with need.
He adjusts himself, pants and underwear be damned, as he kneels before me, his breath hot on my inner thighs.
He looks at me with desire and devotion, and I feel like he’s looking into my soul.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the inside of my thigh, his gaze never breaking from mine.
“I’m here for your pleasure, to make you feel powerful.
” He adds a slight nip to the sensitive skin and I almost whimper from the rising need inside me.
My heart is racing, my body throbbing. I reach down, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“I want you to make me come, Flint. I want to feel like I’m the only thing you see. ”
His eyes flash with heat. He leans in, his tongue finding my clit in one swift movement. I gasp, my hips arching against his face as the pleasure lances through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he explores me with his tongue, his movements slow. Deliberate.
He takes his time, building my pleasure with each lick and suck, his fingers joining in, sliding into me. My body is on fire, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can feel my orgasm building, the heat in my belly coiling tighter and tighter.
His fingers curl inside me, finding the sensitive spot that sends me spiraling, sucking my clit, flicking his tongue against it until I shatter.
My body shakes with the force of my orgasm and I swear I see stars.
My cries echo in the quiet of Wanderlust. He holds me up, his touch gentle now, supportive, drawing out every last wave of pleasure my body can give.
As I come down from my high, Flint stands, pulling me into his arms. We hold each other, bodies slick with sweat, hearts beating in sync.
I feel our connection. I feel empowered as I realize Flint is trembling slightly.
I did that. I made this huge male tremble.
My blood heats again with the knowledge until I feel slightly drunk.
We hurry to fix ourselves up and close down the rest of the shop.
I try to convince Ash to let it be — Betsy will hardly care — but she insists on doing everything properly.
Of course she does. She’d never let down someone she cares about.
Rather than fight her on it, I just go along.
It’ll be quicker. All I want to do at this point is get my princess home where I can ravage her again.
When she’s finally completed what she feels like she needs to, I grab her bag and snag her keys because I know she’s going to forget both. Now that she feels like Wanderlust is tucked in for the night, she’s focused on getting home and finishing what we’ve started.
There are many conversations we need to have, but fuck that. Tonight it’s me and her. No destiny, no fates, no swords or deadlines hanging over our heads. Just us — Ash and Flint.
I tuck the knowledge away that, for just an instant, before I lost myself to the warmth and heat of her mouth, her eyes had glowed silver.
As we make our way home, the air between us feels electrified, like it’s cackling with the anticipation we’re both feeling.
The taste of her is still on my tongue and the image of her face as she came is playing on a loop in my mind, each more enticing than the last. My hand rests lightly on her back, careful to not make demands, but still possessive, promising.
When we finally reach the apartment, the door isn’t even fully closed behind us before I’m on her, my lips hungry and demanding.
“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth as she boosts herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist, my hands cupping her ass and holding her close.
I swear I feel the blood drain from my head to pool in my cock, pushing painfully against the fly of my jeans.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you taste, how you feel.
I can still feel your lips around my cock. ”
Her body responds to my words, grinding her hips against mine. Her lips attack my neck, nipping and sucking. Dragging her teeth along the column of my throat, she asks, “Is that so?” Her voice is low, sultry. “And what else have you been thinking about? It was a long walk home.”
I tilt my head back, giving her free access as I knead that perfect ass. “I’ve been thinking about how wet you get for me. How your body trembles when you come for me. How fucking gorgeous you look on your knees.” I can feel her heart racing. A quick scan of her tells me she’s aching with need.
Taking a risk, I push the image of how beautiful she looked working me with her mouth into her mind. With a shocked gasp, she drops her legs, knees almost buckling before I steady her.
“I’ve been thinking about how tight you’ll feel around me, how you’ll squeeze me when you come, milking my cock. I’ve been thinking about how much I want to hear you scream my name.”
She stares at me, her throat working as she swallows.
I don’t sever the link between our minds.
I couldn’t if I wanted to. But I reach out, tracing one fingertip down her neck, down her chest, barely a whisper between her breasts.
“Can I show you?” I grit out, my voice soft and totally at odds with the torturous need building in my body.
She nods and I groan. I strengthen the link between our minds and she gasps, eyes growing wide. I open the link just enough for her to feel what I’m feeling. Fortunately (or not), it works two ways and I have to lock the muscles in my legs as her wave of need barrels into me.
“Gods,” I manage. “You’re so wet for me. So fucking ready.”
“Wha…” she tries to speak, but it ends on a low moan. I know she can feel my desire, my hungry eyes taking in her heaving breasts, the flush working its way up her neck, into her cheeks. I steel myself as I lift her and guide us both towards the bed.
I damn near end up taking us both to the ground when she guides her hands over her breasts, tweaking her own nipples. The sharp pleasure arrows through both of our bodies. Fuck. Maybe this is too much, too fast.
I place her on the bed, and take a moment to adjust the link between us. I need to pull it back, at least a little on my side, or I’m going to come in my pants and neither of us wants that. Not tonight.
She sits on her knees, pulling the long sundress over her head. She never bothered to put her bra and panties back on after I ate that sweet pussy at Wanderlust and I curse under my breath as that gorgeous body comes back into view.
Another gasp escapes those beautiful lips as my thoughts drift through her mind.
I know she can feel my awe at her beauty.
She can feel the wild hunger beating inside me when I look at her, the drive to take, to possess.
To love and to cherish. She’s experiencing it all with me.
Every breath I take is for her, and filled with her.
I feel a wave of love and lust flood my mind and almost cry out.
It’s been so long.
I grit my teeth and focus on steeling my resolve.
She rises on her knees, tossing the dress aside. She runs her hands up my body, from my hips to my chest, bunching my shirt up until I angrily rip it, buttons flying. She laughs, huskily, and attacks my zipper.
Fuck. I had a belt. I wonder, vaguely, where it might be in the stacks at Wanderlust, but then her hand is on me and all thoughts but her fly out of my head.
I don’t know where this experience has been all my life, but holy fucking GODS.
I can feel what Flint’s feeling and I’m riding on that high.
To be wanted like this, so intensely. It’s a heady sensation, like I’ve gulped the most delicious wine.
His desire swamps my senses until I’m reeling.
I can’t tell where my desire ends and his begins.
The two are so intertwined I feel drunk and desperate and, Gods, so fucking needy.
Every sensation, every brush of his body against mine, is amplified by the knowledge of his desire, his want. I can feel his arousal, the way his body is responding to me, to my touch, to the sight of my own body. I can feel his mind racing with thoughts of pleasure and possession.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice a low rumble in my ears. “You feel so good. So soft, warm.”
I arch into his touch, my hands tracing the hard lines of his stomach muscles. I can feel his pleasure, the way his body tightens with each touch, each caress. It’s intoxicating to be so connected, so in sync.
His lips find mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I fall into him, my body responding to his, my mind a whirlwind of sensation. I falter, pushing his pants down his powerful thighs as his fingers find my clit. His touch is sure, confident and every cell in my body throbs with need.
“Come for me, Ash,” he growls. “Let me feel you flood my hand.” He chuckles darkly as I feel even more wetness between my thighs. “Good girl.”
The words, the sensations, it’s all too much.
The orgasm takes me over, and Flint moans my name, over and over, telling me how good I am.
His need heightens, fueling me, as one orgasm rolls into another.
I can feel his body tense, his pleasure and need growing with my release.
I can feel this need to be inside me, to feel me from the inside out.
“Stop. Fuck. It’s too much.”
He pulls his hand away, but doesn’t release me. Our breaths are ragged, both of us sucking in air like we’ve run a marathon. My body feels lax and I think if he weren’t holding me up, I’d simply melt away into nothing.
“Bend over for me, baby,” He whispers against my ear, nipping the lobe before soothing it with his tongue. “Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.”
I struggle to comply, feeling like my brain is about to leak out of my ears. Can orgasms make you delirious?
Flint helps support me as I turn over. His groan of approval has me arching my back, presenting myself to him. His hands caress my curves, his fingers trailing down my spine, sending shivers of anticipation through us both. He leans in, his breath hot against my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you so good,” he murmurs. “But first…”
He backs away and I feel the loss of his body pressed against mine.
Before I can protest, he takes a long, slow lick at my pussy and my arms almost give out.
His hands slide down my thighs, his fingers spreading me wide, exposing me to his hungry gaze.
His tongue finds my clit, firm, insistent.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans against my hot flesh.
“So sweet and wet for me.” My body bucks against his mouth, seeking friction.
His hands grip me, holding me steady as he explores me with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate, building the pressure with each lick and suck.
I underestimated his willpower. I can feel how close he is to exploding. I moan his name, babbling incoherently, desperate for that release.
“Please,” I beg. An arrow of pleasure, not my own, shoots through me. Did he just come?
Flint growls in affirmation. “Your turn. Come for me. Let me feel you come on my tongue.”
The knowledge that he just came without me even touching him has me coming again, another orgasm exploding through me with force. I cry out, screaming his name. He holds me steady, lapping at my pussy until the sensation becomes too much and I pull away.
He stands, his body towering over me, his cock impossibly hard and red. I look over my shoulder at him, my mind already racing with the anticipation of what’s to come.
My mind is a tornado of need and possession. I can feel the hunger pounding throughout my body. I can feel her pleasure, her satisfaction, her hunger for more, all amplifying my own. I can feel her as the part of me she always has been.
I press forward, her body a temptation I can’t resist. Her breathing hitches, body trembling, as I press against the slick heat at her center.
“I can feel how much you want me. How much you need me.”
Her body arches, pressing back against me, searching for friction. I can feel the ache, the longing to be filled, to be stretched.
“I do,” she whispers breathlessly. “I need you inside me.”
My control snaps, my cock hardening even more, my need bordering on insanity.
My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, hard enough to bruise.
With a swift thrust, I fill her completely, eliciting a gasp from both of us.
Her body stretches to accommodate my size.
I can feel her mind reeling from the intensity of the sensations. I know mine is.
“You feel so good. So perfect,” I pant, setting a brutal pace. Her body moves in sync, rocking back to meet my thrusts. I can feel her pleasure, the fullness she experiences.
“Harder,” she pants. “More.”
I increase my pace, my body slamming into hers, sweat slicking our skin. “Come with me. Let me feel you all over my cock.” Thrust. “Let this whole fucking building hear you scream my fucking name.”
“I’m yours,” she moans. I can feel her tighten.
“You’re mine. All fucking mine. And I’m going to make you come so hard you never forget it.”
She spirals over the edge, her voice echoing around the tiny apartment as she screams my name, taking me with her.
My body tightens, her pleasure heightening my own, the way she clenches around me, her mind blank with pleasure.
My release rushes into her, pulsing as she milks everything I have to give.
We collapse in a heap of sweaty limbs and gasping breaths. I carefully pull back on the link, leaving her mind as her own, while our bodies cool.
We rearrange enough to be lying together in a more comfortable position, content in the silence. I pull the rumpled sheet up around us and she lays her head on my chest.
I bask in the absolute satisfaction of the moment and, although I know there’s much to talk about, we both drift into sleep.