Chapter 31 #2
I love her so much. And as much as I know it was love at first sight for her too, there was no way she wasn’t completely, one hundred percent, unquestionably, unshakably in love with me the second she slammed into my chest at Ani-Con because my chest is amazing and clearly meant for her, she’s finally said it.
This is it. This is what I’m going to have for the rest of my life. And she better be prepared to live a good, long life with me because I’m going to want this forever. Her pussy was built for me. I don’t care if she’s a little bit broken and nothing quite works right; she’s mine.
And nothing that’s mine is anything less than perfect, and that’s why, instead of actually melting into her, I pump myself hard into her for a couple strokes, making her whimper.
“Do you feel that?” I ask. “Do you think this is the cock of a man who doesn’t want your ass in his lap every single night?
Do you think this is the cock of a man who doesn’t want to feel every goddamn roll of your belly against my stomach as I pump into you over and over again until I fill this tight, wet pussy full of cum? ”
“I’m just . . .” Tilly starts, but the moment I stop moving beneath her, she sinks down, taking for herself, riding me. “I’m not . . . I’m . . . I’m . . .”
“Fucking perfect?” I press my hand against her lower back, and she bends to the touch, her every soft, full curve melting along me, filling me as much as I’m filling her. “You’re fucking perfect, Trix. God, I love you so fucking much.”
She tips back even more, forcing me to hold her up as she rides me slowly, carefully rising up until just my tip holds us together before she lowers herself down, then rises back up again.
It’s hypnotic. Not being able to see her means I see with every one of my senses.
I see her supple flesh with my hands. I see her mouth, her upper lip curled back over her teeth, her tongue pushing against the roof of her mouth with my ears.
I see the sweat that begins to bead on the soft plane of her shoulders and the thick gel gathering on the base of my cock with my nose.
I see the beautifully rounded mounds of her full, bountiful breasts with my tongue as I take her firm, pebbled nipple between my lips and pull, sucking her sweetness from her, letting her addictive, intoxicating cream fill my mouth. It’s so thick on my tongue I want to drown in it.
“Blaise!” Tilly cries out, her voice tightening.
I’m worried she’s going to warn me away, that she’s saving her milk for Donovan or that she decided it’s time to wean him and is trying to dry her supply out.
But no, she brings her hand up to the back of my head, digging her fingers into my scalp, silently begging me to take my fill.
But I’ll never be sated. I’ll never be done with her.
I want her to ride me forever, but I feel the moment when she plateaus, and I need her to break. I scrape my tongue along her nipple and graze her with my teeth. She whimpers, and I switch my torment to her other nipple, which sends electricity racing up her spine.
I slip a hand between us to rub her clit briskly, to push her over the edge.
She bucks on my lap, her motion going frantic and staggered, threatening to fall apart.
But I hold her in place, forcing her to continue to ride me as her pussy convulses around my shaft and her arousal pools between us.
Every time she tries to go slack, she sinks too far, triggering some deep, dark spot within, forcing her to rise again.
I’m going to break her.
She’s mine.
Finally, when she thinks she’s had enough and she attempts to sink into me, I lean forward, lowering her to the bed. She’s already tipped too far to stop when she squeaks out, “Wait, wait, wait! Your ankle’s hurt!”
“Fuck my ankle,” I spit back, although yeah, the move isn’t as slick as I want it to be. Definitely in the past, this would have been a seamless transition and my foot wouldn’t have gotten all jammed up in the sheets.
But I manage to get her on her back all the same and lay myself over her, sinking back into her heat as she brings her thighs up over my hips to hold herself securely to me.
I kiss her once again, and I hover there, not ready for this moment to end. “I love you so much, Tilly. Thank you so much.”
“What are you thanking me for?” she whispers back, and I know she’s already a bit cum-drunk because her fingers are suddenly on my lips, exploring.
I wait to answer her question until I’ve already kissed every one of her fingers and let her run them all over every inch of me that she can reach.
It’s so soft, so sweet, that I can’t help joining in, touching every single one of those incredible curves that I’ve been taking for granted this entire time because I didn’t realize that she didn’t love them as much as I do.
The touch becomes too much. The need builds too high. I have to pump into her, to finish, to lose myself inside her.
So by the time we’ve finally melted back into the bed in an embrace as she shares my pillow and I share my world with her, I don’t even think she knows what I’m responding to when I say, “For being my everything.”