Chapter 24 #4
I latch my lips around her clit, sucking lightly while flicking my tongue back and forth across the top of that little bundle of nerves.
Her hips start to move on their own and I can feel her muscles tensing up.
When she starts chanting my name and the word yes, I know she’s right at the edge.
She just needs something to surprise her into giving herself over to what she’s feeling.
I slide a finger down her crease, parting her cheeks so I can rub the tip of my index finger against her asshole.
The light pressure there does exactly what I intended and she cums with a cry that has my balls tightening.
Fuck.
I keep my mouth on her to drag her pleasure out as long as I can, not pulling back until she rolls off me, limbs splayed out, breathing fast and hard.
Wiping my arm across my mouth, I go up on my knees, my cock aching now.
It wouldn’t take much for me to finish, not when I have something this sexy right in front of me.
Legs spread apart, pussy pink and glistening.
Tits bare and flushed, nipples practically begging for my mouth.
I probably wouldn’t last more than half a dozen strokes, and I’m not ready to be done, so I grip the base of my shaft hard and call on years of self-control until the urge fades.
It’s not gone, not with Nova looking up at me with naked need in her eyes, but I can handle it long enough to give her another orgasm.
When she holds her hand out to me, I take it, threading my fingers between hers so that as I lean over her, I put her hand up above her head.
She smiles at me and puts her free hand up with the other one, letting me pin both against the pillow.
I don’t need to test her with my fingers to know she’s ready for me, and I’m more than ready for her.
I push into her an inch at a time, fighting my body’s desire to drive deep and fast. It’s torture for us both, but it’s the best sort of torture.
The line of pain and pleasure I’m walking reminds me of what it feels like to have her nails raking down my back when I’m fucking.
With her hands restrained, her nails aren’t anywhere near my skin, but I might need to let her go before she cums because I’d love to wear her marks.
“Creed, please,” she begs. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me,” I assure her. “Just feel me, sweetheart. Feel me stretch that hot, tight cunt, fill you all up so good.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, you do. Want more. Please, Creed.”
I hiss out a breath as I finally bottom out, and when she raises her hips, I curse, squeezing her wrists tighter.
That gleam of mischief in her eyes twists something low in my stomach that has more to do with emotion and less to do with the physical.
She has to be strong and serious, be the person Layla can come to whenever something goes wrong, but with me, she can let go.
“Look at me,” I demand. “I want you to know who’s making you feel good, sweetheart.”
I roll my hips, grinding the base of my shaft against her clit and making her cry out.
When I do it again, she writhes under me, her hands opening and closing like she’s desperate to dig her nails into something.
It’s that desperation that has me finally moving, but I maintain a slow, steady pace, forcing her to feel every second of every stroke.
Electric current buzzes across my nerves, sending a surge of pleasure through me every time her pussy ripples around my shaft.
I keep it going for as long as I can, but when I know my body isn’t going to be able to last much longer, I let go of her hands and reach down to grasp her thigh.
She grabs at my shoulders as I pull her leg up and press it back toward her chest. The change of position gets me deeper and lets the head of my cock rub over her g-spot with every thrust into her and every drag back out.
She’s so close that, between one stroke and the next, she tips over the edge and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I groan as her pussy clamps down on me, making me work to keep sliding in and out of her.
She tips her head back and I press my lips to her throat, tasting the salt from her skin on my tongue as I worry the spot with my teeth.
I chase my release with short, hard thrusts, all finesse disappearing as I lose myself in her.
In the end, it’s the whisper of my name as she runs her hand down my spine that does me in, and I stiffen on top of her, muscles tensing as my vision goes white.
My cock pulses, emptying inside her, and a surge of possessiveness goes through me.
I wrap my arms around her, rolling us on our sides, our bodies still joined, and tuck her tightly against my chest, not wanting to ever lose this connection.
Even when the pleasure fades, and my body returns to normal, I don’t release her.
Instead, I kiss the top of her head and finally say the words I’ve been holding back.
“You’re mine for real now.”