Chapter 7 #2
She bit her lip as he kept stroking, stroking, and it was so damn good, she didn’t even need him to touch her clit, which was the only way she’d ever come before. But god, whatever this man was doing to her had her totally out of her head, floating on a cloud of pure sensation.
Another sharp smack on her thigh that got her attention, if only because it sent another shiver of pleasure through her.
“Tell me,” he demanded as he kept working her g-spot, making it nearly impossible to think. But she wanted to obey.
“It’s… oh, it’s so deep. The sensation is… deep inside me. In my belly. Running like water through my arms and legs, but like pressure inside me. It’s so, so fucking good. Yes… like that. Ah… I feel as if I want to come, but it’s different. God, I can’t think.”
“That was perfect,” he said, then began a hard, punishing rhythm inside her, fucking her and fucking her with his hand, and she began to shake as the pressure built.
He stopped.
“Take a breath. Good, now another. Yeah, dial it down. Because I have more planned for you.”
She tried to calm herself, but it was difficult. She felt his fingers still inside her before he started making some new motion, almost as if he were snapping his fingers inside her pussy, against her g-spot, and pleasure coursed through her, hot and insistent.
“I can’t… can’t hold it…” she gasped, filled with awe that for once it really was true.
“You will,” he insisted. “You hold it for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a small moan.
She’d had such difficulty reaching orgasm the last few years. It almost never happened without a vibrator—until last night when she’d been thinking of him. What was this man doing to her?
He paused, giving her a second to breathe, then he started once more, this time using his other hand to press on her abdomen, and suddenly she could feel everything even more intensely: the pressure building, spiraling.
Pleasure like an electric current running through her.
And everything cresting, leaving her on a sharp edge she knew she wasn’t allowed to fall over—which made her want to—need to—even more.
“Mmm…” she moaned, and he stopped again.
“Breathe through it. Yeah, that’s it. That’s my good girl. You’re doing such a great job, baby. You hang on to your orgasm for me.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, her body shaking.
He leaned in until his face was right next to hers. He whispered, “You can, Claudia. Beautiful girl. You can because I ask it of you. Because you know when I finally let you come, I’ll be there to catch you. To hold you. To make you come again.”
“Oh…”
“So take another breath for me. Yeah, there it is. You can do this.”
He slipped his fingers out, then went back in with just one, gently stroking her core as he bent his head to kiss her.
His lips on hers were so soft and hot, and she lifted her head to demand more of his kiss.
He opened her lips with his tongue and drove inside, kissing her hard, then harder, until they were making out like teenagers in the back of a car. And it felt that new to her, somehow.
As he kissed her, emotions rose, making her chest go tight. She still needed to come, so badly. But he was right there with her, and that felt even more important. She’d never known this was what she’d always needed.
He pulled away, finally, and drew his mouth down her throat, leaving a scorching trail of heat.
Then lower, between her breasts, pausing there before he took one nipple into his mouth again and sucked.
The hardened tip swelled, and he sucked harder, then bit just a little, the small amount of pain taking her back to that lofty peak, her pussy flooding all over again.
And still he kept that one finger inside her, gently working her.
Pleasure built all over again, and she trembled with it.
He raised his head to tell her, “No, Claudia. Hold it back until I give you permission to come.”
Then, as if to punish her with pleasure, he pumped his finger hard inside her, and bit into her nipple again.
“Oh! Please... please, Sir! I need to come.”
“Not yet,” he ordered as he added a second finger and began working her g-spot again, stroking it over and over. “Do not come yet, Claudia,” he demanded even as he worked her body, stoking the fire inside her until it was a pyre flaming into the sky.
She was vaguely aware of tears slipping down her cheeks as she used every ounce of willpower not to come, which was the polar opposite of what her body normally did.
But her climax hovered, hot and sharp, and she was only vaguely aware of those thoughts.
It was the loveliest torture she’d ever endured.
“Ah, such a good, good, girl,” he murmured as he trailed his mouth down over her ribcage, then her stomach, and her pussy clenched when his mouth reached the top of her mound, then again when he moved even lower, until his face was between her thighs, so close she could feel his warm breath on her folds, on her aching clit.
“This is going to get harder,” he told her, then flicked his tongue at her clit.
“Oh, fuck!”
“And harder,” he murmured before taking her swollen clit into his mouth and sucking, sending pleasure like lightning through her pussy, deep into her body.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh…”
“And even harder, my beautiful girl,” he paused to tell her.
She held her breath as he spoke the words.
Then she pulled in a sharp, gasping breath as he pumped his fingers against her g-spot again, and sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue.
At the same time, he reached up and pinched her nipple between strong fingers, adding layer upon layer of dizzying sensation.
“Ah, god!”
She was in total overload, sharp and exhilarating as her mind emptied out, as she became nothing but the pleasure he was bringing her.
Her pussy clenched, spasmed, and so did her belly in some strange way she’d never felt before.
It was so incredibly intense, and she realized she was making loud mewling noises.
But she couldn’t stop herself, and knew she was going to come with or without his permission.
And there was not a damn thing she could do but give in to it.
Her body shook as a tidal wave of sensation rolled over her, through her.
He kept sucking on her clit, licking it, tugging it between his teeth as he worked her g-spot relentlessly, fucking her so hard and fast. And she started coming, the waves shattering her from somewhere deep inside.
Her pussy clenched, her belly clenched, and she felt warm liquid gushing from her body as she came, both inside and out, in a way she’d never felt before.
“Ahhhhh! Fuuuuuuck!”
Her entire body was jerking, and her head came up, then slammed back down on the couch cushions. It was an avalanche of pleasure, crushing her, making her shiver uncontrollably. And that warm liquid heat rushing from her body felt so, so good. She didn’t understand. It didn’t matter.
“Ah, there you go, beautiful. Yeah, just like that,” Brody encouraged her in soft tones filled with wonder.
Her body kept jerking as she was slammed over and over with sensation, with the deepest pleasure she’d ever felt. It went on and on until she could barely breathe.
Finally it began to ebb, and she was able to catch her breath, although small spasms still shot through her in an uneven rhythm.
“I couldn’t wait,” she said on a sob, and he slipped his fingers from her, unwrapped the belt from around her wrists, and pulled her into his lap.
“I knew that. Not to worry, babygirl. You did everything I ever could have wanted.”
“Did I?” she asked, needing to know.
“Yeah, everything. Every single thing, from the way your body responded to my touch to the way you handed yourself over to me. The way you entrusted yourself to me was incredible. Fucking beautiful. And you squirting into my mouth… that was god damn art, I swear it.”
She struggled to sit upright, and he helped her with an arm around her back. “I did what?”
“Pretty girl, you squirted. And it was a beautiful thing. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
“But I didn’t…” She couldn’t articulate what she was feeling. Awe. Some shame.
“You didn’t know you could?” he asked.
She nodded. “I guess I thought it was… one of those things people talk about, but maybe it wasn’t a real thing. Some urban myth.”
He pushed her hair from her cheek. “Baby, did that feel real to you?”
“It did. Yes. I can still sort of feel it. I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Aftershocks are normal for some people. As long as it feels good.”
“It does, but…” She had to take a moment, take a breath. “It was so strange, so different. And now I feel like I can barely move, like I have no strength in my arms and legs, but still, I feel a bit of… embarrassment about it.”
He took her chin in his fingers and turned her to face him.
There was nothing but a burning desire and admiration in his dark, gleaming eyes.
“You should be proud of yourself. It’s not something everyone can do.
And if you hadn’t been able to, that would have been fine, too.
But, baby, that was so incredible. You’re incredible.
And you took the edging like a champ. You’re amazing.
And I’m hard as fuck for you, but you tell me when you’re ready for me.
If it’s not right now, that’s okay. Squirting can take a lot out of a person.
But know that I want you. Hell, feel how much I want you,” he said before taking her hand and lowering it to his lap, where his erection bulged against the denim of his jeans.
“Oh!”
God, he was big, she could tell, even though too much fabric separated her hand from his cock. Her pussy gave a hard squeeze, and she ran her fingers up his rigid shaft.
“Ah, fuck, Claudia. Don’t do that unless you’re really ready for more.”
“Yes,” she gasped, desire spiraling inside her once more. “I need you.”