37. The One Where He Begs #2
I nod and step back with my hand wrapped around my cock, admiring the way she looks standing there in nothing but leather and silicone. The straps dig into her luscious hips, and her soft belly spills over the top of the leather.
Something fiery and determined flickers in her gaze. “Get on your knees.”
I like this new version of Clio taking charge.
Maybe a little too much.
Obeying her command, I sink to my knees and crawl toward her, my cock growing impossibly hard the closer I get. When I’m at her feet, I sit back on my heels, waiting for her next instruction.
“Good boy.” She steps forward, gripping the silicone in her fist. “Open your mouth.”
I don’t know if it’s the praise or the look in her eyes, but I’m hanging on by a thread as the dildo slides into my mouth. I suck on the shaft, my head bobbing up and down, letting my hands glide up the sides of her legs, kneading her soft flesh beneath my palms.
I pull back with a gasp. “Can I touch you?”
Her nails rake against my scalp. “Yes.”
Groaning at the sensation, I slide my fingers through her wet slit and wrap them around the shaft, coating it in her slick arousal before taking it into my mouth again.
Now it tastes like her, and I’m fucking ravenous for more.
As I suck on the shaft, I slip my other hand between her legs and push two thick digits into her tight heat.
Her knees buckle, but she catches herself and straightens, using her grip on my hair to guide my movements.
After a few more pulses, she pulls me off with a pop and takes a step back, reaching for the bottle of lube. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
In a last-second show of defiance, I grip her hips and pull her against me for a filthy kiss.
“I always did like you bossy,” I tell her as I grip my cock and hers at the same time, stroking languidly between us.
She takes one measured step back, and I get into position in the center of the bed, looking at her over my shoulder.
The mattress dips as she steps up behind me, and I hear the click of the bottle cap seconds before cool liquid slides down my crack.
Her fingers follow the same path as she spreads it down and around my hole.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this, but fuck, it was worth the wait. She slides a finger inside of me, and I fall onto my elbows in submission. Euphoria fills me as I give myself over to her. She has me at her mercy, and there’s no place I’d rather be.
I clench as a second finger joins the first, scissoring and stretching me open. I can’t be sure, but it’s almost like she studied for this. It’s a struggle to keep myself from coming as she delves deeper.
“Baby. Please.”
She pulls out slowly, replacing her fingers with the top of the dildo poised at my entrance. Her palm slides up my ass, wrapping around my hip. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me.”
I let out a guttural sound as she slides into me one agonizing inch at a time. She pulls back out and slides farther the second time. By the third stroke, I feel her hips collide with my ass, and I know she’s fully seated. My cock leaks against the comforter, aching for release.
She gives a few experimental thrusts, causing me to whimper. “Does that feel good, baby?”
A bolt of longing pierces me at the sudden and unexpected endearment. It sounds too good. Too right. “Keep going. Faster. Harder.”
Her right hand curls around my hip as she thrusts forward with more confidence. I push onto my hands and glance over my shoulder as she fucks me relentlessly.
“You’re taking it so well.”
Christ. I’m not gonna last if she keeps saying shit like that. My mouth drops open on a gasp as her lush hips slap against my ass, driving me closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Good boy. Come for me, Noah.”
“Fuck.” The word comes out on a ragged exhale as I reach for my weeping cock. It only takes a few rough strokes before I’m groaning out my release, making an absolute mess of my bed. She fucks me through each wave of my orgasm, slowing when I collapse forward and rest my head against my forearms.
Clio strokes up and down my back in a soothing motion as she pulls out of me, flopping next to me on the bed with an exhausted sigh.
She’s artfully disheveled, her cheeks flushed, with a thin sheen of sweat dotting her brow.
I muster just enough energy to position myself above her, taking her mouth in a languid kiss.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur against her lips, resting our foreheads together. “Clio, I—”
I stop myself before the words tumble out of me unbidden. “I owe you an orgasm,” I say in an attempt to course-correct.
She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
I kiss a path down her body, unbuckling the straps along the way.
Her thighs are glistening with arousal, and it doesn’t take long before she’s coming on my tongue, her body convulsing from the sheer force.
When she comes down from the high, I take her into the shower and fuck her up against the tile, worshiping every inch of her luscious body before washing away every trace of our night together.
After the shower, we dry off, and she steals one of my shirts for bed.
We work together to strip and replace the soiled bedding, then she slides in next to me, smelling like a combination of peppermint toothpaste and my body wash.
Her soft breaths dance across my chest as I drift off to sleep, but not before her quiet voice invades my dreams.
“I love you. Even if you can’t bring yourself to love me back.”