Chapter Twenty-Two
KNOX
THE DOOR has barely closed behind us before we’re attacking each other’s clothing.
Her soft moans are some of the most deliciously musical things I’ve heard, and my nostrils and taste buds are filled with the sharp smell of ginger and lemon, tempered by honey.
Ven breaks the kiss, but only long enough to pull her shirt over her head.
I can tell the fabric of her bra is lace, but it’s too dark to make out all the details.
Hands still on each other, we take a few more steps into the space before landing on the bed, a tangle of limbs and half on/half off clothes.
“Hold on,” she says, pulling back from me.
I watch her as she crosses the room and throws the curtain open fully, letting in the street and natural light. The entire space goes from all shadow to blue hues, the light playing across her skin.
With her on the other side of the room, I take the moment to pull my shirt over my head. I unhook my belt, dropping it to the floor beside the shirt. Wordlessly, Ven removes her pants, stepping out of them and rejoining me on the bed.
We continue exploring each other with our hands and mouths, and soon the rest of our clothing has been tossed aside, leaving only skin.
Running my hands over Ven’s body, I mark a trail up her inner leg, starting with her ankle, past her knees, and finally to her center.
Ven opens her legs immediately, giving me full access to her body.
Just like that first night, I push two fingers into her, her walls stroking my fingers.
I press further in, hooking my fingers upward and pressing firmly. Her whole body shudders.
“Is that pussy as sweet as I remember it?” I ask, pulling my fingers from her center and to my mouth.
Rich and sharp. Fully her.
“Mmm…it is,” I muse.
She leans forward, capturing my lips between her teeth again. At the same time, I press my fingers back into her, adding a third, and she gasps louder.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
She nods. “You’ll know if it’s not. I’ll tell you.”
Oh, of course she would. Why would I doubt that?
I chuckle, feeling my excitement and mischievousness spike together. I lift up so I’m no longer lying beside Ven. Instead, I kneel in front of her, and I place both my hands on her knees as she looks up at me.
“Well, then, you bring up an excellent point.”
“I do?”
“Safe words.”
“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised.
The surprise in her voice morphs into surprise on her face when I suddenly push into her with my weight, pushing her knees out and wide open, getting my first look at her pussy.
Raven’s pussy lips are dark, the hair trimmed to be short but not cut in some pattern.
But as I push her legs farther apart, the dark pink of her inner walls and the nub of her clit are revealed to me.
Her juices drip down over her ass, giving her skin a shimmer as the light from beyond the window filters in.
I lean forward, the tip of my tongue providing the lightest pressure against her nub.
“Knox.” Venny groans, pushing against me.
I lock my muscles into place, preventing her from moving anymore. Turning my head, I kiss the inside of her thigh just below her hipbone.
“Terrible safe word. At least in this context.”
Her chuckle turns into a groan again when I press my lips against her clit. My tongue darts out again, and I can’t help but be pleased by the way her body reacts.
“Oh, my god.” Ven reaches down and grabs the strands of my hair. She wants more, I can tell, but I want to tease her a little longer.
“Strike two, Venny.”
I swipe my tongue from her wet entrance to her clit, and the moan she makes sends a shock directly into my balls and lower spine. I feel her rising again, but I pull back before she tips over the edge.
“I really hope you don’t strike out.”
In any other situation, I know she would have a lot to say, but I keep her fully distracted from any clever retort.
She is so pent up from my licking and nipping at her relentlessly.
Raven’s sounds get louder as I circle her entrance with my fingertips, but I never let her get close to any sort of release.
“I’ll give you one last try,” I say, pushing her legs open even wider until no part of her is hidden from me anymore.
“Zucchini!”
She pants. Her legs tremble, her hips buck in impatience.
I chuckle, placing a soft kiss on her thigh.
“Good girl.”
Pressing two fingers into her pussy, I latch onto her clit, driving her over that first cliff. My own desires become more urgent as everything, my fingers, my lips, my beard, gets covered in her wetness as Ven comes a second time on my fingers within a minute of the first.
At last, I pull back from her core. Sitting forward, I bring her lips to mine, letting her taste herself.
Never leaving her mouth, I ask, “Condoms?”
I know the one I have in my wallet is old, with the wrapper half-faded.
Ven reaches above her head and opens the bedside table drawer. She doesn’t even break the kiss as she pulls out a roll of pink, gold, and black condom wrappers that unspools itself. I never knew a woman being so prepared could be so sexy, but my dick is even harder at the sight.
Even as I move to roll the condom down over myself, she keeps arching her back, pressing those perfect tits of hers into my face. My mouth opens automatically, desperate to suckle on them both, her dark areolas like perfect bullseyes.
Her pussy is so wet that I slide the first two inches of myself in and meet absolutely no resistance.
A feeling like the vibration of a passing car runs up the entire length of my back, my body, my heels, my calves, my ass, rocketing up my spine and settling in that space between my eyebrows.
I freeze, gathering my composure once more and stopping myself from slamming my entire length into her.
“Fuck,” we both groan together as another inch pushes in.
Rotating my hips, the tip of my cock presses into every side of her channel, and Ven’s fingernails dig deep into my biceps.
“Please, Knox. I need all of you.”
Her words have me nearly unraveling, that familiar clenching starting at the base of my spine and in my balls. Jesus Christ, this really will be like my first time if I don’t slow down. It’s only from years of practice that I don’t come right there in that moment.
But I already see I will not make it all night like I planned.
“You ready, sweetheart?” I ask, looking down at her eyes seriously.
Her eyes are completely glazed with lust, but they seem to snap back into focus in that moment.
“Fuck me, Knox. Don’t stop until you fill me.”
My hips slam forward of their own accord, surprising both of us by the look on her face. The surprise instantly morphs into something ravenous, her pussy clamping down hard on me. Raven’s thighs draw me closer to her, even though there is no space left between us.
I nearly collapse on top of her, but my brain snaps back into place at the last second, and I must use my elbows to prop myself up to keep from crushing her.
God, her body is so soft and perfect. Perfectly round in every place I look, her big round eyes, the perfect roundness of her lips.
Her heavy, rounded breasts, her stomach.
Her thick thighs cradle my body, our hips aligned.
We are too close for me to punch my hips into her, so instead we rock together.
“So deep.” She groans.
Ven’s tone is so low that I don’t so much hear her words as feel them in my chest. Again, my body moves without my command, lowering more weight into her, wanting to imprint the inside of her cervix. Wanting to reshape her insides with my cock. My body feels wild, heady, and not fully here.
Yep. Just like my actual first time.
Except this time, both my partner and I know what we are doing. Raven begins working her hips in these long circular motions that has my cock hitting every single spot inside her warmth. I don’t come. That word doesn’t seem to encompass the sensations my entire being undergoes.
I erupt. I explode and implode. I flood the condom.
I die a little and then all at once.
I am destroyed.
I am remade an instant later.