Chapter 15 #3
"I'm sick of thinking and feeling and crying and talking," I said. "I just want to…"
Dane smiled up at me, gaze never wavering from mine. "What, baby?"
"Make love with you." I winced. "That still sounds awkward as fuck to me, but I don't know how else to put it."
"It's not awkward, it's the truth. But we don't need to say anything." He kissed the tip of my chin, and his hands roamed my thighs, caressing from knees to hips below the water. "In fact, maybe the only thing you need to say now is my name."
"Dane," I breathed.
"Kiss me," he commanded.
"Yes, Dane." I brought my mouth to his, tasted his breath, and then kissed him.
My heart swelled yet again, cracking and expanding, shedding layers like a snake's skin. I clutched his jaw in both hands and kissed him harder, deeper, groaning as my heart and soul seemed to burgeon infinitely, tangling and fusing with his, and all from a simple kiss.
I needed more.
"Take me to bed, Dane," I said.
"Yes, my love."
He stood up with me in his arms and stepped out of the tub.
I snagged a towel from the rack as he walked us into the bedroom.
I tossed it onto the bed as we approached it, and he tried to straighten it without losing my mouth, but that wasn't working.
I wiggled out of his arms, and he fixed the towel while I dripped on the floor, and then he picked me up again, claiming my mouth with a greedy grunt.
My breasts crushed against his chest, and his hands dug into my ass, and my skin tingled, and my pulse hammered.
I was desperate for more of him, for all of him. I knew how he felt inside me, and I needed that more than anything.
Yet, at the same time, I was in no rush. I didn't want to hurry this process. I wanted to savor every millisecond.
So I clung to his neck with my arms and toyed with his hair at his nape, and clutched his hard, narrow waist with my legs, and I kissed him. I gave him my tongue, and I took his; I gave him my breath, and I took his.
He growled into my mouth, and I growled back, earning a rough laugh from him.
"Bed," I mumbled, breaking the kiss.
He set me on the edge of the bed and stood in the V of my thighs and he cupped my heavy, aching tits in his big hard hands and his thumbs stroked my nipples and flicked them and he pinched them and twisted them and I whimpered and arched into his touch.
His cock bobbed between us, hard and thick and still growing. I raked my fingernails up his thighs and back down, and then briefly clutched his jaw as I sucked on his tongue and tilted my face up and opened my mouth and demanded he kiss me harder, kiss me deeper.
He groaned softly at this and gave me what I needed—he kissed me harder, kissed me deeper. My soul soared, and my pussy wept.
I scored my nails down his chest, over his belly, and down his thighs. Again. And again.
Finally, I let myself take his erection in my hands, sighing into his kiss as I filled my hands with his hardness. He moaned as I caressed his length, and his kiss stuttered, broke off.
“Fuck, honey," he breathed. "Love the way you touch me."
I shifted to the edge of the bed until I was almost falling off, and I pulled him closer to me, hooking my legs around his waist. The kiss broken, his eyes fixed on mine and held there.
I stroked his hot cock and felt him respond, pushing into my hand, needing more.
I bit his lower lip and sucked on it, and then claimed his mouth and took his tongue, heart hammering wildly as I guided his cock to my seam.
This wasn't our first time together, but in a way, it felt like it.
"Linz," he whispered as I notched his tip between my lips. "Fuck."
His eyes fluttered, closed. I kissed his closed eyelids. "Look at me, baby." It came naturally, then, calling him baby. "Look at me."
His eyes opened.
"Watch us," I said.
Our gazes moved down together, and I tipped my hips to take a little more of him. Dane groaned again at this, and I whimpered. I ached for him, ached at the emptiness which could only be satiated by having all of him inside me.
He was giving me the lead, right now. But I knew that wouldn't last—I didn't want it to.
I clasped one hand at his nape, snaked my legs low around his, so my feet were hooked around the backs of his knees, and I palmed his taut, hard ass in my hands and pinned his eyes with mine…
And I took him inside me.
He entered me in a slow, hot slide, filling me by aching degrees, splitting me open with his immense size until I was breathless from the burn, mouth hanging open and shuddering as he pierced me inch…by…inch.
"Dane!" I gasped.
He bent at the knees and then straightened, standing up with me. His hands clawed into my ass as he held me aloft, his eyes hot on mine. "Lindsey," He breathed. "Fuck, you feel…"
"How? Tell me, baby. How do I feel?"
He lowered me, letting gravity do the work, and filled me so full that I couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
"Oh—FUCK!" I cried as he bottomed out inside me, buried to the hilt.
"My love," he gasped. "Oh god, oh god. Linz, baby, you feel—oh god.
" He lifted me, dragging his cock out of me until only the tip was left inside me, and I clung to his shoulders and used my legs to grip his hips while he supported my weight, his knees against the side of the bed. "So fucking perfect."
"Take me, baby," I whispered. "Make me yours."
"Oh god, thank fuck," he breathed. "I need you so goddamn bad."
"Take me," I breathed. "Please, Dane, take me."
He shifted onto the bed, fell forward, so I hit the mattress. In a movie, this would have happened without us losing our connection, but reality isn't always so smooth and effortless.
I whimpered as I lost him, but it wasn't for long.
He crawled past me and flipped to his back, grabbed me, and pulled me to him.
I crawled over him, straddling his long, hard body.
He cupped my jaw and kissed me, and with the other hand, he stroked my pussy, petting my lips and rubbing my clit until I was whimpering and gasping.
I only lasted through maybe sixty seconds of this before I was quaking and at the edge of climax, rocking on my hands and knees and kissing him and gasping open-mouthed as he swirled his fingers around my clit, and then lightning was flashing blue and white behind my eyes and heat was crashing in my belly and need was ferocious within me, but I was lost to climax and shuddering and shaking and rocking and empty and wailing as he made me come, yet again, with no more than a few swipes of his talented fingers.
Lost in the throes of orgasm, I reacted with instinct as he lined himself up against me. I felt his cock-head press against my pussy lips, and my entire being lit up, knowing I was about to get him back. “Please, please, please," I panted. "Dane, fuck, please, please!"
"Tell me what you need, Linz."
As soon as he was notched inside me, I rocked down onto him, squealing in ecstasy as his huge, hot, hard cock speared into me. "This!" I wailed. "I need you. I need your cock, Dane. I need you to fuck me."
I felt each vein and ripple stuttering through my tight-stretched channel, and I ached around him as he slid deeper and deeper, and I felt my orgasm making my walls clamp and clench around him.
My ass settled onto his thighs and hips, then, and he was home, filling me totally, his hips nestled in the cradle of my thighs and his beautiful, muscular body beneath me, and I wept for the beauty of this, of us, of having him, of being his.
"Linz," he breathed.
"I'm yours," I whispered.
He pulled back, hesitated, and thrust into me, dragging another tight, keening wail from me. "Say it again, baby. Please."
"I'm yours," I gasped, tilting my hips to meet his next thrust. "Dane, my love—I am totally, utterly yours."
He hunched, driving into me hard. "Mine," he grunted. "You're mine."
"Yes!" I answered, rocking forward onto all fours above him. "Yours. I'm yours. Everything I am, my love."
I felt something break, then, and I gave up whatever vestige of restraint I may have had.
I rolled my hips to take him, rocking backward onto his cock, feeling him cram deeper into me with each successive drive, and he grasped my hips and showed me the rhythm he wanted, the pace he needed.
He took control even as I let my body and my heart and my soul merge with his.
We found our perfect union together.
He palmed my ass in both hands, spread me open so with his next thrust he could fuck even deeper, dragging a raw, ragged scream from me.
I fell forward, then, arms clinched around his neck and my tits flattened between us and my face buried in his throat as I rolled and rocked and rode him, and he bucked and thrusted, gripping my ass with powerful, greedy fingers, keeping me spread open for his thrusts.
"Linz!" He growled, his voice ragged with tension. "Fuck, baby—oh god, oh fuck!"
"Dane, yes, yes!" I rocked back into his thrusts, and an orgasm like no other rose up like a phoenix from the ashes and shattered me, dissolved my voice, ruined me, destroyed me, crushed me.
It began deep within, and each time Dane fucked into me it grew hotter and wilder and more potent.
I found my voice for half an instant, and screamed hoarsely as he fucked, harder and faster, and our bodies met with loud slaps and wet squelches, and my orgasm blistered and detonated and I lost the air to scream, couldn't weep, couldn't breathe, couldn't move—all I could do was take his fucking and come through it.
"Dane!" I rasped. "Please—pl-please, baby!" I begged.
He found my mouth and kissed me—it was a ragged, desperate, sloppy, gasping kiss. "What, love?"
"Come!" I ordered. "I need you. I need you to come inside me."
"I'm close," he growled. "Oh fuck, you feel good."
"Dane!" I felt my pussy clenching around him, felt him slow his pace.
I needed to take it from him.